<?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-7398211</id><updated>2009-11-08T16:44:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Deepest Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Deep down inside where thgts are found,
Hidden behinds all those frowns.
Problems that need to be solved right now.
That really drives me till I'm mentally unsound...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-8594106279333784202</id><published>2009-11-03T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:44:00.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><title type='text'>Happy 20th Birthday Bibi Deardear</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy 20th Birthday to my dearest Bibi deardear!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i shouldnt remind u that u are &lt;strong&gt;Twenty &lt;/strong&gt;already, no more &lt;em&gt;teen &lt;/em&gt;but&lt;em&gt; ty &lt;/em&gt;like aun&lt;em&gt;ty &lt;/em&gt;that &lt;em&gt;ty. &lt;/em&gt;Opps~ Haha.. Just kidding. But still u look like you are only 16+,17, the most only 18. Therefore, I wish you Year year 18. Look like 18 every year, figure like 17, everyday happy like 16. U'll only grow &amp;amp; mature in terms of mentality &amp;amp; nothing else. (^_^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been the 2nd birthday that we are celebrating together. Still remember those times that we spend together. Eating seems to be our favourite past time. Faster come back!! Then i shall bring u to more places to eat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems a long time since we have a good meal good although we just had it 6 weeks ago. That is long enough. Thanks for bringing me to those wonderful place with fabulous food. I just feel like i'm in heaven. Heavenly food with a beautiful angel feeling happy as I finish up the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can celebrate your birthday in the nicest way possible (atleast better than last year). &amp;amp; you will be happy for that belated celebration. Deardear, it had been quite sometimes where I didnt spend good time with you. I shall make up for it when you are back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you for your papers to come!! Loveya~~ Muack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;('.')v  &lt;-small head, small eyes Booboo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-8594106279333784202?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/8594106279333784202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=8594106279333784202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/8594106279333784202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/8594106279333784202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-20th-birthday-bibi-deardear.html' title='Happy 20th Birthday Bibi Deardear'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-3474265990011802618</id><published>2009-11-02T02:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:41:38.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>There is no need for that</title><content type='html'>Something had happened to my Bibi today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, she told me that her friends threw her a surprise bday party &amp;amp; she was really touched. There is this particular friend of hers that treats her really nice. They are often mistaken by couple. Haha.. Just kidding.. Just that they are often seen together. &amp;amp; her sis treats her really nice too, just like her own sister. I remember there was 1 instance when she was in Aussie alone &amp;amp; she was very depressed. They got her out &amp;amp; even got her ice-cream. Like hoaxing a little gal like that. But that really worked on my Bibi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these months in the 2nd Sem, I heard so many many nice nice stories about them. I think almost every other days, she told me about them. I’m very grateful that they were taking such a great care of my gf when she was there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bibi reached home, she called me. Suddenly, she ask me this funny qn. What if she converts, will I accept? I was like??!! Well, just as long u don’t put anything in the bed room &amp;amp; don’t ask me to convert, I wont mind. Before I tell her my thgt regarding this, she asked me to convert too! She was telling me that she can feel it. My answer to her: Over my dead body. Sorry that I to be so harsh. I believe everyone has their right to choose their beliefs. Why is yours so special? Want every1 to convert? I don’t see other religion actively looking for people to convert. Sorry that I’ve been through too many, too many incidents. I can easily name some right from 12 years old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      My fren came over to do project. As it was dinner time, my parents ask him to stay for dinner. Before he eats, he started chanting something. As I was young, I don’t understand. He thank Him, but it my parents who got him food. -.-” As I grew older, I think this is good as he is grateful that he is having this meal while others might not be fortunate. But I think this is a really good teaching &amp;amp; should be applied to everything they have. Chinese called it 感恩. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)      I was waiting for my fren after my tuition class at TPY. There is this guy who approached me saying that he will only take 10min of my time. I was like “Well, I can spare that 10 min” This guy went on &amp;amp; on for ½ hour despite me hinting to him that I need to go. That was my 1st encounter &amp;amp; from then, I start to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)      My neighbour refused to pay respect to the late father on his death anniversary. My neighbour’s Mother has to go to the c***** &amp;amp; talk to the pr****. Then he is willing to go to temper to pay respect to his dad. For g** sake, just because u called some1 else father doesn’t mean that the man who brought u up is not your father anymore. For this, I tell myself, I only have 1 father &amp;amp; he’s my dad. No one else can replace him no doubt we don’t have really good terms. But it is a fact that he brought me up using him tears, sweat &amp;amp; blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)      Still in secondary school, I have this classmate of mine, for c***** for a purpose: Find gf. He told us this gal is so hot, that gal is so hot. *faint* Then he still told us that some of these gals are actually very h****. Very easy to **********. Of cos these are some black sheep in these places that needs to be identified &amp;amp; castrated. Well, there are some many ppl &amp;amp; some many activities. So guy &amp;amp; gal being together are very natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)      Just 3 years ago, there is this guy from don’t which country came to Singapore just to preach. He came to me &amp;amp; ask me do I have a belief. I said yes but he continues. NB~ Then ask for F***? After I stopped him, he approached another 1 in the train cabin. If he got so much time, why not go do some charity works. I’m sure this is more useful than asking people to convert. Like 1 of my friends. She went to some 3rd world country to do 1 year of charity work. I think this is really useful &amp;amp; contributes to the society. &amp;amp; not here yanking &amp;amp; yanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)      Just early last year, there is this guy from Korea came to me &amp;amp; talk about him belief. I was like WTH. Buzz off. He just don’t let go. Still show me the little white booklet turning to the page showing the bridge. He says that everyone on earth will kneel down in front of Him 1 day, why not now? Bloody piece of S**T!! F***ing ask me to kneel down in front of &lt;strong&gt;him &lt;/strong&gt;(Notice that it is him &amp;amp; not HIM). In my mind, “over my dead body” was my reply. U take all other religions are non existence? Why yours so special? I only kneel down for some reasons. When pray to my ancestors, my god, when proposing to my gf &amp;amp; when I serve tea to my elders. Other than that, I don’t think there is a need to kneel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from this incident #6, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;totally detest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people who try to convert ppl to their beliefs. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK OFF!!&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t care who you are or what religion you are in. The basic thing is call &lt;strong&gt;RESPECT&lt;/strong&gt;. Please respect other ppl’s religion. They have their beliefs for a reason. There is no need to convince other ppl to convert. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO NEED FOR THAT&lt;/u&gt;!! &lt;/strong&gt;If you treating ppl nice is to convert them, I’ll really doubt those people who teach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Bibi, I really hope this will change your to a better person after u’ve converted. I have no doubt about the teachings. It’s always those people who teach that spoil the market. I have also put my points clear to you. If 1 day, u’ll to leave me after those ppl “psycho-ing” aka “Advice/ teaching” I have nothing to say but to add another point &amp;amp; strengthen my stand of detecting these people. Lastly, I want to say I miss you. MUACK~ (^_^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This post is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; against any religions &amp;amp; there is no name mentioned. Any conclusions are based purely on your own assumptions. To put it down once again, I only detest those people who trying so hard to convert ppl which I believe their time can be used to do things which are more constructive. All the above are only based my unfortunate encounters. I believe all religions are teaching people to be a better person &amp;amp; I respect all religions &amp;amp; I think all are equal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-3474265990011802618?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/3474265990011802618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=3474265990011802618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/3474265990011802618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/3474265990011802618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-no-need-for-that.html' title='There is no need for that'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-1438811148966477202</id><published>2009-11-01T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:59:27.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Month &amp; Counting</title><content type='html'>Hello Forgetful Bibi, we had been together for 17 months already. U always dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi, i just want to tell u how much I love you despite the quarrels that we have. Everytime when we quarrel, u'll be the 1 hoaxing me. What's more can I ask for in a gf? Of cos, this will not be happening very often. I'll also give u this kind of privilege &amp;amp; nice treatment. Be that loving &amp;amp; doting bf that you wanted. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i want to tell u, I miss you lots. Looking forward to the day that u are back! 24 days more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398823353067993026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoplZ59gwgk/Sux5PESzd8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/YMfKF4EC_qs/s400/i+miss+you.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-1438811148966477202?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/1438811148966477202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=1438811148966477202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/1438811148966477202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/1438811148966477202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2009/11/17th-month-counting.html' title='17th Month &amp; Counting'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoplZ59gwgk/Sux5PESzd8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/YMfKF4EC_qs/s72-c/i+miss+you.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-9043759199981940085</id><published>2009-10-31T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:24:15.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business trip in China'/><title type='text'>Trip to Shanghai</title><content type='html'>This is the longest trip i had. 10days! OMG~ This trip to Shanghai, Changzhou, Hengzhou &amp;amp; 1-day tour to Zhouzhuang is just an appetiser. The real sh*t is behind. Yesterday was the last day to the company. Gone ICN! So my next trip will be on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over there to clear up all the sh*t. As my parent company changes their vision from long term to short term due to the financial crisis. This is definitely their worst decision made. When i was there to look at the prospect of the company, everything looks so nicely path out. They have €4mil worth of contract in their pocket &amp;amp; that's S$ 8mil!! If worst case, only 1/4 comes in, there is also S$ 2mil, which is like more than 2 years of Singapore's target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, decision made. Now the only operating cost to maintain China business is ME!! No need to pay for office, no need to pay the staff in China (he's  commission based). There is no need for marketing &amp;amp; the contract that our exclusive dealer signed is €200,000 each. With S$ 0.8mil each year with next to no cost at all is a sure business. I also want this kind of business model. Of cos there are all issues behind all these business. All these are stuff that my boss need to manage, not within my circle of concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was a real eye-opener. See the extremes of China. See how they work. How impt PR is in terms of business. How personal creditability plays an impt role in the career. Once lose it, u can never gain in back in the industry. On the other hand, business can be very cunning. 1 moment, u may win the project that u have been working very hard for the last 2-3 year, next min u know, it's gone. That's how they do business there. PR PR PR.. Public relation, personal relation, Personal reliability!! There are more to come. Has yet to visit the plants. That's where the nightmares are. Walk walk walk from 1 place to another as the plants are so huge. &amp;amp; Climb 50m of stairs to reach the top of the urn. See almost no sky as the pollution is real bad. White in, black out. All these will be coming in my future trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales + technical is what i'm trained to do for the past 2 years. This is where i'm put to the real test. For 2010, that's what i'll be doing. So, my frens, if u think i MIA next year, that's cos i'm trapped there. Only back 50% of the time where out of these time, 20-30% is used for studies, 10%-20% for gf, so left with 5-10% for meeting up with frens. This company better pays me well for taking so much of my time. Weekends are really bored. Especially when deardear's internet got so much prob &amp;amp; out of 42 cable tv channels, i only watching 2. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for this trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-9043759199981940085?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/9043759199981940085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=9043759199981940085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/9043759199981940085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/9043759199981940085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-shanghai.html' title='Trip to Shanghai'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-7689028476163011599</id><published>2009-10-11T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:50:09.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm a girl</title><content type='html'>Just watched this MTV. I almost shed a tear. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0BAssXgeHs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can no need to be that crude. Love can be easier. There are many times where ppl take their love ones for granted &amp;amp; that includes me. Perhaps that's life. Why do people remember painful or unhappy events more than good things, because we are made to learn from our mistakes &amp;amp; grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many times that I've taken u for granted, many times that i've taken my family or even my health for granted. I hope that can be a past &amp;amp; i'll do better now &amp;amp; future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for supporting me &amp;amp; sorry that i had said those nasty words. I hope that u can let go of the past &amp;amp; we can moved on together. It's never easy to walk till this stage &amp;amp; will be tougher in the many years to come. I hope we can still be like now next year, next next year &amp;amp; many many years after. Dear, i just want to let u know that I love you &amp;amp; i really do hope that u can walk this road with me. Jia you for your exams to come. Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-7689028476163011599?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/7689028476163011599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=7689028476163011599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/7689028476163011599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/7689028476163011599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-im-girl.html' title='Because I&apos;m a girl'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-5607545665812682917</id><published>2009-07-03T02:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:10:20.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures on Vday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Relfy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1634.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 712px" height="742" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Relfy/DSCF1634.jpg" width="531" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pendant I got for her from Lee Wah. So nice right? She chosen herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Relfy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1498.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Relfy/DSCF1498.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushiteh!!! *Yummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Relfy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Relfy/DSCF1481.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy boyfriend with his present. A beautiful photoframe with this picture she edited herself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Relfy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rycopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Relfy/rycopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-5607545665812682917?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/5607545665812682917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=5607545665812682917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/5607545665812682917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/5607545665812682917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures-on-vday.html' title='Pictures on Vday'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-8271873778429597968</id><published>2009-06-01T03:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:10:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know it had been quite some time that this had passed, but i'll blog abt it as it's a very special day for both of us. For me, it had been many years since i celebrated with my gf; for her, she had never celebrate with her bf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vday falls on a Saturday, but our story started on Thursday. We went to catch a movie at PS at 9+pm on thursday. As we were there early, we decided to have a walk around the jewellery shops since she wanted a necklance to show those Aussies that she's taken. =p As we were walking thru all these shops, 1 of the necklances caught her eyes. Immediately she set her eyes on that &amp;amp; she wanted it badly. Being such a nice gf, I think she really deserve that necklance. After I got for her, she was so happy that she almost burst into tears. Cos she said no 1 other than her dad treats her so nice b4. Well, that tear really let me feel that the burnt on my pocket is all worth it. Off to the cinema we went. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I'm blogging now, I'm constantly thinking why this year's Vday is so much different as b4. Is it cos it had been long time since I celebrated? No. Is it cos I've never felt so much in love? Maybe? Is it cos I have never had such a nice gf? Yes!! It is the answer for my question. I'VE NEVER HAD SUCH A NICE GIRLFRIEND!! Unlike other years where I've to plan everything out by myself, Deardear actually discuss with me on our date. Thinking of how sweet she is, just makes me smile &amp;amp; u are right, I'm smiling right now as i blogged. The next thing that I'm going to say how nice my gf is, I think any guy who reads this, will want a gf like her. Knowing that I'm tight on budget, she actually intro me a cheap but nice rose cum delivery website. *drooling with dropped jaw* It is cheap as it remains the price for V day &amp;amp; there are 9 roses. It is fixed to deliver on Saturaday morning. I stayed over her place the nite before (on friday) so that we can count down the arrival of this special day. =) As the clock strikes 12, we wished each other &amp;amp; she slept in my bonney arms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up early morning to go to the supermart as we want to DIY our Vday dinner. It is really nan de that deardear is going to cook for me. Of cos that comes in just 1 condition where I need to wash the dishes. Agreed! We got ingredients for our smoked salmon salad, pan-fried fish, Baley's choc cake &amp;amp; ham &amp;amp; cheeze starter. Deardear starts the vday by treating me to all the most delicious dishes in the best chain Jap restaurant, Sushi Teh. She started off with soft shell crab. Not that fantastic, as it is common. The hao liao is served behind. The King Roll is served. It is a sushi where the king prawn is rolled in the sushi. Next served on the table is the most smooth sashimi I have ever had. With just a little wasabi &amp;amp; light sauce, the taste &amp;amp; feeling simply takes me to heaven. After I return back on earth, I had another prawn. This is a roasted galic prawn (I think i tasted cheeze too). It is roasted so well that the whole prawn can be eaten in 1 piece. Being such a greedy me, I took the whole piece &amp;amp; put into my mouth. I saw angels again. Totally heavenly.. I think deardear must be secret smiling at how xin fu I felt. Deardear, I want to use this opportunity to tell u that I've never had such a wonder meal. Thank you!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After resting awhile, we started preparing. She did all the cooking &amp;amp; i try making the cake. As everything is pre-mixed, all i need to add is Baley's, eggs &amp;amp; water. Being a super sweet gf as I keep emphasising, she helps me with the dishes. After washing, we went for a quick wash up &amp;amp; dressed up for the dinner. It is rather romantic as we done up our dinner with candles &amp;amp; we off the lights. Although 1/2 way through we were interrupted, we still enjoyed it. After dinner, we went to deardear's room &amp;amp; she gave a my V day presentS. Yes, it is with a "S". 1st was a super big &amp;amp; nice photo frame of us. Deardear spend many sleepless nites just to put all the pics into this frame. Super nice &amp;amp; super impressive that she can do such an unique present. She really surprised me. Next she got me a Zara tie!! OMG~ I've never received such a nice gift b4. thanks, dear!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deardear, I want to tell u that I really enjoyed this Vday with u &amp;amp; I'm really grateful to have you. Today is also our 1st Anniversary &amp;amp; I would want to wish u Happy Anniversary. I really wish that we can celebrate many many Vday to come &amp;amp; many many anniversaries. I'll be a more understanding bf, I'll give in to you more. I'll share your loneliness &amp;amp; also your happiness. Dear, i want to share everything of you. Bibi deardear, I love you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Relfy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1506.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Relfy/DSCF1506.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-8271873778429597968?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/8271873778429597968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=8271873778429597968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/8271873778429597968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/8271873778429597968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2009/06/valentines-day-2009.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-7888535695414322143</id><published>2009-05-08T00:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:54:33.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibi Deardear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WoplZ59gwgk/SgMRQXPS-II/AAAAAAAAAIo/HcUh6MKorzs/s1600-h/Dear030509_1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is specially made for my Bibi.. Hope that everything is alright for you. U are coming back soon. So just hang on there ok? Very fast de! Jia you for your papers. See u soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missya~ Muack!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, a picture of us taken last Sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333126305816066434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WoplZ59gwgk/SgMSHnh1OYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WlZ4I4HCfuI/s400/screenshot+030509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-7888535695414322143?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/7888535695414322143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=7888535695414322143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/7888535695414322143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/7888535695414322143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2009/05/bibi-deardear.html' title='Bibi Deardear'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WoplZ59gwgk/SgMSHnh1OYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WlZ4I4HCfuI/s72-c/screenshot+030509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-2908094547100293609</id><published>2008-10-11T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:39:14.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>I reached office at 9am as usual. Before I can check my mails, the Manager ask me to check the equipment are all there before setting off the do the installation. Everything has to be right as the Police Commissioner of India will be there. After the check, I continued with my daily routine: Check mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Police station at 10.45 &amp;amp; set to prepare for the war. Everything seems fine until Murphy decided to pay me a visit: The internet connection is lost. Everything is fine during the last 2 tests. But today after the team had finish installing the speakers, the connection went down. I believe they must had touched the modem &amp;amp; some of the connector is loose or what. Anyway, there is nothing I could do. The IT guys trying all his means but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they decided to change the location of the test, the connection came back. Ok, it is due to unstable network. Instantly, the tension is released. 1 of the Inspector went ahead to do the test. He is a Doctorate! Even his name tag had a “&lt;em&gt;Dr.&lt;/em&gt;“ in front of his name! It is usual for a Police to have such a high qualification as Police often regards as people who are not that smart. Cos all they need is build, no need brain. After him, the head of Traffic Police went on to the test. Everything went on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Police Commissioner of India finally came out from his meeting. When he came into the room with all his &lt;em&gt;kakias&lt;/em&gt; following behind. His rank is 2 rifles with 1 star. Sat down to do the test &amp;amp; he is satisfied with the system. He even went to the actual site to experience the volume personally. He starts to discuss to have a similar set-up in other parts of India already. Wow~ Exciting year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning back office, the Manager organized his team to attend my training. Although I plan to have a quick 1, however, they have a lot of questions to ask. Training personnel with technical background is so much different. It is impossible to smoke them. Afterall, all of them had been in the industry for atleast 10years! Don’t know have to admit don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only had 2hours after training to do my shopping. As India is famous for its woodcrafts &amp;amp; silks, I went to this woodcraft shop to get my souvenirs. They also brought me to some mart to get some tea for my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last meal in India, &lt;em&gt;Singapore Fried Rice&lt;/em&gt;. It does not taste a little like Singapore. Anyway, I was too full to finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the airport immediately after my meal. Deardear, I’m back! She is supposed to fetch me, but we had a little disagreement &amp;amp; she told me she will not be coming. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switched on my hand phone immediately after I touched down. I’m expecting to receive deardear’s SMS, hoping that she will change her mind. “&lt;em&gt;You got a message&lt;/em&gt;” my phone goes off. I opened the Inbox &amp;amp; smiled. Deardear told me she is coming!!! This acting silly gf of mine always likes to make me angry &amp;amp; disappointed before surprising me. But I like it. Haha.. Thanks dear!!! Muack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-2908094547100293609?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/2908094547100293609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=2908094547100293609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/2908094547100293609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/2908094547100293609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-1055841027585475472</id><published>2008-10-11T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:02:18.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>Today is a National Holiday as today is Gandhi’s Birthday. He is called the Father of the Nation. Wake up very early today, 5.30 am. Going to another city call &lt;em&gt;Mysore&lt;/em&gt; (Pronounce My-sue). Over there, we would be visiting a Famous Indian Temple; followed by Mysore Palace, then to the Zoo, then Bird Park &amp;amp; lastly will be another Temple up in the Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the temple, we stop by along the way to have breakfast. There is this hotel by the road sides severing buffet breakfast. It only cost INR60 per person. That is even less than S$2!! The food is really nice. Too bad, I don’t know how to go. Just bad with Indian names. After a great filling breakfast, the 1st temple here I come. All temples look the same to me. But to this manager, this 1st temple we went to is very different. It is a monument with a very long historical value. He does his usual prayers &amp;amp; going through the temple, trying to explain to me the various gods &amp;amp; other stuff. Before leaving, I tried this red powder on my forehead. I looked so weird, like those White Indians in 1 of my collection of Indian racist jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next destination was a Zoo with a 5km trail. Just entering the Zoo, I felt like I’m in Bird Park. There are all sorts of birds. Although it had been 12 years since I stepped into the Zoo, it’s still boring. I think Zoo in Singapore is still better than here, although here got a bigger collection of animals. Anyway, only the 1st 500 meters are birds &amp;amp; the rest are all kinds of animals. Completed the whole trail in 2hours &amp;amp; wanted to proceed to Bird Park. But due to time constrain, it is cancelled &amp;amp; proceed to Mysore Palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysore Palace is really magnificent! The whole place is really beautiful. I think its beauty is just next to Taj Mahal. Went in &amp;amp; secretly took some pics. It was a nice experience. 1st time going in a Palace. Went up the mountain to another temple. There are cows roaming freely outside the temple. Another round of praying for this Bombay guy &amp;amp; we head back. The whole journey was 2hour 50 min. He almost missed his train. The whole journey he was so stress. After he left, the  atmosphere of the car became relax again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As the night is still young, I went to shop for some local food. Spent INR755! That is almost what the driver earns in a day. They are earning INR100/hr. Went back to the guest house after that. Long day tomorrow, Getting excited already. (-_-)Zzzz…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-1055841027585475472?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/1055841027585475472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=1055841027585475472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/1055841027585475472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/1055841027585475472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-5922032195008322795</id><published>2008-10-11T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:00:58.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Another exciting day lay ahead of me. Schedule for today is to give a presentation to the Commissioner of Police, followed by the discussion with the Engineer in the Metro Train Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached office, I do what I do every morning: Online. After replying all the emails, the Manager had not come in. Well, that means I’ve got a little time for &lt;em&gt;Facebook &amp;amp; MSN&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager came in 15min later with a grumpy face. He told me that the presentation is postponed to Friday as there is festival that is only celebrate on full moon. It is supposed to be full moon on Tuesday but somehow, it is delayed for 1 day. The Commissioner will be busy keeping order as Festival = Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Police Commissioner of India will only be free on Friday. That only meant 1 thing: I would have to extend my stay for a day. Things will really turn unpleasant for me. 1 more day means I have to wait 1 more day to meet my deardear; 1 more day will also mean my sales have to delay for 1 more week &amp;amp; 1 day means another week of shit that I couldn’t clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all the grumblings, I have to accept the fact that I had to stay. They are really efficient in their things. In just 15min, they have confirmed that flight details. All I need is to hand them INR500 &amp;amp; people will have me settle the rest. Stayed in office to revise the quotation as there are a lot of changes in the prices &amp;amp; the drawing. The manager wants to do it his way: quotation with the picture of the product by the side. It is a good idea, however it is a waste of time. Anyway, I had to do the way he wants. He is the customer. Customer is always right. Remember? Whole day is wasted by just doing all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to do some shopping when it was 9pm. Most shops are closed. Therefore just have a simple dinner with another Manager from Bombay &amp;amp; went to bed. A long day is waiting for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-5922032195008322795?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/5922032195008322795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=5922032195008322795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/5922032195008322795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/5922032195008322795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-3769733710667718001</id><published>2008-10-03T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:08:01.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>The driver was very late. Supposed to pick me up at 9am, he came at 9.45am. It was due to a jam while pumping up his car. There was this dumb dumb pump attendant who pump a petrol car some diesels. During the journey to office, deardear is so nice to help me check out a cheaper way of calling back SG although I pissed her off as I sound rude over the poor reception. Now I’m the dumbdumb. Supposed to be *108*65XXXXX#; I had been trying *018*65xxxxx#.&lt;br /&gt;(-_-“)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached office at 10.10am. The Manager introduced me the Head of Sales &amp;amp; the Head of Technical support. Had a fruitful discussion with the technical person. He is real quick in thinking of new improvements to the current system. With a more complete system now, I’m sure winning the project is not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to the site to see how the speakers to be mounted. After site &amp;amp; direction had been confirm, they started mounting. I was suggesting to mount higher so that they can leave it there &amp;amp; not waste time mounting &amp;amp; disassembling the speakers as we still need it to be mounted the next day. Here is the issue: They got no ladder. It cost them INR2000 to get 1. Nvm about that. They have to settle their own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to their Metro Train Head office with the Manager. The receptionist demanded an appointment; without that, they don’t entertain any walk-ins. After much negotiation, they finally agree to help us check the availability of the Engineers. We managed to make an appointment with the Chief Signalling &amp;amp; Telecommunication Engineer before leaving the reception area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head back to the police station to do the trail again. This time round, more speakers had been installed &amp;amp; mounted. It felt good when I see those drivers &amp;amp; motorists are moving back after they are told to do so. It is good that the Indian government is investing in high technologies to educate her people on road safety. It is also good to see that my system is working &amp;amp; lastly the best part: Good for my sales. (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave the office, the Manager introduced me to more people from the management. 1st in the line is the CFO! Followed by the Head of dept for QC &amp;amp; Head of Sales dept. They are really humble. I’m only a Sales Engineer but they are willing to take out their time just to meet me &amp;amp; have a word. Only after I had talked to all of them, than I realized the reason: I had done something in 5 min that they couldn’t accomplish in 5 hours! They are amazed by the speed. Bad words spread fast. That’s why everyone wants to meet me. All of them expected some1 in his 40s, have a lot of experience in the field which they often meet. 2nd shock for them: I’m only 24 &amp;amp; had only joined the company in less than a year. Please don’t be mistaken that I’m trying to boost about how good I’m. I just want to say that my product is fantastic. Such a rookie like me can operate it without any problem. Like what all these Indians like to say: &lt;em&gt;Superb&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manager invited me to his house for dinner. His wife cooked all authentic Indian food. She is really a good cook. 1 of the memorable dish is a special gravy that put on the rice. It is mixed yogurt with onions &amp;amp; it taste surprising good! It is a common gravy in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this marks the end of another day in Bangalore, India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-3769733710667718001?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/3769733710667718001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=3769733710667718001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/3769733710667718001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/3769733710667718001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-8124855222395918765</id><published>2008-10-01T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:10:24.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Bangalore, India</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m used to waking up at 8am (GMT +8), I woke up at 5.30am. Bathed &amp;amp; wait for 8am to have my breakfast. When I’m having breakfast, he will stand my side. Whenever I’ve finished some thing, he will top it up. Even when I’ve finish my bread, he’ll toast more for me. After I’ve done with breakfast, he will keep all the utensils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, I changed into my battle suit &amp;amp; style my hair. Yes, I’ve to admit that I’m so zi lian. I simply love myself wearing a cuffling shirt with a nice tie &amp;amp; a lanyard. It never fails to make me feel confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver picks me up at 9am. “Morning, Sir” is the 1st thing that he said to me. I just feel good. Some1 drives me around, a caretaker to take care of all my needs, a 2-storeys apartment with red carpet to welcome me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the Police HQ, I realized the actual reason for me to go over. They have such a terrible traffic that they need the police to remind them. CCTV had been installed. Therefore with the CCTV, they will pick up those who stop on the zebra crossing, stop by the road side causing huge jams, etc. Half way through the test, I received a SMS from my badly missed Deardear. She told me that she passed her test. Felt so happy for her but couldn’t call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test seems ok. The police personnel is laughing after he is done with the test. Basically the testing is to announce the car num &amp;amp; tell him what to do. “&lt;em&gt;KA357, KA357. This is the traffic police. U are stopping on the zebra crossing. Please move back. Please move back!&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back office for debriefing of the test. To my surprise, the manager is no happy with the test. He is asking the Project Engineer why I am not at the site. Why the customer in-charge of the project is not at the site. Why they didn’t put the speaker there, since there are cameras watching the area. First of all, I’m an Intercom specialist, not a PA specialist. Why would I know whether the quality of the sound is good or not? Just as long my system works, there is sound over at the distant end; my work is done. The rest will be up to the PA specialist. Moreover, the Project Engineer who was on site has 12 years of experience in PA! The customer who is in-charge of the project is smiling after he has seen the test in the HQ. Lastly, it is not possible to leave the speakers at the site as it is not properly secured &amp;amp; it is still considered unsafe. Anyway, this is a war within their company; I don’t want to get involved. Act blur &amp;amp; do my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late evening, the Manager brought me up to meet the CEO of the company. Stress instantly ran through my whole body. This is the 1st time meeting a CEO of a company. Went to the 5th floor &amp;amp; enter a room. Saw a man in his 40s seating there. When he saw me, he stretched out his hand &amp;amp; welcomes me to Bangalore. He is very friendly, no bossy air. After I made the presentation, he instantly had some business opportunities in his mind. Now I see how he is a CEO at such a young age. With only 16 years working in the company, he can be who he is today is really amazing. Had a great discussion on the future plans &amp;amp; I may need to fly back to make more presentations. Well, I got no objections on this plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the discussion, we went to a bar to have a drink. Got slightly tipsy after a glass of whisky &amp;amp; a local beer. Went to puke &amp;amp; everything is fine after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good night sleep after that. Missing my deardear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-8124855222395918765?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/8124855222395918765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=8124855222395918765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/8124855222395918765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/8124855222395918765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-bangalore-india-day-2.html' title='In Bangalore, India'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-7234213870683214157</id><published>2008-09-30T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:11:21.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Bangalore, India</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the airport, I was directed to the Red zone as I was carrying 2 laptops.&lt;br /&gt;"Let me help u" was all the custom personnel says. It's obvious that they take bribe. He jus ask how much I can give. At 1st, I gave him 100rupees. But he demanded for S$50! Wow~ "Lion opens its big mouth." I act blur &amp;amp; gave him 500rupees. That's equivalent to S$13+. Lucky that is alright for them. I can't do anything w/o 2 laptops. What a start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather is surprising good. Very cooling. Although they told me it's 30degC, but it only feels like 24degC. Even cooler than SG. They hired a cab to send me to my accommodation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along d way, d traffic is terrible. There is no lane discipline at all. If those Indian will to drive in SG, they confirm kena horn like crazy. 1 thing that I noticed along d way is their reason of horning. In SG, horn is to prevent accidents. But over here/ horn is to inform d other drivers that they are beside them. Therefore, hornings are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30min of drive, I reached d guest house. I was invited by red carpet. Expected a posh room, but I was disappointed. It was quite a shabby place. &amp;amp; worst, a strong Indian smell. OMG~ A small TV with 2 beds &amp;amp; no power point. -_-" Even d staff who sent me here thinks that I deserve a better place. To me, i'm fine with it. It's still bareable. But they insist to find me a better place, if not they will check me into the hotel. Lucky for them, they found another room which I think is for Managers. Since no Managers are staying for d moment, they put me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room is indeed much better. Bigger room, bigger TV, a telephone &amp;amp; a power point. I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house caretaker cooks a breakfast for me. He is actually also the cook. At 1.30, a cab pick me up to have my lunch &amp;amp; following that will be visit to d show room. They told me that I can go anywhere I want. The cab is to send me to my destination &amp;amp; will wait for me till i'm done &amp;amp; send me back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my lunch in quite a posh restaurant. All prices are reasonable except the steam rice. It cost more than S$2!! Although it is nicer than what I had in SG, but still it doesn’t match the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I go to the show room. Expected a big show room, but it is pretty small 1. Went upstairs to their demo room. It is rather cozy. And best of all, it has a very powerful sound system. Watched &lt;em&gt;Ultra Violent&lt;/em&gt; the afternoon. Stupid show, but it helps to kill time. After the show, I went back to my guest house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There the caretaker whips out a simple dinner for me. After dinner, it’s bed time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-7234213870683214157?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/7234213870683214157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=7234213870683214157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/7234213870683214157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/7234213870683214157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-trip-to-bangalore-india.html' title='My Trip to Bangalore, India'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-5704827934321394272</id><published>2008-09-11T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:01:37.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Airways Celebrates 4th Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>FU*K!!!! WHY WHY WHY!!! Why are they celebrating their bday just 2weeks after i booked the tix!!! When i got my tix, it is S$ 533.96. But now it is only S$318.16!!! A cool 200bucks!!! How to vent out that anger!!!! ArrH!! *RoaR*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-5704827934321394272?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/5704827934321394272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=5704827934321394272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/5704827934321394272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/5704827934321394272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiger-airways-celebrates-4th-birthday.html' title='Tiger Airways Celebrates 4th Birthday!!'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-8913365190015542397</id><published>2008-09-02T23:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:48:28.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Politics</title><content type='html'>After working for 9 months, more or less, i hear some office politics. It is lucky that I'm doing sales &amp;amp; running around. Even there is war in the office, i might not know about it. Anyway, just something that my Boss share with me that i want to blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If company send u overseas, always assess the purpose. If it is to solve some problem, make sure u are able to solve it. He had an experience with his previous company where 1 colleague was unable to solve the problem when he was there. So here came another colleague who said this to the Boss. "Aiyah! He go there for shopping &amp;amp; massage only la..." Immediately being sentence to death... DaNGEROUS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-8913365190015542397?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/8913365190015542397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=8913365190015542397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/8913365190015542397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/8913365190015542397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/09/office-politics.html' title='Office Politics'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-8955928883920979299</id><published>2008-08-03T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:23:02.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girl?!</title><content type='html'>There is this gal who added me which i dunno when, Cos it had been a while since i last logged in. So when i logged in this morning, i approved her. So happen that she is also online. So i asked her who is she. She said she is sharon. &amp;amp; i asked her where is she from, SP is her reply. But b4 i can ask her the next qn, she ask me whether am i open minded? Hmm.. Something fishy. But when i abt to ask her more, my deardear is ready to go out. So i told her that i have to go. &amp;amp; b4 I logged out, she ask me do i have any guys to intro her? Crazy gal i thgt &amp;amp; logged off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got home &amp;amp; I entered her email into google, i found out that there are a few blogs of guys having similar exp. Hmm.. Wondering who is this gal who goes ard asking ppl for sex. lol~ What had this world becoming to? Here is the email of the gal. U will find more juicy stuff when u search the net. Happy reading.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:angelhearts01@hotmail.com"&gt;angelhearts01@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 funny thing that i found out is that this email is not found in friendster or facebook. Being in this era, it is a supposed-to-have account. So i think this email is specially created to harrass guys. Specially young 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case deardear starts wondering if I would do anything if she hasnt ask me to go, my answer is NO! Having u is my greatest fortune, why would i want to risk that? *Hugz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-8955928883920979299?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/8955928883920979299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=8955928883920979299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/8955928883920979299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/8955928883920979299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-girl.html' title='What a girl?!'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-183300243360963912</id><published>2008-08-02T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:19:20.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a great day for me. Dear dear had prepared Tiramisu in the middle of the night w/o letting me know. She also went to the supermart to get some ingredients for the breakfast for this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed &amp;amp; appreciate all the effort u've put in, in making this 2nd month-versary another memorable 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had went thru alot of unhappy things although it is mere 2 months. Things will get better. I'll be a sweeter &amp;amp; more understanding bf as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thanks deardear! *MUACK* (^_^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-183300243360963912?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/183300243360963912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=183300243360963912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/183300243360963912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/183300243360963912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-7252292487365359954</id><published>2008-07-14T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:32:19.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>This may be just 4 letters, but it meant alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been just a lousy bf. Being single for a while. But now that i'm attached, i'm still doing all the things that singles do. End up only hurting her &amp;amp; hurting me in the end to see her get hurt. I'm lucky that she is so patient with me. So easily cool down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deardear, i wont take u for granted &amp;amp; i'll work towards a better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking u to bear with me a little longer will be very selfish to ask, but i have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u.. *Muack*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-7252292487365359954?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/7252292487365359954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=7252292487365359954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/7252292487365359954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/7252292487365359954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/07/love.html' title='L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-478723231148260345</id><published>2008-06-28T15:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:59:47.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a 乖乖 driver</title><content type='html'>Havnt been updating for a while. Had been bothered by all the summons i've got &amp;amp; going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofference that i've committed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Parking w/o valid coupon [Cap 214 4(1)]&lt;br /&gt;2) Parking coupon is later than actual time [Cap 214 11]&lt;br /&gt;3) Over Parking timing [Cap 214 13]&lt;br /&gt;4) Speeding 20-30km/hr above speed limit&lt;br /&gt;5) Using Bus lane during bus lane operation timing&lt;br /&gt;6) Tampering with parking coupon(s) [Cap 214 29(2)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info: &lt;a href="http://www.hdb.gov.sg/fi10/fi10204p.nsf/WPDis/Parking%20OffencesProcedures?OpenDocument"&gt;http://www.hdb.gov.sg/fi10/fi10204p.nsf/WPDis/Parking%20OffencesProcedures?OpenDocument&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the above offences, offence #5 is still waiting for the letter &amp;amp; offence # 6 is waiting for further investigation, no verdict out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really not worth of all the offences.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the prices to pay &amp;amp; the equavalent value of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) S$30 = almost 15hrs of parking in CBD area or 30hrs of parking in any other places.&lt;br /&gt;Just to save that $2-4? U pay the whole day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) S$30 =&gt; Even better! To save 1/2 hr - 1hr &amp;amp; ending up paying whole day of parking or maybe 1/3 of my petrol tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) S$20 =&gt; Save 1/2 hr - 1hr which can buy 2 books of 50cents parking coupons &amp;amp; cover the&lt;br /&gt;whole of the car front glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) S$150 + 6 demerit points: Best!! Cos there is not a single car in front of me =&gt; 2 full tanks + 1/2 way to risk license being revoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) S$130 =&gt; Received the letter le. Just to get infront of the rest of the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) S$1k+ =&gt; Scared the hell out of me when a guys were waiting behind my car just to wait for me. Majiam policeman catch criminals like that. Offence is not just nt paying but also cheating. Mental torture + fine + going Court!! Saving: 8 bucks the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Be a 乖乖 driver! Dont walk my path...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-478723231148260345?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/478723231148260345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=478723231148260345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/478723231148260345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/478723231148260345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-driver.html' title='Be a 乖乖 driver'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-4808626453762742536</id><published>2008-06-15T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:31:22.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not bad afterall..</title><content type='html'>It not bad afterall. It all misunderstanding, not understanding &amp;amp; understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misunderstanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not even about the pic. As appeared, it was just the surface. It is all abt what is behind. She told me to remove the pics 3 times. Yes, heard me rite, &lt;strong&gt;3 times. &lt;/strong&gt;But i didnt removed it. Not because i dont want to, but cos i dont even know it is there (facebook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i wasnt understanding/sensitive enough to remove all those pics. "Those were just another pic" That was what i always thgt. I was wrong.. Most gals, if not all gals are unable to tolerate another gal presence if things are not informed clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being understanding, would be the most impt factor of a bf. That will avoid lots of misunderstandings &amp;amp; of cos, excel in the r/s. I believe after this incident, we understands each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all people who are  involved in this saga, i sincerely apologise for all the inconveniences &amp;amp; hurt caused. This wont happen again &amp;amp; i'll make sure of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-4808626453762742536?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/4808626453762742536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=4808626453762742536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/4808626453762742536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/4808626453762742536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-not-bad-afterall.html' title='It is not bad afterall..'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-1986274887296186828</id><published>2008-06-13T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:49:50.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13</title><content type='html'>Yes. No doubt that today is a black friday. Every 13 that falls on a friday doesnt make much issue to me except for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ends it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happen so fast that i dont even get the whole pic. Mayb i'm just not suitable for dating. Too focus on work &amp;amp; too self centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My record is once again broken: 13days!! Another prank? hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-1986274887296186828?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/1986274887296186828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=1986274887296186828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/1986274887296186828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/1986274887296186828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13.html' title='Friday the 13'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-1178518032806811361</id><published>2008-06-10T12:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:41:20.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky Thought</title><content type='html'>A person who organizes and manages any enterprise, esp. a business, is known as an Entrepreneur. But do u know that Entrepreneur is subcategorised in many categories? Here are some example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Social-preneur: Some1 who setup a business to do social work.&lt;br /&gt;Eg: NKF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Techno-preneur: Some1 who do setup a business with some technology.&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Info-preneur: Some1 who do setup a business dealing with infomation.&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Wikipedia, Streetdirectory.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Intrapreneur: An employee of a large company or a corporation who is given freedom and financial support to create new products, services, systems, etc., and does not have to follow the corporation's usual routines or protocols.&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i bring this issue up? Cos i thgt of 1 think i wanna do. That is Info-preneur. I wanna set a website for Night Market aka Pasar Malam. Imagine my website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pasarmalam.com.sg: Where Night Market goes online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've searched the net. There is no such website. So if u find any1 in the near future, means ppl copy my idea. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my site. As we singaporeans know that there are so many pasar malam everywhere. What makes this market different from others? Walking either the pasar malam in AMK or the 1 outside Sengkang interchange doesnt seem to make any differences. Getting things from a store is something so coincidence. "Just happen to stumble upon this stall" is all the customers comment. So may i ask all vendors that if u spend so much effort, time &amp;amp; money &amp;amp; all u can depend on is LUCK? Of cos there is also nothing they can do but only to spread through word of mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this website served as a place where people can go in to look for things that they want at great prices. Vendors can even post their items up even before they open their stalls. It seems to be a win win situation for both consumers &amp;amp; vendors. Then i shall only charge the advertising space. Sounds good? hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-1178518032806811361?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/1178518032806811361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=1178518032806811361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/1178518032806811361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/1178518032806811361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/06/wacky-thought.html' title='Wacky Thought'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-4162056656977281656</id><published>2008-06-03T21:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:43:43.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master pieces..</title><content type='html'>I was packing my cupboard when i found some of the earlier master pieces that i composed when i was much younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is a assignment given. This might be the reason why i'm interested in composing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the village where i lived,&lt;br /&gt;On this Chinese New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;There is where i used to play,&lt;br /&gt;now become a piece of hay.&lt;br /&gt;Beside this, there is a bin,&lt;br /&gt;where we pretended to be Batman &amp;amp; Robin.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my parents welcoming me with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;which i need not be alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;My mother's eyes are filled with tears,&lt;br /&gt;As i didnt come back for quite some years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in my car saying good bye,&lt;br /&gt;My parents' spirit aint very high.&lt;br /&gt;When i reached the train station,&lt;br /&gt;My dad ask me to tune in to the radio station.&lt;br /&gt;As he had made some delications.&lt;br /&gt;As i got up the train,&lt;br /&gt;the sky started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;as another day was about to begain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/01/00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we talked to each other again,&lt;br /&gt;Just like after a day of rain.&lt;br /&gt;How i hope we can be like b4,&lt;br /&gt;Every morning i give u morning call.&lt;br /&gt;We would go out after school together,&lt;br /&gt;for movies, for dinner or what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;All these are what i wanted for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Wish that all these will happen again on the day of Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16:03&lt;br /&gt;18/11/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another Chance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 16th September,&lt;br /&gt;It had been quite sometimes since we aint together.&lt;br /&gt;Every night i would recall all the happening moments we had as long as i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised that we are over.&lt;br /&gt;Can u give me another chance,&lt;br /&gt;Need not many, just only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05/12/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[S]ometimes i really wanted to give up but&lt;br /&gt;[H]earing your voice &amp;amp; seeing u makes me have&lt;br /&gt;[A] 2nd thgt of days without you.&lt;br /&gt;[R]eally make me so miserable because you r the 1st&lt;br /&gt;[O]ne who let me feel what is like having a r/s, so..&lt;br /&gt;[N]ever leave me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:37&lt;br /&gt;18/11/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. this sounds very very dumb. I dunno i can be so chi qing that time. lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is for my 1st gf. Just a few days b4 we got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i was in a place where no1 knows me,&lt;br /&gt;I would msg u &amp;amp; i would be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Got excited whenever i hear the sms tone,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's u, who msg me, the Man of Bones.&lt;br /&gt;Making fun of u by messing up ur hair,&lt;br /&gt;That's to let you know that i'm actually there.&lt;br /&gt;No matter u r sad or lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ther to take away all these feelings, believe me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08:20&lt;br /&gt;18/04/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Me &lt;/strong&gt;(Version 1)&lt;br /&gt;I love u, u love me not?&lt;br /&gt;A simple question which i give it much thgt.&lt;br /&gt;I give in my best &amp;amp; this is what i get,&lt;br /&gt;I much bear with it though i'm sad..&lt;br /&gt;Love to see the way u care for me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hope that 1 day u'll belong back to me.&lt;br /&gt;ME, the only 1 in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;till the day that i die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:24&lt;br /&gt;04/01/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Me&lt;/strong&gt; (Version 2)&lt;br /&gt;I love u, u love me not?&lt;br /&gt;A simple question which both of us dont know.&lt;br /&gt;I give in my best &amp;amp; this is what i get,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sad but i still bear..&lt;br /&gt;Love to see the way u care for me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hope that 1 day u'll belong back to me.&lt;br /&gt;ME, the only 1 in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:47&lt;br /&gt;28/12/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what the hell i'm writting for the version 2.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the last 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-4162056656977281656?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/4162056656977281656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=4162056656977281656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/4162056656977281656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/4162056656977281656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/06/master-pieces_03.html' title='Master pieces..'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398211.post-6900619255571098729</id><published>2008-06-03T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:38:03.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm attached once again. It was still uncertain. I really dunno whether is it a right choice to make? She might be going overseas to study. Earliest is leaving this Aug. Best part is we were having some misunderstanding b4. She was angry &amp;amp; didnt agree to the be together. But then came my savior: a baby crocoach. She saw me catching it is really very hilarious. She laughed &amp;amp; she agreed. What a way! Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day being together officially, she sweet but can be rather ye man at times. Afterall she is rather pampered. So also cant blame her. Let see how things go.. Hope we can be together for long. Not another 2, 3 mth r/s. Like kids playing with toys like that. haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398211-6900619255571098729?l=birdofparadise84.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/feeds/6900619255571098729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398211&amp;postID=6900619255571098729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/6900619255571098729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398211/posts/default/6900619255571098729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdofparadise84.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>ß | R Ð ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593277249433677123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12103168561216897033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>