<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:41:38.781-07:00</updated><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Albert the Vaccum Cleaner'/><category term='sweet fruit gums'/><title type='text'>Love Makes all things Beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'>F@ith make all things possible, hope makes all things work..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6275525752555655690</id><published>2010-07-25T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:45:46.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After 35 years, I'm going back to hospital again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Wow! it's been Sooooooooo long since i last blog. In fact i've forgotten my log in info.. so that's why. And partyly, this year too many "program" till i either too happy that i forgotten to blog, too sad that i've forgotten to write, too excited that i've not able to sit down and write, to sick that i've got no energy to write. talk about sick, my gastric have been giving me problem since that fateful day 21st march 2010. Walau, no word can describe how i suffer becos of it. Went in &amp;amp; out of the A&amp;amp;E, specialist appointment, endoscope, ultra sound scan, blood test &amp;amp; test &amp;amp; test. Found bacteria and pills pills pills.... finally the bacteria cleared, scan shows diamond inside the gallbladder and BINGO! the real culprit for the cause of my misery... so doc arrange for me to see the senior consultant last week and he arranged for me to go for my surgery tmrw..27/7/10. In fact he wants me to be there on 23/7, but halo.. i don't wanna spend my birthday in the ward. In fact i don't wanna spend a single minute in the ward too...&lt;IMG height=19 alt="" src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w4/pr01/ltr/emoticons/smile_sad.gif" width=19&gt;I'm scare... &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Anyway, partly because of this surgery, i've actually very low profile this year for my birthday. No mood and i can't eat as i like so only had dinner at my sister's place with all my sisters and nephew. Ok, not too bad, as for my friends, all said will wait till i've done my ops, then decide what to have. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Btw, my 3 bosses were not too bad.. i mean the new boss. old bosses was always nice to me, he insist to visit me but i say no cos he will also be admitted into the hospital on 28/7 for his bypass. I'll be praying for him too. hope he will be fine. Why i said the new bosses was ok. For GOH YK, some ladies here was telling me he very stern and don't talk, never even say hi to people. but he did to me lor. And when i offer him coffee or some homemade herbal tea, he also accept "happily". haha.. and as daring as i always been, he was the first one to say hi! Then he ask me to take care before he leave the office today... &lt;IMG height=19 alt="" src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w4/pr01/ltr/emoticons/smile_embaressed.gif" width=19&gt;&amp;nbsp;so shy... That PT is like a old uncle, in fact he is lah. I was always asking him/begging him for work, and his usual reply " Relax, you take a rest, don't worry , go go go, go &amp;amp; rest".. hahaha...i'm a resting PA! Then YSC also not bad, so far when i beg him for work, he will try and give me something. He said he wanna teach me how to do tender, so when he retired at least he can hand something to me. NO WAY! I hate numbers and i know he really stressed. but again.. u think he really wanna retired? every year also same pattern. He too, ask me to take care and let him know if i need anything. sweet hor... apart from the inconvenience of coming to work and the MAMASAN here, all ok.. of course if i can slightly more work, a little i'll be most happy. Oh ya, not forgetting that botak charles. He too.. walau, quote what soong say " he likes you, so before u go hospital, must tell him, he will wnat to visit you" XIAO ah.. mamasan will kill me if i take her boss! hahaha.. i don't like botak wow... how??? hahaha&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Hope all will be fine for me tmrw.. including the resort, be it a peaceful night... GOD BLESSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-6275525752555655690?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6275525752555655690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6275525752555655690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6275525752555655690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6275525752555655690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-35-years-im-going-back-to.html' title='After 35 years, I&apos;m going back to hospital again!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1632616112461524049</id><published>2009-11-11T21:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:39:55.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a November</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;H3&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;Went thru ups an downs the whole week (though the week had not ended yet). Lots of memories just came up and can't stop crying.. When was the last time I behaved like a cry baby? Quite awhile I guess. Those who know me will know what and why I was triggered to behave this way. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/H3&gt; &lt;H3&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;Anyway, I thought after the funeral of yesterday, it's a closure and we should get back to our normal pace. Yet this morning when I call my best friend, Jen(&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00b050&gt;whatever I'm unhappy about her is another issue, don't deny the fact she's one of my best friend&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;) to find out about her dad chemo session, and after a short conversation feel something is bothering her, cos she don't sound her usual tone. She said " &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;I wanted to end my life, I wanted to die erica&lt;/FONT&gt;! &lt;U&gt;*BOMB*&lt;/U&gt; Scary isn't it? Your best friend just told you right on your face, she wanted to &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;COMMIT SUICIDE&lt;/FONT&gt;! Someone who have everything, just came back from a shopping spree at BBK told you she wanna die? WHY??? She told me she have this thought lately, it's frightening her so she went to the doctor and confirmed she suffering from depression. What causes that, she felt she is taking in too much of everything, she couldn't let go of her mum's death, she stressed over her dad condition, her son, her hubby and everything! I told her, she have too much time till she have all these silly thought. She lost interest in everything ( &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00b050&gt;weird cos she DID NOT shop at all in BBK&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;) It's a sign… She needs someone to talk to, but she dare not call me cos she don't wanna trigger all my sad memories which I had put down. I once suffered from depression too.. but I managed to get over it, with medication and will power I guess. I told her, it's heart breaking to see loved ones died, I do not want people who love me to be sad, that's why I cannot die! Life is fragil and to me it's not that interesting at all, but God gives us lives, when it's time to take back from us, HE will do so. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/H3&gt; &lt;H3&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;At times we just have to let go… there are too many unhappiness in this world, but what can we do? That's part of life.. Dying might have end our misery, but it will contirbute problems and sadness to those who love us.. so why be selfish? Tomorrow will be better, if I can walk out of it, I'm sure she will be able to do so. . What a Novemeber……….&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/H3&gt; &lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;p.s Money won't stop you from dying… Friends who care do… &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1632616112461524049?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1632616112461524049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1632616112461524049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1632616112461524049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1632616112461524049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-november.html' title='What a November'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-7602387348240416515</id><published>2009-11-08T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:38:06.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so Fragil</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Over the weekend was a full of shocks and sadness. My nephew's friend Xiaohuan passed away suddenly on a saturday afternoon, leaving behind and 1yrs old little girl. It's too of a shock for&amp;nbsp;all of us. She was alright, no sypthom&amp;nbsp;at all, she was fine&amp;nbsp;month ago when she came over to my place, I haven't even got the chance to develope the picture taken on that day and i still clearly remembered what she told me on that day, how much she is looking forward to move to her new house. 2 weeks ago, when she went over to my sister's place, my sister even told her by chinese new year, the chilli she loves will bear tonnes of fruit, by then she will be able to indulge herself. few days ago on FB she even comment and agree on things i said, she even send me gift for my cafe world. Yet now she's gone... &lt;BR&gt; Went to the wake, it's really heartbreaking, seeing how cute the little girl, how intelligent she is, singing for all of us, and when asked who taught her.. reply was " Ma ma"... and all of us, man &amp;amp; woman burst out crying... she is so cute.. cos she grow up in lots of love from her mummy.. she might be a young mama, she's only 24 but she is really a good mummy. She gave her all the best, she taught her everything she knows. Now that she's gone, i'm sure it's hard for her to leave, she must be in pain, pain to leave behind a loving&amp;nbsp;husband and cute little one. It's sad when the little one stares at her pic and said " pray pray" " mama"&amp;nbsp;when bedtime for her she starts&amp;nbsp;searching high and low for the mama..&amp;nbsp;this is too much for all of&amp;nbsp;us... What we can really do now is to promise her we will let little jerlin have all our love and care, we will make sure she grow up to be a fine lady and even though she lost her mummy, she will have all of us as her mummy. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Xiao Huan, Rest in Peace,&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;will be missed and we will take care of your little girl&amp;nbsp;and support Keith. Just follow the light and let Buddha lead you the way.. we will be there for your little girl... Ah yi promised. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-7602387348240416515?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/7602387348240416515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=7602387348240416515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7602387348240416515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7602387348240416515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-so-fragil.html' title='Life is so Fragil'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-7791613288692656601</id><published>2009-08-12T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:07:28.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think I should get this T-shirt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SoORgP9tnmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KgRMZgX-OOw/s1600-h/please_stop_talking_to_yourself_atheist_t_shirt-p235149973632198928q6yv_400-748752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SoORgP9tnmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KgRMZgX-OOw/s320/please_stop_talking_to_yourself_atheist_t_shirt-p235149973632198928q6yv_400-748752.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369295163982978658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Not that i like this T-shirt so much, but if you have a colleague sitting next to you with habit of talking to himself and if you wanna be a nice angel, guess this is the best to show him what is in your mind and ask him to shut his bloody mouth!&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I just don't understand why is it that he is soooooo busy... he just can't keep his mouth shut!&amp;nbsp;He will either keep on talking to himself NON-STOP or he will start his humming.. He is no other than that Kanjiong Spider! I got so irritated whenever i know he will be on day shift. There's nothing i can do. I pull a long face at him whole day, I don't talk him cos i don't want him to have the impression that he&amp;nbsp;has a listener and it's OK&amp;nbsp;that he keeps on talking. Anyway, the fact that he does not have any audience/listener, he is still&amp;nbsp;blabbering non stop! What the F***! I just can't be patient to him, really lor.. The sight of him&amp;nbsp;really irritates me and his voice too!&amp;nbsp;I dunno how long can i tahan, but as a colleague, i really don't wanna be that nasty, but if i have to, then that's his luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-7791613288692656601?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/7791613288692656601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=7791613288692656601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7791613288692656601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7791613288692656601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-think-i-should-get-this-t-shirt.html' title='Do you think I should get this T-shirt?'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SoORgP9tnmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KgRMZgX-OOw/s72-c/please_stop_talking_to_yourself_atheist_t_shirt-p235149973632198928q6yv_400-748752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-4598100525912810130</id><published>2009-07-22T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:42:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>I'm 34 this year! How time flies! But lots of my friends, be it those 20s, 30s or even 40s were all telling me ~~~ Age is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....You're right man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week again, a busy week for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;21/7 Met up with Angela &amp;amp; Nad for dinner , had my 1st cake~ Blackforest. It's great to just sit down with them and chit chat, they are both gone &amp;amp; going to leave the coy, but i wished we will still keep in touch, esp with Adik... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;22/7- Met Jen today for lunch, had my 2nd cake~ Tiramisu. Was jokingly telling her i'm going to have 7-10slices of cake this week and probably next, so i'll gather a whole cake with 10 flavors. Sorry batu, your appointment wasn't key into my data base, so i'm sorry i've to disappoint you, but it's sweet of you since you are the 1st one wishing me "Happy Birthday" on 20/7... Xiao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;23/7 - Breakfast with my buddy, Lunch with Khoofy @ Wakraku. Last time we met was my last birthday.. 1 year ago! Dinner with Mark, Henry and Navy. Thai food! Yummy.. so excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;24/7 - Going to the temple for Monk blessing, and then relax myself, don't ask me what i'm going to do, i've no program at all. Dinner with Hubby &amp;amp; family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;25/7- Meet up Teresa for Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;29/7 - Meet DoDo for dinner, venue not decided yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;31/7 - Lunch with my Lup &amp;amp; Adik, it's more for a farewell for adik. Lup &amp;amp; wished me this morning, another "early" guy.  Meet Jolyn, Lily &amp;amp; Sharon for dinner very excited to meet them, it's been so long since we last meet up, esp Lily &amp;amp; Jolyn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try &amp;amp; give Mr batu a slot, if he really wanted so much to buy me lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blessing to have friends... especially friends who were always by my side, ups and downs, they are always there for me. Thank you to all my friends, and~~~ I LOVE YOU ALL!... mushy mushy right! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-4598100525912810130?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/4598100525912810130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=4598100525912810130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4598100525912810130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4598100525912810130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6599508778570132865</id><published>2009-06-03T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:43:40.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Stupid FLU came back</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; The Flu Virus really make my life so miserable.. First was mid May, i'm down with the fever and flu, went to see 2 doctors, cos the first doctor i've seen was DUMB! after one week, then i start to recover. Then it came back last sunday. Walau, it's so frustrating lor. after i was hit by the flu wave, i really dare not go out unnecessarily, i quarantine myself at home, i try to eat as simple as possible, as light as i can. But still it comes back again. So i had to see the doctor again. Again maybe it's becos i'm too eager to "recover", so it's trying to play a trick on me, the medication made me so weak and restless ( stoned for the whole day) But if i don't take it, I'll cough like mad. Then at some advise of my dear colleagues, I took a day off and decided to start my chinese medication. First was the :bitter powder for flu, supposed to drink it hot and went to bed with thick clothing, to perspire as&amp;nbsp;much as i can to get rid of the "cold wind" in my body. Then Uncle Goh gave me some green leave, guaranteed that it's not bitter at all, just simmer in hot water and drink, good for cough and throat problem. OK, not too bad, after drinking my cough does gets better. Before bedtime, my Doctor Goh at home make the bitter tea for me, SUCKS! But what to do, i went to bed and woke up all wet! It really gets better, then he serve me the "green leave" but he being a smart aleck, he went to "crush" the leave and it turns out damn bloody BITTER!&amp;nbsp;This is a torture. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The next day, i took leave, and Doc Goh made me&amp;nbsp;some water for stopping my cough ( different version) But it doesn't seems to help at all. Then an aunty of his said, boiling&amp;nbsp;ginger is good for me, to get rid of the flu, so again... we made&amp;nbsp;the ginger water... Hmmm.. if you ask me if it helps after SO MANY Different "water" i would say... NOT REALLY.... perhaps 50%. Then at night, i took my medication from the doctor again, cos i need to sleep, i need to stop the running nose and cough, so i have no choice, but surprisingly, I COULDN"T sleep well at all! It's supposed to make me drowsy, but my sleep wasn't as good as i thought. So turns out, when i reach the office, so many guys said, I LOOK PALE! !#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; But i would say, during this period of time, many people gave me many advices, herbs and etc.. I would say It's really sweet of them. Thanks to all my dear colleague that after knowing that they care, i felt so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-6599508778570132865?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6599508778570132865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6599508778570132865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6599508778570132865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6599508778570132865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-stupid-flu-came-back.html' title='That Stupid FLU came back'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-268590649147868197</id><published>2009-05-28T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:37:23.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap CID Officer</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; I was praying hard that man whom we did the repair work of his house will come forward and settle the&amp;nbsp;payment. It's been more than 2 weeks and we have no news from that&amp;nbsp;person - that so call "friend" from the temple. And finally last week he called, asking to meet at the temple, fine, it's hard earned money, of course we will go down. Yet, he didn't turn up, reason= wife drove his car! &amp;nbsp;He say&amp;nbsp;he will transfer the money, ok better than nothing, i gave my a/c no. &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Then the next day, he called, he say he had transferred -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Part of it,&amp;nbsp;the rest&amp;nbsp;he will settle with Ray&amp;nbsp;the next round (&lt;EM&gt;when? dunno? maybe wait till his 2 daughter marries off, mind you they are 10yrs old&lt;/EM&gt;)&amp;nbsp;After reading guess you will start wondering how &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;BIG&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; can the amount be?&amp;nbsp;Read with you eye&amp;nbsp;wide opened - &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;S$500&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;-00.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; Yes,&amp;nbsp;it's 500 bucks, not 50,000-00! And this is not just anybody, he is someone who drove a big car (lexus)&amp;nbsp;who stays in a executive apartment upgrading to Condo soon! This is shame of&amp;nbsp;HIM. I thought he is different, so when he needs help, we were ready to do so, yet! Maybe to some of you out there, S$500 is just a small amount,&amp;nbsp;but no matter if it's 50 or 500,&amp;nbsp;it's a matter of principles. Work Completed,you are satisfied,you got your house sold, so Pay up! &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;This is so disappointing!&amp;nbsp;I started to wonder if we are &lt;STRONG&gt;BLIND&lt;/STRONG&gt;! Why get disappointed by our so-call friends again and again... Hello, I don't care what impression all of you have on Contractors, maybe for others, they earn big bucks, but not for my Mr Goh at home. He takes all of&amp;nbsp;them as friends, to the extent that all of&amp;nbsp;them meant so much to him, but why is it that&amp;nbsp;those people are so ungrateful,&amp;nbsp;making use of him again and again! Hurting him Again and Again! He don't deserve to be treated this way. If you are not sincere, stay away from us, we are happier that way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;I wished&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;could be more forgiving, but&amp;nbsp;look at all those people out there, they are incorrigible! They are a bunch of rubbish! Poor CID officer! Can't even afford to come up with S$500/-, guess got to wait till he got his proceed from selling the house then we will get paid. Cheap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-268590649147868197?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/268590649147868197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=268590649147868197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/268590649147868197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/268590649147868197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheap-cid-officer.html' title='Cheap CID Officer'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-8745042304586081632</id><published>2009-05-03T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:10:08.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteer Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Last saturday i went to thie CC to help out packing Goodies Bags for some old folks while my husband went to do some spring cleaning for a temple. Both of us were doing "Volunteer/Charity" work, but it turns out to be so DIFFERENT! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Let's talk about mine. Went there at 1pm, immediately we start with putting the 3kg rice into plastic bag, fold up and stack nicely in 10s. Not easy, we have to organise and place it in order. My body ACHE so badly after stacking like 200bags of rice.. this is not all, there's total of 2200 bags! Finally after the help of all the volunteers, we finished the rice in 2 hours. Then comes the packing of goodies, there are a total of 12 items to be place into the bag. And of course, hiccups during the start, I would say CHAOTIC! Maye it's becos everybody have their own ideas and everyone think they are right. But without wasting too much time, we got it in order. Again, we are talking about 2200 bags. Doreen and myself were in charge of the canned food, so it's kinda tiring too. We managed to finish in&amp;nbsp;2 hours. So in all we took about 4 hours to complete everything so that the bags can&amp;nbsp;be distribute to all the needy families in Toa Payoh. Tiring&amp;nbsp;but happy! Till now, my muscle still ache&amp;nbsp;badly, i would say&amp;nbsp;it's my mistakes, i should have do some warm up before i start with the heavy stuff.&amp;nbsp;Quote what my hubby say" You ah.. ask you to carry 1kg of things, you start complaining,&amp;nbsp;and now you were like carrying 100kgs.. sure muscle cramp!" hahaha.. I don't mind, cos it's the evident to show that i really work hard! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; My hubby is supposed to help with the spring cleaning at a temple. In fact he had been busy with painting the temple on his own for the last few days. NO ONE there to help out, so when he heard that the "committee members" will be down there on Sat, he is happy cos he need them to shift the buddha statues before he can reach the wall. He is kinda disappointed becos they all arrange to be there only at 2PM. And again, as usual, he still don't see anyone at 2.30pm. Immediately when they came, he ask them to move the statues and he start with his painting. Only 3 members came, the rest are outsiders, but again, only commanders are present, nobody wants to do the dirty job. After he finished his part, he was so disappointed and he left. I guessed BUDDHAS have eyes to see, he has done his part and he did more than what he should do for the past few days. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; See.. that's the different, those people from the Temple are incorrigible, they only do things beneficial to themselve. All craps.. while those people from the organization, everyone did the same job, so what if they were sponsors, they too help with the packing. At this "bad times" we were there to show those needy out there we care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-8745042304586081632?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/8745042304586081632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=8745042304586081632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8745042304586081632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8745042304586081632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/05/volunteer-work.html' title='Volunteer Work'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1290758536595934587</id><published>2009-03-24T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:34:43.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleagues can NEVER to Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Most of the people are under the impression that &lt;STRONG&gt;colleagues can never&lt;/STRONG&gt; replace the natural &lt;STRONG&gt;friends&lt;/STRONG&gt; you make under different circumstances. Which i somehow &lt;STRONG&gt;AGREE&lt;/STRONG&gt;! &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; A&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;colleague&lt;/STRONG&gt; is not a &lt;STRONG&gt;friend, &lt;/STRONG&gt;and&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;/STRONG&gt;most cases people who work together tends to be making used/on guard&amp;nbsp;of one another and this is really scary! &lt;BR&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;You don't be nice to people&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;when you needs help &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;you don't just talk to people when you needs a favor &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;you don't act as if you care if&amp;nbsp;only that concerns your "life and death".&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;You don't betray them&amp;nbsp;in order to climb up certain level. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Due to competition&amp;nbsp;which involved dollar and cents, promotion and recognition, it leads to&amp;nbsp;jealousy&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;doubt. As years gone by,&amp;nbsp;we grow and realized that we shouldn't waste our time with people like this. We build up little circles, we build up walls and&amp;nbsp;we tends to drift apart and no regrets... such kind of person, is not worthy as friends. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I have a handful of friends, really good friends. I'm happy and comfortable with them and to be honest they were all my ex-colleagues. I'm glad that&amp;nbsp;we were all&amp;nbsp;in good terms those days cos they are &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;TRUE&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; and we don't back-stabbed one another, instead we were always helping&amp;nbsp;one another and there is never an occasion that we got jealous or angry with one and&amp;nbsp;should there be one, then he/she will be &lt;STRONG&gt;OUT of my list&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; It's really very sickening to have colleagues like that but everywhere is the same, that's a way to survive. I've learnt the most important lesson~~~ If we need to be FAKED, KEEP TO MYSELF and I"LL BE HAPPIER&lt;IMG height=19 alt="" src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w3/ltr/emoticons/smile_teeth.gif" width=19&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1290758536595934587?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1290758536595934587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1290758536595934587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1290758536595934587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1290758536595934587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/03/colleagues-can-never-to-friends.html' title='Colleagues can NEVER to Friends.'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2907920711740931488</id><published>2009-03-24T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:11:07.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party for kid~~ Time to Make Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; This is so familiar! First we can make money when we throw a big banquet on our wedding day~~ Provided people around us are not scrooge and of course we got to make known to them ( giving hints eg.. cost of per table) and make sure we don't give out invitation card if we know that bugger&amp;nbsp;won't be coming ( in case, no show no ang pow=&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;lugi lah&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;). last but not least, NEVER invite people who is poorer than us! hahahaha... That won't be me cos people around me are all&amp;nbsp;richer than me! &lt;IMG height=19 alt="" src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w3/ltr/emoticons/smile_tongue.gif" width=19&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Then when we start to have our first baby, hahaha.. after so much of tonic and check up to make sure we have a healthy baby and also to make up for the money spent, Throw a BIG banquet for baby shower too.. of course, make sure those people give ang pow,&amp;nbsp;if suay suay got presents~~~&amp;nbsp;Arrg.. sucks! And&amp;nbsp;once is not enough, we&amp;nbsp;will celebrate the baby's first birthday too ( &lt;EM&gt;depending on&amp;nbsp;the ang pow lah, if most people give presents.. too bad, no celebration&lt;/EM&gt;!&lt;IMG height=19 alt="" src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w3/ltr/emoticons/smile_confused.gif" width=19&gt;)&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;BLOODY hell~~&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;for people i've mention as&amp;nbsp;above! What the hell! If you can't afford,&amp;nbsp;don't do it.&amp;nbsp;Aren't you ashamed? I doubt so since&amp;nbsp;you are openly telling people that you are throwing a party for your girl, and the balloon cost you 36 bucks,&amp;nbsp;the 1kg cake cost 100bucks, the buffet cost $20 per head&amp;nbsp;and the booking of a&amp;nbsp;club house at a relative condo&amp;nbsp;cost you $60 etc.. and if you&amp;nbsp;don't receive ang pow, you will lost money, but then based on past experience,&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;MOST&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; of your&amp;nbsp;relatives and friends ( &lt;EM&gt;don't you dare invite me&lt;/EM&gt;) give ang pow ranging from $50-$200 so you can forseen you will &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;MAKE MONEY &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;out of this party!&amp;nbsp;KNS...&amp;nbsp;not sincere at all, why men&amp;nbsp;have these mentality? Why can't&amp;nbsp;they just celebrate for the sake of celebrating and not thinking&amp;nbsp;of making money! Walau, then better keep the money in the bank, why take the risk? sigh.... To him, it's nothing, but for people like me who is listening to him, i wanna puke.. i feel so sad for the baby, and for all we know, the baby don't even&amp;nbsp;know what the hell are all those aunties and uncles doing, and try asking her when she is older, she will have zero memories of that party at all. It's&amp;nbsp;just simply a day for parent to show off that they can afford. She is only one, she don't need all these, all she needs is the love and cares of the parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2907920711740931488?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2907920711740931488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2907920711740931488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2907920711740931488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2907920711740931488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-party-for-kid-time-to-make.html' title='Birthday Party for kid~~ Time to Make Money'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-7603548548759215064</id><published>2009-02-19T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:14:39.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JERK! CHEATS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; I just don't understand why some people just have such THICK SKIN! How can they just ask for loan from others like nobody's biz. And for all you know, it's Thousands of $$! This fat idiot from my office, is really too much. He can talk very well, and i guess he had gain my audience all these years, listening to all his craps of having a capable accountant wife in switzland earning big bucks! If he is really that capable, will he still be here, as a technician earning peanuts! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I have so many people coming to me asking me for his whereabout... I know it's fishy! When probe, all these Victims then start telling me he is running away from them, after they transfer $ to his account. So far it's loan of between 200-500 this time is really too much, though the $ is not mine! It 5K! Hello S$5000-00 not Rupiah! The kind soul is Papa Das. A man whom that fatty always addressed as "papa" ya boy, Sugar daddy. I just felt Das is too naive and nice man, just been so trustful and when he got his sms to transfer 2K, no reason given no question asked, he did the transfer, since fatty say he will return in 3 days time! My foot! Then as he gets bolder, he ask for more, this timw another 3k. All these happened in August, and till date all he received from him was 1500/-. Idiot right, so what if Das can afford! And Das lost his toto ticket last week, winning of $1300/- and we all know it's fatty who took it. No one else! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; If Heaven got eyes, please blessed that Das can get back all his money and crooks just get their punishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-7603548548759215064?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/7603548548759215064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=7603548548759215064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7603548548759215064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7603548548759215064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/02/jerk-cheats.html' title='JERK! CHEATS!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2524958147196226230</id><published>2009-01-19T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:50:28.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponsor a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Watched the HK TV Show last night, they were promoting about sponsor a child from countries like Mongolia, thailand, Ethiopia, Sri Lanka and many more. It sounds very interesting and meaningful to me. Hence decided to check it out from the web. I realized that it doesn't cost as much as i always thought, with about S$45/- per month i can actually help those children living in poverty. By helping them, we know they can gets clean water, food, and most importantly education. When we can afford, S$50 is nothing, but at the same time, think of what we can do with $50? No big deal and it's getting smaller and smaller, just one round shopping at Supermarket might cost more than that. It's as good as telling myself to save $1.50 per day i'm able to help a little child from faraway. I think this is gonna be my new year resolution! it's a great idea isn't it? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.worldvision.org.sg/st_bealifeline.php"&gt;http://www.worldvision.org.sg/st_bealifeline.php&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;A href="http://www.worldvision.org.sg/st_wherewework.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2524958147196226230?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2524958147196226230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2524958147196226230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2524958147196226230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2524958147196226230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/01/sponsor-child.html' title='Sponsor a Child'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2798838063236597704</id><published>2009-01-19T00:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:39:12.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untold horrors in Congo - This is really sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; The first time I met Martha, she was beaming and surrounded by children of all ages, screaming gleefully and grabbing her skirt. The next time we met, her smile was gone and her eyes, glazed. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The night before, she had carried to the hospital a 10-year-old girl who had been gang-raped in front of her family by rebels fighting in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). The girl died on Martha's back on their way to the hospital. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the past few months, Martha's phone rings every day with cries for help for women and girls who have been raped. It is a familiar pattern in the North Kivu region of DRC.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"When there is fighting, there is rape. Yesterday, I had two new arrivals. Two women and a baby. The women and girls are raped, some are killed, and others, taken away. This is the way it always is."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Congo war has been going for more than a decade. According to the International Rescue Committee (IRC), about 45,000 people die a month and since the war began, 6 million have died and 1.4 million made homeless.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In this latest flare-up of fierce fighting, a further 250,000 people have become homeless within three weeks. The ceasefire last month and the peace agreement in January that was signed by rebel leader Laurent Nkunda have failed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But the untold horrors of this war are the stories of thousands upon thousands of women, girls and children who suffer brutal sexual violence, the worst in the world, according to the UN.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Martha's own story is horrifyingly unbelievable. At 32, when the war began, her village was attacked by rebels.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"They came and took all our belongings and then they told my husband he was a dead man. They took the machete and started to cut him. They chopped him up into pieces like a cow or goat at the market."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"When they had finished, they yelled at me to pick up the pieces of his body and to put them in a pile. There was blood everywhere and on everything in the bedroom. They told me they would kill me if I cried." &lt;BR&gt; When she had finished piling up her husband's body, they took a knife and started cutting her on the face, neck, arms and legs.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Then they told me to lay on top of my husband's body parts and that is when they began raping me. There were 10 of them and one by one, they raped me."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And while Martha was being raped, two other soldiers raped her 14- and 16-year-old daughters in the next room.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I could hear my girls screaming and I couldn't help them. Then I stopped thinking and my mind was not there anymore." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Martha did not remember any of this until six months later.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I asked my neighbours what had happened. I thought my husband was away on business. They didn't tell me. But I went home one day and saw that two of my daughters were pregnant and didn't know how this could be. That's when the community began to tell me what happened."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The viciousness of Martha's attack destroyed her body. Her uterus was torn so horrifically that it hung between her legs. She couldn't walk with her legs together, and she endured this horrific, painful condition for two years until she met a surgeon at Heal Africa � a hospital that treated rape victims.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Suddenly, the blank look that has been on Martha's face throughout most of our meeting is gone and the depth of her pain is visible, "I cannot have anymore children. They removed everything." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In Congo there is belligerent rape by all sides. There is shooting, looting and raping. They go hand in hand in this war. Rebels and soldiers take everything from people who have almost nothing to give.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"There are guns and rape. You cannot stop rape until you stop war," says Clarisse Kasaza, a World Vision aid worker who works with rape victims. "In 2006, many families started hiding their wives, mums and daughters in the ceiling. But eventually, bandits became suspicious and if they didn't see women in the home, they would start shooting the roof. There is nowhere for women to hide here."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Martha, who is now 43, has committed her life now to helping rape victims and caring for children who are born from rape.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Three times a month I speak in communities to help people understand the crime of rape and I teach other women to be helpers in their communities."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the past year of fighting, a group of 90 women have formed around Martha to support one another. They meet weekly and those who are rejected by their husbands after being raped have taken a house together.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"We also have a revolving loan so we can build up a market business and savings for the group. That way, we can afford to feed our children and send the children to school."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Martha's 18-year-old daughter, Venacia, helps look after the 12 orphaned children who now share her home. "They are like brothers and sisters," she says. "We play together, I teach them how to help around the house and make them food."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Venacia sees the worst of it every week. "When my mother gets a call, there is usually a woman or girl that comes to our house after. Sometimes, they are bleeding very badly."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"One month ago, I saw soldiers raping two girls. And then one of them pushed sticks up the vagina of one of the girls and started saying terrible things to her. She was bleeding very badly. I ran to get my mother and when we got back, one of the girls had died. We took the other one home to care for her."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I am angry every time my mother brings women to our house and I see them suffering. Many are very badly wounded with blood coming out of them. It is all sides doing this to women, not just one. And I am scared because I know this could happen to me," says Venacia.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;More than 2,000 rape cases are reported in the North Kivu region a month. One community in Rutshuru, now under rebel control, reported 150 cases in a month. But most rapes are not reported.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Women are scared and fear discrimination, community isolation or being thrown out of home by their husbands," says Clarisse.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Of all the women I met, none had officially reported their rape. Most feared the stigma and repercussions, and felt too humiliated to talk about it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Not everyone is happy about Martha's help. Last month she was again raped while collecting firewood, and last week, attacked in her home by soldiers who demanded she stop doing this work with women. But she will not be discouraged. "It's what keeps me going. I have thought about ending my life many, many times. But then I see the children I have and the women who need support and I stop myself."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A woman strolls in as we finish up talking. She represents the latest chapter in this horrible war. She arrived last night after rebels attacked her village, raping her and many other women in front of everyone. Her sisters were grabbed and taken away. She does not know where they are, but knows the worst is true.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"They choose girls and take them away as wives. They keep them as sexual toys until they become pregnant and then, throw them away. They always do this," says Martha.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Martha's story happened when the war began. This latest round of bloodshed is no different. The raping goes on and it is just as brutal and prevalent as ever…&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Martha and Venacia are pseudonyms. &lt;BR&gt; &lt;SPAN class="style2 style11"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;By Michelle Rice, World Vision&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;SPAN class="style2 style11"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;** Came across this story when i was visiting the worldvision website. This is so sad... Wished there were no Wars and woman &amp;amp; children suffer No More.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2798838063236597704?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2798838063236597704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2798838063236597704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2798838063236597704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2798838063236597704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/01/untold-horrors-in-congo-this-is-really.html' title='Untold horrors in Congo - This is really sad'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1041765432875507190</id><published>2009-01-05T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:56:15.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year Resolution!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SWIDOUN-W4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/7iJfxQ6JQvc/s1600-h/smile-bear-happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287792456966757250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SWIDOUN-W4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/7iJfxQ6JQvc/s200/smile-bear-happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahahaha.. This is the first time that I've heard someone said that his NY resolution is ~~ To treat me better! hahahaha.. This comes from a colleague of mine! Walau.. really joker! I know he just wants me to cheer up! But walau.. luckily i know him too well, if not I'll thought that it's real! hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then My boss went to query my BF why must be take out his watch to compensate on my behalf, even if he has to, then take my ladies watch and give to the SIA girl ( that old man, always say he got a SIA girl) and his answer was sweet... so sweet.. he said"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want to see her sad lah, and cannot lah, no SIA girl lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;".. hahaha.. suddenly so many people wanna donate out their watches, so should i say this is a blessing in disguise? I was really down lor.. i felt so bad, I started to wonder if someone is out to sabotage me? I started to worried that bad luck will fall on me, it's not very nice that things got lost in my hand and the past few days was really sad lor, what a new year to start with! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I'm glad that I have so many friends who were always there for me, Thank you lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1041765432875507190?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1041765432875507190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1041765432875507190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1041765432875507190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1041765432875507190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New year Resolution!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SWIDOUN-W4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/7iJfxQ6JQvc/s72-c/smile-bear-happy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6076182980067277597</id><published>2009-01-04T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:57:22.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This morning i received a note from someone i DON'T LIKE &amp;amp; he DON"T Like Me too!, hmmm.. he said " thank you, you are a nice soul" Touching right? At least it's from someone who was deem as "hated me".. who cares if he is sincere, I guess he was! In fact he don't have to say all these, since it's my fault or it's his fault that i lost the birthday card of his and hence i have to get him a voucher from my pocket, whoever took away his is really bad, regardless how much we dislike the person, when money is concerned, it's dishonesty or stealing, it's not encouraged lor. Anyway, I'm sincere when i bought him that voucher with a note "happy belated birthday", why spoil someone's birthday, who knows, maybe after this incident, we can put away all the unhappiness, provided he don't irritate me again!  ( honestly speaking, the reason he misunderstood me was created by that Toufu, really nothing to do with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw my good friend, Mark. I told him about the lost watch and he too, felt that someone must be playing pranks on me, can't be anyone here who had stolen it, he felt that my bosses have been too "lenient" and "usual" to be so cool. He ask me to wait for a few days, see if they will bring it out. I don't know, i wished they would, else i'll have to come up with $$ to compensate him, though he say don't need. So suay of me.. phui phui phui... Things will get better this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet of HIM, he said i can use his watch to give it to JJ, don't have to worry.. in fact he is not the first one to offer, a camp 4 guy too, offer to let me have his watch to compensate JJ and kenyan too had offered, i won't take from him cos he actually wanted to give to his uncle. It's nice of them to offer, but i really hope the watch will walk out soon.... &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/12926236-6076182980067277597?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6076182980067277597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6076182980067277597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6076182980067277597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6076182980067277597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-8665761743369530719</id><published>2008-12-30T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:57:55.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust No One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SVrnPSThvNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yTDEftNIxaY/s1600-h/images-705388.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285791362470493394" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SVrnPSThvNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yTDEftNIxaY/s320/images-705388.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confucius&lt;/em&gt; and Mencius says : &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Goodness of Human&lt;/em&gt; Nature&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is full of Craps! At least this was what I always believe, yet, it all changes after last evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are running a 24 hours shift, if there's any things which needs to be given to all staff, esp those on night shift, I will just leave it on the desk for the Planner to distribute. All these while, regardless if it's documents or gift like bags, speaker and watches. NEVER ever did they gone missing. This stupid watch ( one and only) for the Camp guy was left on my desk since last Thursday night. I was on leave on Friday and back to work on Monday. So when I found it on my desk, ultimately I ask Joel did he collect his watch and he said yes, even nice to give me the names of those who have collected directly from my boss. So I just leave it aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday morning, on my way to the office I saw JJ, who was asking me for the watch, happily I told him he can take it from my desk that evening when he report work. Moment when I step into the office, I realised there is no day planner, hence I wrote JJ's name on a post it pad and paste it on the box, leave it on the planner's desk and I went out for my course.&lt;br /&gt;When I return from my course, it was still there and we were even sitting near the desk distributing some bags from the UNION. When I leave the office at 5.15pm, I still see it on the desk together with the piece of note requesting the planner to distribute the bags to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Evening about 7+, JJ sms me, ask me where did I leave the watch.. @#$% how can it be missing? That moment, I thought my boss was playing pranks on me, ( &lt;em&gt;he can be pretty childish&lt;/em&gt;) but till late night, I still did not rec'd any call from JJ saying he got it and that's it! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The watch just vanished&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! How can it be, I thought I can trust the guys? I really hoped it's some outsider who walks in and took it (&lt;em&gt; bullshit, it's not that obvious and there is always people in the office&lt;/em&gt;). The day shift guys can be trusted ( I believed) and so does the rest of the guys here. Working here for more than 4 years, I would say, there maybe a few clowns and jokers, but so far nothing have gone missing ( at least for my stuff, not counting those tools). It's not as if they don't have, all of us was given one, why so greedy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning when I came in, I called my young boss and guess what? He say " it's ok, no worries, I'll just get one from HR later and give it to him, don't worry about it lah" Hello.. it's a matter of principles, we can't just let the matter rest? Even if we can't get the culprits, don't they think they should be careful of our stuff, there's a thief in the office and we can't just let that bugger got away. It's so scary to have a thief inside we don't know who he is, how can we work in peace? Does that mean we have to carry our Hp and valuables everywhere we go, strap our handbag with us wherever we go? I'm really surprised that he can be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;This really spoil my day…. Really.. Who can we trust???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-8665761743369530719?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/8665761743369530719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=8665761743369530719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8665761743369530719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8665761743369530719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/12/trust-no-one.html' title='Trust No One!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SVrnPSThvNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yTDEftNIxaY/s72-c/images-705388.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1174687855972214261</id><published>2008-12-29T00:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:10:06.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrooge !</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;FONT size=2&gt; That Scrooge in the office was telling the boss that "&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;woman are very calculative of minor things&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;" such as usage of stationery! Bloody hell, who is he to comment on woman when &lt;STRONG&gt;HE is&lt;/STRONG&gt; the one who was &lt;STRONG&gt;WORST &lt;/STRONG&gt;than many women out there. Just becos you wanna curry favor the bosses, just becos the bosses say yes, he dare not say NO, &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;SHAME &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;on YOU as a man! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Chinese say &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT lang=ZH-CN face=SimSun size=2&gt;小男人&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;(Xiao Nan Ren) and that's you! Ya, we are calculative, and we learnt from you, we are calculative with minor things, unlike you, inviting people to your wedding and yet have to stressed yourself so much over the ang pow.&amp;nbsp;Man like you, calculative over new year ang pow for your 3 nephews which we woman won't,&amp;nbsp;you are calculative with MAJOY things only mah!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT size=2&gt;It's a blessing and we enjoy seeing the smile on people's face, hence we are happy to give out ang pow to our loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1174687855972214261?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1174687855972214261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1174687855972214261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1174687855972214261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1174687855972214261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrooge.html' title='Scrooge !'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3860628248293363345</id><published>2008-12-18T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:58:55.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joker!</title><content type='html'>That fat controller is in deep shit. It's 3.30pm and a customer who were trying to make appointment with him to clarify some work issue and how dare him~ Telling the customer, PLEASE COME BACK AT 5.30pm! Walau, he is so daring lor.. i konw he must have ran back home to fetch his wife or running his own errand. It's not the first time. He will be out of his desk going from Changi Airport -  Pasir Ris - tanjong Pagar and then back to Changi Airport again! All these will take more than 2hours and i would say members have got it;s privilege! So far, nothing happened to him. When i asked him, out of concern, why must he rush that way, he claimed that it's instruction of his wife who is working there, she NEEDS him to fetch her to work regardless if he is on duty! What kind of wife is this! You know your husband is at work, then why can't you just take a MRT or bus! What so difficult! So pampered meh? What if something happened outside which officially he shld be at work, then how to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this won't kill him, even if the boss know that he went disappear, all he did was ask me to check if he clock out or not. all of us ( ME especially) knows very well he went out for LUNCH? only, but he is just stupid to tell customer to wait for him for 2 hours. End up, who lugi? Silly man lor. The wife is to be blamed too.. if his husband lost his job then it's better for her, i guess, can send her to work everyday and don't need to rush! Can even makan and shop before reporting to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman....  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"  style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.&lt;br /&gt;She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.' ( I really agree with it lor! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"  style="font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/12926236-3860628248293363345?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3860628248293363345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3860628248293363345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3860628248293363345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3860628248293363345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/12/joker.html' title='Joker!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-8680201234831739292</id><published>2008-12-15T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:00:05.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first X'mas Card!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SUZIbP2I0AI/AAAAAAAAAfM/PmSLO9TkTsg/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279987246085754882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SUZIbP2I0AI/AAAAAAAAAfM/PmSLO9TkTsg/s200/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Very First X'mas Card for 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SUZIazVTrEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Sl62k61cCII/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279987238431861826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SUZIazVTrEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Sl62k61cCII/s200/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What surprises me was there's a AUD$50 taped inside the card! He shouldn't have do so. But according to him, eversince he received his first 'Ang Pow" from uncle Lim on his birthday, he thought he wanna do the same thing. Cute uncle! Actually the most touching part was he actually remember my hubby's name! That's really very sweet of him. So we have decided to give him an Ang Pow too when i send him a traditional Chinese New Year card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-8680201234831739292?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/8680201234831739292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=8680201234831739292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8680201234831739292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8680201234831739292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-xmas-card.html' title='My first X&apos;mas Card!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SUZIbP2I0AI/AAAAAAAAAfM/PmSLO9TkTsg/s72-c/DSC00683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1281536524644581218</id><published>2008-12-12T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:32:01.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate December!</title><content type='html'>December seems to be a difficult month for all of us at home. It used to be a month full of joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking so much of him, those days when he was a kid, those days when we had our first meal at A&amp;amp;W, the gift he bought for me, the joy and happiness he had brought us, and worst, that Fateful day! I've dreamt of him lately, he was a little boy and he was sick, I had to bring him to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so heart breaking, I know I shouldn't be crying, which we were told as an elder, we are not allow to pray him, not allow to cry as it's bad for him, but I just couldn't help it. It's so painful whenever we thought of him, my dearest nephew.  I don't even dare to go to my sister's place, cos the atmosphere was usually "down" during this month and every year during his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Missed him So Much! If only we can turn back the clock... I hate Christmas! I hate Boxing day! Why must it happen to my family? Why? Why Him? Life is so UNFAIR to him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1281536524644581218?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1281536524644581218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1281536524644581218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1281536524644581218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1281536524644581218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-december.html' title='I Hate December!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-7926840099688180914</id><published>2008-12-10T05:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:32:22.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Perfume Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_DprP3PTI/AAAAAAAAAek/R4WXAgIMqiI/s1600-h/rush_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278152409052822834" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_DprP3PTI/AAAAAAAAAek/R4WXAgIMqiI/s200/rush_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278152051523266978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_DU3WLKaI/AAAAAAAAAec/BtauzASb5eY/s200/Red_Door_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_Dp6rgEtI/AAAAAAAAAes/BPjaMyIG5IU/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278152413195277010" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_Dp6rgEtI/AAAAAAAAAes/BPjaMyIG5IU/s200/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Reason why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; putting all these pic of perfume I had/having now is because i realised I've really tried out quite a number of different brands. The above pic was taken last week when i spent about $200/- on perfume in ONE day! Crazy right! I just can't resist not buying, it's cheap with staff discount. And out of all my collection, at least 3 was gift from my friend who works in a perfume shop, and coincidentally, I started buying when i first started working and one of my friend's cousin was working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DFS&lt;/span&gt;. Seems like I have special affinity with people in that line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-7926840099688180914?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/7926840099688180914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=7926840099688180914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7926840099688180914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7926840099688180914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_10.html' title='My Perfume Collection'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_DprP3PTI/AAAAAAAAAek/R4WXAgIMqiI/s72-c/rush_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3139907436857446708</id><published>2008-12-10T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:24:57.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfumes I had</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_C6Akru3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ryRc-aAu5Ho/s1600-h/tommy_girl_cool_spray_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278151590143572850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_C6Akru3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ryRc-aAu5Ho/s200/tommy_girl_cool_spray_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_C6OWAbrI/AAAAAAAAAeE/qE9C6emntlc/s1600-h/tn_3748_Deep_Red_by_Hugo_Boss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278151593840111282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_C6OWAbrI/AAAAAAAAAeE/qE9C6emntlc/s200/tn_3748_Deep_Red_by_Hugo_Boss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_C50Y4XVI/AAAAAAAAAds/azdb0bSEOEs/s1600-h/polo_sport_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278151586872843602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_C50Y4XVI/AAAAAAAAAds/azdb0bSEOEs/s200/polo_sport_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-3139907436857446708?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3139907436857446708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3139907436857446708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3139907436857446708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3139907436857446708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfumes-i-had.html' title='Perfumes I had'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_C6Akru3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ryRc-aAu5Ho/s72-c/tommy_girl_cool_spray_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1298020887232905554</id><published>2008-12-10T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:21:47.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Perfumes I had since day one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278150538657984818" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_B8ze-8TI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rCOqqmjz3lo/s200/pleasures_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_BnOHescI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AmDFWR6HBSY/s1600-h/jean_paul_gaultier_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278150167850037698" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_BnOHescI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AmDFWR6HBSY/s200/jean_paul_gaultier_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278150160296100850" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_Bmx-ew_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Dp0OYGeVYl8/s200/eternity_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_BmoOeOhI/AAAAAAAAAck/hj0MjlArvV0/s1600-h/cabotine_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278150157678819858" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_BmoOeOhI/AAAAAAAAAck/hj0MjlArvV0/s200/cabotine_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_Bml3I7_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/1qzFodF9A3U/s1600-h/1885_True_Love_by_Elizabeth_Arden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278150157044084722" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_Bml3I7_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/1qzFodF9A3U/s200/1885_True_Love_by_Elizabeth_Arden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1298020887232905554?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1298020887232905554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1298020887232905554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1298020887232905554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1298020887232905554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='List of Perfumes I had since day one!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/ST_B8ze-8TI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rCOqqmjz3lo/s72-c/pleasures_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3614428478805833554</id><published>2008-12-04T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:49:21.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrifty? Miserable Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;FONT size=2&gt; I have not gone for the so-call honey moon, unlike some couples out there. But I really treasure every single trip with my hubby. Be it trip to Taiwan, China, HK, Australia and many more. All these trip may not sound like any luxury trip like Europe or Switzerland or Paris, but we were really happy and enjoy ourselve with all the Food, Scenery and time together of course with manageable budget. We try to make every cent worth, not to the extent of scrimping and behave going on tight budget, We try to make ourselve as comfortable as possible, using the keast money to enjoy ourselve. We managed to get little gift for family and friends, we managed to try out most of the "die die must eat" stuff. &lt;BR&gt; Today I heard someone actually said they change S$300/- for 2 person to Korea and they still have a lot money left after the 7 day trip! How did they managed to do it? I know most packaged tour come with hotel, food and maybe entrance ticket to theme park or places of interest, but I'm sure there were times when we need a drink, try out some local snack, buy little gift for closed ones. According to him he said" Can u imagined, the first 4 days we didn't even spend a single cent, we were so Thrifty" Alamak, all the way there and you are trying to be thrifty? Then might as well stay at home! Oh ya, I've forgotten that they were one who can spend 8hours on a S$70 per pax Buffet. They sure know how to make full use of the money. Not to say one of them is a Planner and the other one is an accountant, I would say, if I'm like them, I'll be driving BMW or Porsche! &lt;BR&gt; No wonder he is never Happy! Honey Moon should be memorable and full of happiness. Oops, to correct Newly wed should be full of smile, but he is just not. Maybe that piece of meat aren't tasty enough or like what my dear adik said" The last 3 days his wife got menses, so can't do mah"! But really the more I see him, the more I dislike him, imagine being colleague for so long, today is the first time I've not spoken a single word with him. This will show him that I can't be bother and I'm not interested in his sad "wedding?Honeymoon". Marriage life will not turn him to better, in fact, Worst! Save our Sympathy, it's pointless for people like them. They are happy, Good for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-3614428478805833554?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3614428478805833554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3614428478805833554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3614428478805833554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3614428478805833554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/12/thrifty-miserable-life.html' title='Thrifty? 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What a big JOKE! Wahahahaha&lt;/STRONG&gt;... So i guess we better take up another form of hobby so that in the event of taking too many&amp;nbsp;medical leave, we have a good reason to back up~~for work mah, I have to suffer injuries&amp;nbsp;entertaining customer leh.. see how i sacrified for the Company!&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Hmmm.. for this sake, he deserved it lor,&amp;nbsp;but I'm VERY SURE that there are&amp;nbsp;more than ONE man here who lagi well deserved this award than him! aiyoyo..&amp;nbsp;all those joker who came out with this award, what a JOKE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1115803210083268996?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1115803210083268996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1115803210083268996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1115803210083268996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1115803210083268996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-employee-of-year.html' title='BEST EMPLOYEE OF THE YEAR'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/STOGw-Ck20I/AAAAAAAAAcM/m5xu0DVykwI/s72-c/463-cc-gross-trophy-top-figure-450-703471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-820573011788126118</id><published>2008-11-24T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:09:31.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Circus in Changi</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;FONT size=2&gt; I think working shift really affected many people's health. Like my dear Store uncle, he have high blood pressure, though he is not working shift- probably the diet or age. So this morning he was telling me he need to see the doctor tmrw, and he brought out the BP measuring kit, he was telling Siva that his blood is 102 &lt;FONT face=Wingdings&gt;L&lt;/FONT&gt; and this Siva said can't be, else he would be dead by now! Then surprising that skinny Gien, he too have the same problem ( he's the one who said the hypertension was caused by night shift work). He was measuring his BP and show normal despite him not taking his medicine this morning. So the credit goes to day shift. He was recommending exercise and Yoga to my 2 indian uncle and funniest part- Siva said" I don't do exercise and Yoga, I only do &lt;I&gt;EATING&lt;/I&gt;!" This funny old man! &lt;BR&gt; Then this Handsome LAE was saying he heard comment on why is he doing day when he is supposed to be night. Walau, give day also got problem, isn't it what he wants? And I felt bad to Mr Bulgarian too, he was sort off "blacklisted" by my dear boss, so when this handsome came back, poor him, he will be doing perm night. I know it's kinda unfair, but when $ is concerned, what to do! And me, been sandwiched by so many people, can't choose between been "good" or "evil" I hope they understand my position. It's hard to call up the guys and informed them, becos this group of guys coming back, hence their OT will be cancelled or they will have to give up their day shift for them. It's hard lor, so sometime I just sms them instead of calling. I really hope they will bear no grudge or any hard feeling ( sure have lah) but that's life isn't it, it's never &lt;EM&gt;FAIR&lt;/EM&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-820573011788126118?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/820573011788126118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=820573011788126118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/820573011788126118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/820573011788126118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-little-circus-in-changi.html' title='My little Circus in Changi'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1417857059973693459</id><published>2008-11-24T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:14:23.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SSpwb65N3tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0cdjVT4cC_s/s1600-h/untitled-763516.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SSpwb65N3tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0cdjVT4cC_s/s320/untitled-763516.bmp"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272149938758606546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; I'm so happy today! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Monday blues don't seems to be existing! Hahaha.. it's the first time when i'm not blue on Monday! hahaha.. I guess great partner plays an important part! Just sweet of him.. It's the first time .. Hmm..nope he is improving i think! Just feeling so comfortable that i can simply share with him &lt;EM&gt;Everything.. Anything.. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Well, time to go home lah.. and i guess&amp;nbsp;i'm gonna have a sweet sweet dream tonight! But i hope i'm not like him,&amp;nbsp;having weird and funny dreams! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1417857059973693459?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1417857059973693459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1417857059973693459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1417857059973693459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1417857059973693459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-happy.html' title='I&apos;m so happy!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SSpwb65N3tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0cdjVT4cC_s/s72-c/untitled-763516.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6573325526793237062</id><published>2008-11-17T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:37:32.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure! I Very Sure! Hahahaha My Happiest day of the week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=3&gt; &lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;WOW HAHA&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;! No words can describe how "&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;SHIOK&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;" I am! Hahahahaha.. I've just seen an idiot who dig his own grave and I can see his facial expression was "stiff" Scared Stiffed! Hahahaha. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;That Eric, whom I hated most, all becos he &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;DOES NOT&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt; respect woman! He will openly discuss about the male organsm as well as his "dream Length" right in front of lady who don't know him well. Even when the rest of the men around him try to stop him, he will still go ahead. Not only that, he look down on our China Engineer, what an idiot, don't forget the person whom he look down was supposed to be the one he has to learnt from! And also, he has a bad record of throwing money on people face, come on lah, damn rude and irrespectful fella, who think so bloody highly of himself, graduate So What! LOW EQ! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;That idiot, he think he is infallible, each time when the bosses ask him something, he will always said he is SURE! POSITIVE!,ALWAYS RIGHT! And today is not the first time when he malu himself, but that idiot, he just enjoy getting malu! Guess what he did, he was asking for the old boss to sign his card for him for his OT, and old man wants him to write down what have he done and which AC he did. He wrote VLB and is damn sure he is right! Although old man is not around when he did the check, he still know that idiot have written wrongly and so he question him if he is so sure, haha, that idiot, he said " Sure, VERY sure, if wrong I chop chop"! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff size=1&gt;( Chop Chop mean he will chop off his P****)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=1&gt;.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt; &lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Being kind and nice, old man give him a second chance to correct himself, but he &lt;B&gt;INSIST&lt;/B&gt; that he is RIGHT! Okay, that's when I come into the picture, being nosey and wanted to see him chop, hahaha, I went to check the handover book and his fellow worker's card, &lt;B&gt;HAHAHA.. BINGO! He have to chop&lt;/B&gt;! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Horray! Though I'm not interested to see his small little chicky! That's when his face turned &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ffffff size=2&gt;white&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt; Old man ask me to get him a cutter, Of course, I have various sizes for him to choose! That Bl**dy Idiot! He don't know who is he dealing with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-6573325526793237062?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6573325526793237062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6573325526793237062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6573325526793237062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6573325526793237062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/11/sure-i-very-sure-hahahaha-my-happiest.html' title='Sure! I Very Sure! Hahahaha My Happiest day of the week!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2615693825706504800</id><published>2008-11-16T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:11:32.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody idiot Confidential Asst</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Bl**dy H*ll Mamasan&lt;/STRONG&gt;... &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;damn bl**dy Rude bimbo&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;- OOPS, she is not even a bimbo cos she is NOT pretty enough to be one! Idiot! I really wonder why&amp;nbsp;the coy is&amp;nbsp;keeping this kind of woman, know nothing, empty shell except&amp;nbsp;that she can be touch by her old man as and when he&amp;nbsp;likes! Confidential Asst, my Foot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; How can one ask a favour and yet being so bl**dy RUDE! The email was written like real, PLS Help! Yet when she call, she was like can you send me the T-shirt sizes for the guys to me, today is the date line. As i'm also busying with something ( Please lor, Monday leh, and I don't work&amp;nbsp;for her!) so i told her i'll give to her later since some guys have yet to provide me with the sizes they need.&amp;nbsp;Guess what, she said " aiyo, it's just a phone call away, give them a call and check with them" BLOODY hell, don't you understand what is busy and since you are saying that IT"S JUST A PHONE CALL AWAY then you&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt; F**king Bitch&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;, DO IT YOURSELF! So when i finally got time for her, i wrote to her and tell her it's always OK for me to help and I also Thank&amp;nbsp;her for reminding it's a phone call away! Bitch! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; This is&amp;nbsp;what &lt;STRONG&gt;**Aerospace &lt;/STRONG&gt;have, full of senile old men in Quality Dept, Rude Spinster in HR dept, and a Mamasan in the Base who flirt around with the ex boss and all any other men in power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2615693825706504800?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2615693825706504800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2615693825706504800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2615693825706504800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2615693825706504800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloody-idiot-confidential-asst.html' title='Bloody idiot Confidential Asst'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-5183073920923900859</id><published>2008-11-13T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:41:08.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Damn it! I didn't know that it can be so Bl**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dy&lt;/span&gt; Stressful! For the last 10 years of my "career" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt;.. It's no big deal&lt;/span&gt;..I've never come across the word " &lt;em&gt;Retrenchment" &lt;/em&gt;Thank God! Since the beginning of last week when D Bank announced that there will be a Retrenchment exercise going on, though not my problem but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;, my nephew who will be going for his study, or I should say have dump all his money into the course he will be doing works there. Since the news came out, my sister have been so worried, my nephew too, so worried that it will jeopardized his studying plan. And all these really affects me. For all who knows me well enough, my nephews are all VIP ~~at least to me and my family, when they are happy, I'll be happy, but when they are sad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; cry too. So I'm really really really (10x) very worried but yet the only thing we can do is WAIT... that stupid bank was telling them they will announce the news only end of the month, halo, it's only 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, it's torturing to let people wait for 3 weeks for the execution date, who's gonna work? I can guarantee, everybody will be worried sick, and who has the mood to work man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, today news said they will not target on young people, so at least my nephew can be spared, I thought! Then just now we received his call, he sounds sad, really sad.. @#$% don't tell me he so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; ah.. he said he was not one of them, but 2 of his friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; and that's why he is sad for them. That's my boy, so soft hearted but let me remind you my dear~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That's life,  that's reality! This is a world full of obstacles and this is an adventurous world, There are lots of things for you to find out. You see people come and go, you get to know people you like and dislikes. You might have been the most hard working staff around, but you might not be the one who climb the highest "mountain". This might be a very sad experience for you, but it's a lesson for you to treasure, you have to be grateful of what you have, happy or not, we just have to take it and accept it, no matter how your job sucks! Truth is = You need the $$$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank God and I pray hard that the day will not come for me, I don't know how well I can take it if my boss suddenly tell me~YOU ARE FIRED! Let's be grateful that end of the month we still get our pay check, forget about increment, forget about promotion, forget about the big bonus, just let me have my job and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-5183073920923900859?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/5183073920923900859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=5183073920923900859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5183073920923900859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5183073920923900859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality-of-life.html' title='Reality of Life'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1886600989446109372</id><published>2008-10-30T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:44:56.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus of clowns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=3&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;All those clowns in the office really amused me! First was that God brother, walau, I was so nice to buy him vegetarian mee hoon yesterday, yet he din come to work! Then just now, I went to the canteen to tapao for him after my boss announcing to the guys want me to go seletar next week to assist the manager there, sia lah, then I won't be able to enjoy myself like what I did here. Then I can't access the the web and I can't play my favourite Tumblebug! So in order to divert attention, I told them I'm going for my lunch,hopefully by the time I come back this topic will die off. Sekali after that glutton finished his lunch he reminded by boss to bring me to Seletar! What the f***! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Okay, talk about lunch, I always kena stalk by my 2 bosses and ended up I lost all my makan kakis. The 2 of them will follow me and I makan buddies and frankly speaking not everyone likes to have lunch with bosses, so I'm always caught in the middle. Like last week, I went to Ajisan with Mark, that old man called and check on us, in fact he went to the canteen but couldn't find us, that's why he called. As usual he joined us after. Then today, I'm happy that he finished his lunch, yet when I'm enjoying my food and chi chatting with the new guys, he called again, ask for my whereabout and say ah cai is looking for me and on his way to my side. Sia lah, the 2 guys was "uneasy" lor, but before I can finish my food, he is like a phantom, standing behind me ! Aiyo.. oh ya, 5 sec ago, they talk about having dinner with customer, dunno who, ah cai can't go, ask old man to go and even tell the caller, I'M GOING! Sucks! You think I'm a social escort is it? I rather go home and eat MAGGIE mee! Phui! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1886600989446109372?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1886600989446109372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1886600989446109372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1886600989446109372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1886600989446109372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/10/circus-of-clowns.html' title='Circus of clowns!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-5816576733483815663</id><published>2008-10-21T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:55:16.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Best Friend~~ Jen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think i'm drifting apart from you. We seems to have became stranger eversince you got "rich"! Bear in mind, it's not lottery or big bonus, it's hardearned money from your parent. We lost our common topic, i can no longer "click" with you anymore. It's upsetting. I thought whenever i need you, you will be around for me. I'm always there for you when you needs me, but not now. Reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are into branded stuff, which frankly speaking, I can't afford and I don't see the need now. I'll rather have more cash with me. You have got yourself not only 1 but 3 LV bag in less that 2month and not to forget, that Rolex for your hubby and also... a bigger car!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are leading a "&lt;em&gt;tai tai&lt;/em&gt;" life, but i can't. I can't be joining you for lunch as and when i like, I have to work for a living! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't join your piano class, I can type but not with that "keyboard" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I won't be able to join the Yoga class since &lt;em&gt;tai tai&lt;/em&gt; like you only attend afternoon class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't afford to go oversea as &amp;amp; when you like, even though it's just a short getaway to a little town in JB, you can well afford to spend S$500/- for that 3D2N trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When you away or planning for your trip, not once but many times i ask if you are bringing your father, the answer is standard- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He don't have a passport and he don't want to go, moreover, i can send him to my aunty house. &lt;/span&gt;Come on, what so difficult to get a passport. Old folks are the same, they always gives lots of excuse not to get out of the house. U have not even try to make an effort to ask! Even your aunty wanted to bring him for a trip becos she thought you can't afford it since your hubby is the sole breadwinner. That's not true, you can well afford it. Maybe I'm just too sensitive, You no longer speaks like what you used to, you became erm... a little &lt;em&gt;yaya &lt;/em&gt;now.. every single cent you spend comes with the best reason such as &lt;em&gt;you need a break&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;you are very stressed taking care of them&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;you need to pamper yourself&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;you need to have something to motivate you into continuing taking care of your men at home. &lt;/em&gt;Come on, it's your DUTIES as a daughter, wife and mother! Times are bad, I've reminded you. Save for raining days, you never know when the day will come. I'm speaking from experience, but you choose to ignore me. Life without money is miserable, your friends who keep asking you to buy expensive and branded stuff will all be gone once you have spend all your money. Oh ya, I've forgotten that they are all housing agent and insurance agent who make big bucks, they are doing your biz and i'm sure they are happy to know that you belong to the &lt;em&gt;tai tai&lt;/em&gt; group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just a little admin asst, but i just wanna let you know, the day when you needs me, maybe i do not have the money to help, but Ray and myself will be there for you. For now, I think we shall stay away from your circle and we wished you well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-5816576733483815663?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/5816576733483815663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=5816576733483815663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5816576733483815663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5816576733483815663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-best-friend-jen.html' title='To My Best Friend~~ Jen'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2117838683212542984</id><published>2008-10-17T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:10:45.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henpecked Husband and useless son</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;From the topic, very obvious, i'm talking about a man! He is really sickening and i felt so sad for the parent. As a son, I'm sure most parent will be happy that they finally settle down. They must be happily preparing for the big day, and with past experience, i'm sure they will be a big help for the son. Sad to say, not only they are not happy with the future daughter in law, they aren't request to help out at all. First was the house, the son didn't consult them but ask the girl's sad to help in choosing and later discover that it's not a GOOD house. Ok fine, then not only they won't get another daughter in law at home, they are losing their son too. Since that lady refused to stay with them - reason? Oh just coz she has bad temper, she worried that she might have conflict with her MIL. That idiot son actually say OK. He got the cheek to always call home and make his mum cook for her. I suggest they serve her with paper plate and utensils, since she never bother to do the washing. &lt;BR&gt; Then today, he start asking around, saying that his wife to be wanna find a studio apartment for the price of less than S$1K! Crazy.. now property is booming she expect to get one? Ya, haunted house perhaps! That mean they wanna move out and wait till they got their NEW house.. Hey? i thought they only want to stay in a NEW house? Stupid right, they have rooms at both house, why spend that kind of money? See.. very soon, can expect this man crying.. losing all his money.. since she is so demanding. They are really perfect match! I wonder how his parent feel.. how can a man behave this way? No brain? Conclusion~~ His brain is flooded with Sperm! Sex is all he want and i should say, he can save all the hassle, go to Geylang,&amp;nbsp;lots of varieties and cheap, why make everyone so unhappy?&amp;nbsp;Anyway, he is happy lor, so he comments that man who is eligible and not attached is GAY! But we shall wait and see how long his happiness will last!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2117838683212542984?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2117838683212542984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2117838683212542984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2117838683212542984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2117838683212542984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/10/henpecked-husband-and-useless-son.html' title='Henpecked Husband and useless son'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-7461723751256793990</id><published>2008-10-13T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:24:00.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOcMHrmza2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/xeWa9-bUSLY/s1600-h/unstoppable.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253180816455068514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOcMHrmza2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/xeWa9-bUSLY/s320/unstoppable.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-7461723751256793990?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/7461723751256793990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=7461723751256793990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7461723751256793990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7461723751256793990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-so-cute.html' title='This is so cute'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOcMHrmza2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/xeWa9-bUSLY/s72-c/unstoppable.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-955272029981750566</id><published>2008-10-10T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:22:00.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOcLx0rxFoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/X-AvivH-oKU/s1600-h/little+world.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253180440934684290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOcLx0rxFoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/X-AvivH-oKU/s320/little+world.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone needs a little world of our own. Filled with love and secrets, sadness and happiness, who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-955272029981750566?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/955272029981750566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=955272029981750566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/955272029981750566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/955272029981750566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-world.html' title='Little World'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOcLx0rxFoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/X-AvivH-oKU/s72-c/little+world.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-739761925265775288</id><published>2008-10-09T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:31:31.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SO6iY_alSpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/TtJ9BwKwqJc/s1600-h/poison_sign-791386.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SO6iY_alSpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/TtJ9BwKwqJc/s320/poison_sign-791386.png"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255316365411437202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;FONT face="" color=#6a6a6a&gt; Sigh... This melamine really hits the whole world hard! No matter what, shouldn't&amp;nbsp;mess around with food, which everybody needs it! This is a list&amp;nbsp;from &lt;A href="http://www.ava.gov.sg"&gt;AVA&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;and can you imagine how shocked I am&amp;nbsp;when i saw Dutch Lady on the list! I love the Banana Flavoured Milk but now.. Then&amp;nbsp;the famous White Rabbit Candy, we had this&amp;nbsp;like more than 30 years! Thou as&amp;nbsp;we grow we stay away from "sweet" sweets, but still... it's something so familiar&amp;nbsp;to our household. Then now, Choclairs.. what's next? &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;OL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Yi Li Choice Dairy Fruit Bar Yogurt Flavoured Ice Confection&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Dutch Lady Strawberry Flavoured Milk&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;White Rabbit Creamy Candy&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Dutch Lady Banana Flavoured Milk&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Dutch Lady Honeydew Flavoured Milk&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Silang - House of Steamed Potato - Potato Cracker &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;徐福记 Puffed Rice Rolls - Butter Corn Flavour&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;徐福记 Puffed Rice Rolls - Cheese Flavour&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;FONT face="" color=#6a6a6a&gt;New Ssshmallows Mallow Dippers - Strawberry Flavour&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;FONT face="" color=#6a6a6a&gt;Silang - House of Steamed Potato - Potato &amp;amp; Tomato Cracker&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;FONT face="" color=#6a6a6a&gt;Cadbury Choclairs - Blueberry Flavour&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;FONT face="" color=#6a6a6a&gt;Cadbury Choclairs -&amp;nbsp;Coffee Flavour&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: windowtext"&gt;&lt;FONT face="" color=#6a6a6a&gt;Panda Dairy Whole Milk Powder (industrial pack)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-739761925265775288?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/739761925265775288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=739761925265775288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/739761925265775288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/739761925265775288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SO6iY_alSpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/TtJ9BwKwqJc/s72-c/poison_sign-791386.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1058130300709874954</id><published>2008-10-04T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:21:00.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOcLfp3f88I/AAAAAAAAAUU/3hIRDoH98t8/s1600-h/Forget+healthy+food.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253180128793457602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOcLfp3f88I/AAAAAAAAAUU/3hIRDoH98t8/s320/Forget+healthy+food.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1058130300709874954?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1058130300709874954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1058130300709874954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1058130300709874954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1058130300709874954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/10/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOcLfp3f88I/AAAAAAAAAUU/3hIRDoH98t8/s72-c/Forget+healthy+food.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-9142260030031979626</id><published>2008-10-03T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:22:16.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOYcUls3fLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_t1M9lEARBo/s1600-h/immature+forever.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252917155417521330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOYcUls3fLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_t1M9lEARBo/s320/immature+forever.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-9142260030031979626?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/9142260030031979626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=9142260030031979626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/9142260030031979626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/9142260030031979626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/10/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SOYcUls3fLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_t1M9lEARBo/s72-c/immature+forever.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6324612093390576630</id><published>2008-09-23T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:21:53.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;The first time in my life seeing a man in tears was 18 years ago when my mum passed away. It was the day of the funeral and for 16 years as daughter of my parent, it's the first time i've seen my dad cried. That's the tears of a man who lost his wife of more than 30years. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The second time when i seen a man cried was the fateful 26/12/1999.. I hate to elaborate more, but that was the tears of&amp;nbsp;a HEARTBROKEN father.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The third time was in 26/12/2004. Tears of a father and brother who lost their daughter/sister to the Tsunami. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Then in May, I saw a 80years old uncle cried in front of me becos he lost his wife of 50years.. That's sad and I really don't know how to console him and what to say in order to make him feel better. It's Love and I know one of this day it will happen to us, losing our partner. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; As we can see, most cried because they lost their loved ones, through accident, sickness and disaster, but the man&amp;nbsp;who was in tears just a minute ago cried because he have to send his son to the jail, one and only son. It's not easy because no parent&amp;nbsp;will ever like to see their children suffer, they always want to give us the best and no matter what we do, they will&amp;nbsp;always forgive us&amp;nbsp;and support us. He has to because being a father, he have&amp;nbsp;done his part, by taking good care and provide for him, but he is always giving him problem. This time, it's becos of all the traffic fines and&amp;nbsp;offence&amp;nbsp;he have committed or ignored many months ago. Enough is enough, he have come up with 15k to&amp;nbsp;bail him out, but the penalty was so high&amp;nbsp;and the only time his son willing bear the full responsibilities. The thought of seeing himself in the jail really broke his heart and he&amp;nbsp;no longer able to&amp;nbsp;control his tears.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; We all learn from mistakes and we all grown through mistakes and educations, I&amp;nbsp;really hope this one month will be an experience for him&amp;nbsp;as well as a lesson for him to grow. He is an adult, old enough to be a father, but he never&amp;nbsp;grow any mature. As a father, this is a time for him to let go, though painful, but it's time to do so.&amp;nbsp;I hope when he return home, he will treasure his family and be more sensible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-6324612093390576630?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6324612093390576630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6324612093390576630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6324612093390576630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6324612093390576630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/09/mens-tears.html' title='Men&apos;s Tears'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6640736381656415935</id><published>2008-09-16T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:09:34.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Please blessed that family</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; I really don't understand why some people choose to give birth and yet neglect their own children. If you can't afford to give them the best, but at least you tried, it's understandable. But if you can and yet refused to shower them with love and care, then just have fun and don't give birth!&lt;BR&gt; My husband's family were all weirdoes, I don't like his family, I'm glad he is different. His 2&lt;SUP&gt;nd&lt;/SUP&gt; brother, had 2 lovely children and a wife who really can tolerate all his nonsense. He is always drunk and will start to abuse them, verbally and physically. Quote some examples I've heard for the past few years~&lt;BR&gt; &lt;OL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;He will get drunk and dirty, he will throw up like nobody biz around the house. He will start threatening to chop up everyone. &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;He whip his son up like whipping an animal in the circus, even the teacher threatened to report to the police. &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;He verbally abused his parent-in-law who helps him taking care of the house and children, and for God sake, they were nice old folks who gave him lots of help, yet this ungrateful brat treated them so badly. &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;He is willing to spend money on drinking and gambling, he refused to pay for the house and children, no pocket money for them, unless they really beg him! He don't pay for the household allowance and all the bills for the house. &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Now that his wife have got a job at the airport, earning peanuts, he simply wash his hand and totally stop supporting the wife and children.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;When nice neighbor saw his boy dashing across the road, being nice they tell him to take note, he said " let the car run over him, let him die" ! What a F**K!&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/OL&gt; I told my husband, this man is useless, he don't care for his own family and he gets upset and angry when others trying to care for his wife and children. Don't you think it's a wonderful thing if we have people who love our children and finds them adorable. Don't you think it's a wonderful thing to have people to help you out when you needs help. Yet this idiot, he is inferior I guess, when we are nice to his family, he will start torturing them. &lt;BR&gt; Can you imagine, a boy who usually score 70/80 in all subject, start bring &lt;B&gt;* eggs *&lt;/B&gt; home? He simply gave himself up! Poor boy, all he gets at home is cane cane cane and all the abusive language from the father. He is suppose to be leaving under tender care, yet…. I don't think he can't study, but he just felt neglected, there is nobody to coach and guide him. This can't go on.. It's really upsetting to see them in this stage. Sometime I wonder why in the first place they choose to have children, they shouldn't have and why aren't she running away.. she could have just run away from his clutch! How long is she going to tolerate all these.. 10years? 20years? 30years? Why must she suffer all these. &lt;BR&gt; I really pitied them.. imagine I can't stand the sight of that idiot, not even for 5minutes, but they have to face him everyday! God, Why is all these happening to them? I pray that all these will end soon, I pray that he will wake up and realized his mistakes, realized all the stress he have given to the whole family before it is too late. I can't imagine a little boy telling me he will chop his father into pieces when he grow up, like what his dad always said. God, please blessed that family. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-6640736381656415935?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6640736381656415935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6640736381656415935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6640736381656415935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6640736381656415935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-please-blessed-that-family.html' title='God, Please blessed that family'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-8429434542030306801</id><published>2008-09-11T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:43:35.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to find a Honest Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now then i know my hubby is so &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;HONEST&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;! He is always so proud that he can give other woman a lift home. Yes! He never failed to inform me that he is sending someone home or giving some other woman a lift. I don't see anything wrong with giving others a lift, and there is NO NEED to hide or keep it from your spouse, hmm.. unless there's some hanky panky going on. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; But I just don't understand why some men choose to lie to their spouse. What's wrong with giving a colleague a ride home? Why must you start lying before she even ask you where are&amp;nbsp;you. If&amp;nbsp;you need to do a detour, why are you telling her you are going straight to pick her up. Don't offer other's a ride if you are rushing to somewhere, the transport system in&amp;nbsp;S'pore is good, No worries. And ya, it's so awkward lor... sitting next to someone listening to his lies.. It's a SIN leh... And i hate that kind of "impatient tone" if i'm your wife. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Maybe your wife appeared &lt;STRONG&gt;PETTY&lt;/STRONG&gt; to you, so in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding, you opt to lie, but that shows how much your wife loves you. Or Maybe, it's you..maybe you are the one who wasn't standing too firm.. maybe you have a bad record and probably serving a probation order, hence you decided to lied. But learn from my hubby, he might not have a magnanimous wife, but becos of his honesty, the wife no longer being petty.. The morale of the story- &lt;FONT face="" size=5&gt;T. R. U.&amp;nbsp;S. T&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT size=1&gt;**Note- Shan Shan, it's just a lift, it's just that he didn't tell you the truth &amp;amp; got caught by you, 10 years clean record of his, can make up for that one little lie"&amp;nbsp;he will learn his lesson, cos uncle Tong will speak to him this evening. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-8429434542030306801?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/8429434542030306801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=8429434542030306801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8429434542030306801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8429434542030306801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/09/hard-to-find-honest-hubby.html' title='Hard to find a Honest Hubby'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-7269034009293436693</id><published>2008-09-09T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:02:31.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;Last evening was not too smooth for me. First, we thought of getting something @ Ikea, My hubby VERY sure they sold there. OK, went over, can't find what we want! So dinner shall be next, nothing interesting at Ikea, so we thought we shall get out of the place, while driving, we sudden crave for the Fish soup @ Compass point. OK, shall head there! All the way to Compass point, realized the food court is close lah&lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w3/pr01/ltr/../emoticons/smile_confused.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;! That means we have to think AGAIN what's for dinner! Then i remember there's a 4D kiosk inside metro, so i told my hubby i shall buy some hopes there. Went in and WALAUEH&lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w3/pr01/ltr/../emoticons/smile_angry.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's CLOSED lah, CLOSED FOR GOOD! Sia Lah... Then finally we decided to go to MAC for our dinner, i order a Mac spicy, ok, at least it din disappoint me.. My hubby got a fillet o fish...Hmmm... He said not as good as before.. the Nuggets too were disappointment too... After dinner, we headed home. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; This morning, in order not to get late, I went out like 6.15am to catch an early bus. At least i can still catch my sleep from Punggol to Airport~~I thought. BUT... Arggggg.. there is this boy behind me, he is about 15 i guess, he is with his earpiece, but the volume was SO bloody high, i can even hear the music. I couldn't believe myself lah.. he is listening to a HOKKIEN SONG from the 80s! Halo.. Impossible, not his era lah! And worst... he is SINGING lah... not that he can sing so fantastic.. he reminds me of the clips i saw " that KEN Lee song"! Walau.. And we can't stop him!&amp;nbsp;The worst is not that.. He actually repeatedly singing/babbling that song from PUNGGOL all the way to CPF Building @ Tampines! !#$&amp;amp;** There goes my sleep! The morale of the story~~ &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;NEVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT&amp;nbsp;CHARGING YOUR HP AND NEVER&amp;nbsp;FORGET YOUR EARPIECE!&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-7269034009293436693?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/7269034009293436693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=7269034009293436693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7269034009293436693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7269034009293436693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-684566618149278905</id><published>2008-09-02T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:40:55.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Judge A Book By Its Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; Sometimes we tends to be prejudiced. The moment somebody mistreat us, it's &lt;STRONG&gt;The end &lt;/STRONG&gt;of HIM. We will never have good impression of him, no matter how hard he tries. We tends to be blinded by hatred, prejudice and anger. &lt;BR&gt; Sometimes we are fooled by hypocrites who shower us with sweet words and faked attention. We thought they were friends, best friends.. We thought people who goes lunch with us, shopping with us were True Friends, real friends, but we may be wrong.. &lt;BR&gt; It doesn't matters if we were friends or foes, at least Respect each individual.. I've heard from 2 person in 2 occasion.. One said &lt;B&gt;" &lt;U&gt;Who cares, I'm not that Noble&lt;/U&gt;! &lt;/B&gt;( &lt;I&gt;Mind you, she's a lady with sweet look&lt;/I&gt;) The other said " &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;Respect one another's race and religion"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt; ( &lt;I&gt;He is one who was labeled~~Toad / Bugger&lt;/I&gt;). This explain why people said~~&lt;B&gt;NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;"People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway.&lt;BR&gt;If you do good, people may accuse you of selfish motives. Do good anyway.&lt;BR&gt;If you are successful, you may win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.&lt;BR&gt;The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.&lt;BR&gt;Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway.&lt;BR&gt;What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway.&lt;BR&gt;People who really want help may attack you if you help them. Help them anyway.&lt;BR&gt;Give the world the best you have and you may get hurt. Give the world your best anyway."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;EM&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-684566618149278905?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/684566618149278905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=684566618149278905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/684566618149278905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/684566618149278905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Never Judge A Book By Its Cover'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1725354506607411194</id><published>2008-08-21T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:41:58.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling sucks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237164804972579218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lpHaRiZI/AAAAAAAAATY/y4hoRfZin7A/s320/800px-Flag_of_the_Red_Cross_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With the stupid cramps, i can hardly walk.. Just don't understand why am i getting it? I remembered the last time was many many years back..... &lt;em&gt;Sucks&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Best of all when i sms my boss that i'm seeing doc and was given one day MC, guess what, he said don't let him catch me with my BF! KNS.. I should tell him, if he is in doubt, then tapao lunch for me lor.. so that he can see how shagged i am! Of course no lah.. xiao meh.. I just told him my BF and me are having cold war, becos of work lor.. that's why i'm feeling sicked! I'm sure latest by 12 i will get calls from my dear uncle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my BF, he don't like the idea i put him so many OT.. hmm.. to be precised, not me, but my dear uncle.. So i told him i will speak to uncle, but provided someone to replace him, which i can see.. No way lor.. so many of them going for course, not enough manpower. Anyway I told him i will pray hard for him, lesser work during those nights he is on. Like he say, if there is too many works, he will call me and make sure i go to the office, sit down and watch me work! hahaha.. MY pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... time to go to bed.. the medicine is putting me to sleep.. hopefully by the time i wake up, the stupid cramps is gone.. I want to enjoy my weekend!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1725354506607411194?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1725354506607411194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1725354506607411194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1725354506607411194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1725354506607411194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-feeling-sucks.html' title='I&apos;m feeling sucks..'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lpHaRiZI/AAAAAAAAATY/y4hoRfZin7A/s72-c/800px-Flag_of_the_Red_Cross_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-456193566318151638</id><published>2008-08-20T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:32:05.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT Milk SHAKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SKvIdctK6bI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XrSpfAUHtaI/s1600-h/milkshake-725750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SKvIdctK6bI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XrSpfAUHtaI/s320/milkshake-725750.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236499399995746738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;Yummy Yummy.. I've been craving for the milk shake since yesterday.. I should have gone to T2/T3 to get it during lunch yesterday. In fact I planned to go just now, but... I MUST get it TONIGHT! Die die must get.. else latest by trmw lunch time, I'm going to get myself a strawberry milk shake from macdonald! Argg... I reallyyyyyyy want to have it soooooo much.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-456193566318151638?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/456193566318151638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=456193566318151638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/456193566318151638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/456193566318151638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-milk-shake.html' title='I WANT Milk SHAKE!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SKvIdctK6bI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XrSpfAUHtaI/s72-c/milkshake-725750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-4797357978563517782</id><published>2008-08-20T00:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:21:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha...Heaven got eyes lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think there's "something" in the air! hahaha, we went for lunch just now, 4 of us, myself, KNS, tat MC king and the groom. So while walking to the vehicle, KNS say" You sit in front" with his "sexy voice". Okie, i'm alright, actually i tot of sitting with the groom, so tat MC king can sit in front with him. So after picking him, we went straight to a faraway place for our lunch. Complete silence in the veh except the 95FM. So as usual that glutton is only thinking of food, so he is the first to run to that stall even though KNS have sort of decided what to order ( come on, only set A or B) for me, he would always make the choice for me, so i just need to be seated and wait to be served. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That glutton was funny lor, he was asking why didn't i sit behind with him, why let a man sit with him instead, guess what, even the groom reminds him, he too, don't like to sit next to him hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As usual, after food, he ask for more when all of us are already full. So he bought 3 pieces of kueh and KNS ask me to share with him, so i just cut a small piece and that idiot, actually ask why must i share with KNS and not him. Walau.. too much lah.. already one piece is too small for you, sharing with others... you will be complaining hungry 30min later. Again lor, this fellow, he farted.. he said it's the norm thing for "Normal people"! So bloody rude lor.. Thank God he din do it in the veh, else i'll cursed him like mad sia.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think KNS had enough of all his nonsense lor, that's why the other time when we went out to eat with uncle, he din bother to call him. In fact not once but many times when i asked if we wanna call him, he will say ~~he don't want to go. Which is not true cos I've checked with MC king, all he did was just told him lunch appt cancelled, or best, don't call him at all. Hmm.. I thought they are Buddy???? Weirdos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hey? when did i start calling him names? KNS.. Hmm.. suits him. Should i ever need to write his name in any other blogs or email, i shall use KNS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-4797357978563517782?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/4797357978563517782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=4797357978563517782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4797357978563517782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4797357978563517782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahahaheaven-got-eyes-lah.html' title='hahaha...Heaven got eyes lah'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3302224613624511285</id><published>2008-08-10T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:27:31.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday gift for my uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJ7rspuFsEI/AAAAAAAAASs/JPZ3sA4R4xM/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232878969397030978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJ7rspuFsEI/AAAAAAAAASs/JPZ3sA4R4xM/s320/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Wow, the last time i did a completed cross stitch~~Hmm.. I think was many years back! But this time round, i've learn my lesson, I shouldn't be over-confident, though i've managed to rush out this project for my old uncle in shanghai. Not easy, although it seems small, it took me a day and i even have to put the salonpas on my hand, it's Sooooo tiring.. Anyway i'm glad i managed to get it done on time cos i need to send it out by tmrw so that it can reach shanghai before his birthday this weekend. Now there is another project coming up soon, but i have ample time for this, so i'll make sure i'll do a good job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;** this word is the chinese version of longevity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-3302224613624511285?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3302224613624511285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3302224613624511285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3302224613624511285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3302224613624511285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-gift-for-my-uncle.html' title='Birthday gift for my uncle'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJ7rspuFsEI/AAAAAAAAASs/JPZ3sA4R4xM/s72-c/DSC00499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2872013971754479241</id><published>2008-08-04T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:18:11.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what we call ~~Buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;This morning i was so happy to receive an email from my buddy, from india. As usual more on work since he need to cancel his leave and confirm about his shift on this coming Friday. He is becoming so cheeky now. I told him in order to compensate all the hoo-ha i've gone thru trying to fill the gap during his absence, I want him to get me a sari from india, that ah cai suggested PURPLE colour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;He wrote to me he&amp;nbsp;only remember about my sari stuff when he saw a woman under the rain in&amp;nbsp;india, so he will get one for me, but i can only wear it and walk under the rain! YOU THINK I GILA is it?? Or I'm simply water-proof? So naughty and cheeky now! Then he say there is an email which he&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;just couldn't resist NOT forwarding to me &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;he is sure it will make&amp;nbsp;my day! that email is from his friend, and it goes:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ffff&gt;Hi SK&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So my 'legacy' still remains in Singapore then!!&lt;BR&gt;I'm still at LHR contracting, working for Iberia Airlines. Been here 2yr 2mths now.&lt;BR&gt;Happy here so will stay till contract ends.&lt;BR&gt;I'm surprised you have lasted so long there, i take it your not working for&amp;nbsp;XXX (man that makes me grit my teeth when i think of those pirates!!)&lt;BR&gt;How long do intend staying in Singapore? must be fed up of 'fish head' curry by now!...only thing i enjoyed there.&lt;BR&gt;Is Mario still there if so please say hello to him from me...he's a cool guy. Say hello to Erica as well she's sweet and the rest of the gang.&lt;BR&gt;Speak soon.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;Alamak.. nightmare sia...I think that fellow have no friends lah.. it's been so many years and he can still remember us.. Poor fella.. So i guess my name was not the only tattoo he has, Mario and SK must be in the list too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2872013971754479241?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2872013971754479241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2872013971754479241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2872013971754479241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2872013971754479241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-what-we-call-buddy.html' title='This is what we call ~~Buddy!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-4481888114092744473</id><published>2008-08-04T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:09:54.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJa3yDTF5GI/AAAAAAAAASk/SIpQzw0uVAQ/s1600-h/man-sitting-toilet_~15367-18CP-700540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230570087744136290" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJa3yDTF5GI/AAAAAAAAASk/SIpQzw0uVAQ/s320/man-sitting-toilet_~15367-18CP-700540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Image Gone! Just becos of something teletubbie said! He was asking me the contact of the coy in charge of the toilet at the Airport! Okay, perhap he felt that i'm very well informed or resourceful! Credit lah! So when i told him to check on the internet and also trying to find out more what is it that he want? To my surprised! He wanna make a complain lah. He said there is this flexible spray hose fixed inside the toilet but the "head" of the hose was gone. It upset him and so he wanna lodge a complain to make sure they fixed it up again. So being not very intelligent, I ask him why he so concern? And his answer was G.O.O.D! I burst into laughter and I guess people from D31 can hear me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;" Aiyo, you know it's so inconvenient without the spray gun, sometime when we run out of paper, at least can wash mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!( &lt;em&gt;sounds logical&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;You know The other day when i kan jong walk into the cubicle and release myself, moment when it "flow out" i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;realize" OH SH*T" there is no toilet paper! The hose is not working and guess what ( &lt;em&gt;of course i don't wanna guess&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;without cleaning myself i got to rush out to go to the next cubicle and get the paper!&lt;/span&gt; WAHAHAHAHAHA.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( sorry.. i don't mean to laugh so loud, and he even said this is not funny lor, it's real life.. I know, but dear, you don't have to share something so intimate with me and it's so realistic, how to control my laughter) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-4481888114092744473?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/4481888114092744473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=4481888114092744473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4481888114092744473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4481888114092744473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/08/wahaha.html' title='Wahaha'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJa3yDTF5GI/AAAAAAAAASk/SIpQzw0uVAQ/s72-c/man-sitting-toilet_~15367-18CP-700540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3547701486287969141</id><published>2008-08-01T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:07:42.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First time with ebay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJPcoRuAvbI/AAAAAAAAASU/xDtknkuZbm4/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229766176816545202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJPcoRuAvbI/AAAAAAAAASU/xDtknkuZbm4/s320/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DA DA! I'm so happy cos this is the first transaction i've done with E Bay! I'm so happy with the item i've got! It really brightens up my day when i got them from my mail box! So happy! And why did i start buying things from them? All becos of my dear Adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJPco8ZMWgI/AAAAAAAAASc/XN5AkaV9jb8/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229766188271950338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJPco8ZMWgI/AAAAAAAAASc/XN5AkaV9jb8/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adik have got this Seven dwarfs figure from the ebay for me and she start telling me how easy it can be! Of course not forgetting to give credits to Mr Kenya too, he was also one of them who encourage me to try it out. And fyi, he actually bought a CAR from ebay before! A Car, not a toy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-3547701486287969141?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3547701486287969141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3547701486287969141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3547701486287969141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3547701486287969141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-time-with-ebay.html' title='My First time with ebay!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SJPcoRuAvbI/AAAAAAAAASU/xDtknkuZbm4/s72-c/DSC00494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3541354166029601731</id><published>2008-07-31T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:49:14.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Rude Bugger</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;Sometime I wonder if he will get a tight slap from someone? Sometime i wonder if he knows he sounds rude? Sometimes i wonder if he bothers about other's feeling? And today I've reminded him again~~&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;If you can't talk properly, DON'T talk!&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; This rude bugger i'm talking about is our "HEAD Planner~~ Mr Chew! &lt;EM&gt;Bl**dy hell&lt;/EM&gt;, he was so loud when he came down to the office. for God Sake, he must have forgotten that he is asking help from the supply guy, how dare he sound so rude and loud, and worst of all he was damn bloody yahyah! Hey, we all work for the $$,&amp;nbsp;quote what he always said" I'm graded staff only" Then what the hell are you&amp;nbsp;putting on an air! Perhaps it's your habit, you thought by talking that way, you are actually being Friendly? Phew..&amp;nbsp;the person who felt it's friendliness, must be crazy! It's not lor! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; And I thought you are dying yesterday becos of the sore throat? I actually expected you to be on MC today, yet you sounds perfectly alright when you start calling uncle to arrange for a Roast Duck feast? I thought you say you are dying? Bullshit! That's why I'm glad ah cai did the right thing, left you out from our lunch! Serve you right! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; No wander&amp;nbsp;my "Brother AW" was so nasty to you, he just can't stand the way&amp;nbsp;you always act! that's why when it comes to genuine&amp;nbsp;emergency cases, he turn so heartless~~That's what you said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-3541354166029601731?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3541354166029601731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3541354166029601731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3541354166029601731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3541354166029601731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-rude-bugger.html' title='That Rude Bugger'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6529982688543362524</id><published>2008-07-28T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:02:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SI1vIdmzLkI/AAAAAAAAASM/THMebj_uTpY/s1600-h/HumourLaughingKitten-777328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SI1vIdmzLkI/AAAAAAAAASM/THMebj_uTpY/s320/HumourLaughingKitten-777328.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227956933624016450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-6529982688543362524?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6529982688543362524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6529982688543362524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6529982688543362524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6529982688543362524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SI1vIdmzLkI/AAAAAAAAASM/THMebj_uTpY/s72-c/HumourLaughingKitten-777328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-4777437633854194100</id><published>2008-07-23T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:40:48.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 33 Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SIdQlUvZHwI/AAAAAAAAASE/k8st0cARWNw/s1600-h/happy-birthday-g.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226234494739619586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SIdQlUvZHwI/AAAAAAAAASE/k8st0cARWNw/s320/happy-birthday-g.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hahahaha! Happy Birthday to ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To Good Health!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To Happiness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To $$$$&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/12926236-4777437633854194100?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/4777437633854194100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=4777437633854194100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4777437633854194100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4777437633854194100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-33-birthday.html' title='Happy 33 Birthday!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SIdQlUvZHwI/AAAAAAAAASE/k8st0cARWNw/s72-c/happy-birthday-g.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2634111224741772516</id><published>2008-07-23T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:05:11.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns in the Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;A bunch of clowns! First was that teletubbie, he asked if i've bought the **"ELDERSHIELD" sia lah.. I'm only 33 not 43! The Eldershield according to the CPF Board =&amp;nbsp;All Singaporeans and Permanent Residents (PRs) who are CPF members and who reach the age of &lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;U&gt;40&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; are automatically covered under ElderShield unless they opt out of the scheme.&lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w3/pr01/ltr/../emoticons/smile_baringteeth.gif"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Then that piece of tauhu, i really wanna make him into tauhu goreng! I admit i missed out his shift allowance and i've rectified it immediately, he have been repeating 100x about it. And he is telling the whole world about it. Who cares, at least i admitted my mistake. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Then there is this Valentino Yim, he was saying how "hot" he was and how charming he was with his grey hair - Phui! So i told him to look himself into the mirror and reminded him that he JUST CAN'T MAKE IT! hahaha.. He&amp;nbsp;said he is "&lt;STRONG&gt;VERY HURT&lt;/STRONG&gt;" his &lt;STRONG&gt;HEART VERY PAIN&lt;/STRONG&gt;!&lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w3/pr01/ltr/../emoticons/heart_broken.gif"&gt; Guess what, while nobody ask KNS for his comment he said " &lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;SHE IS BEST IN CAUSING PEOPLE HEART PAIN! JUST GET USED TO IT&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;"!&amp;nbsp;Sia lah.. Ya, that's what i'm good at, but &lt;EM&gt;i don't just&amp;nbsp;hurt&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;EM&gt;anybody, at least it must be someone i liked! &lt;/EM&gt;This fellow, a bit out lah. When i complain it's cold outside, he said " &lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;got colder than&amp;nbsp;you &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;&lt;U&gt;meh&lt;/U&gt;?&lt;/FONT&gt;" Sucks.. what the hell is he talking about.. Psycho! shen jin bing! Gila! Xiao! I think he needs help! I don't know what's wrong with him and I don't know when on earth did i offended him and I don't care, I'm ok not talking to him for the last 2 weeks, unless it's work related, perhap this is what he call ~~ Cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2634111224741772516?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2634111224741772516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2634111224741772516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2634111224741772516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2634111224741772516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/clowns-in-circus.html' title='Clowns in the Circus'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2529850850456060137</id><published>2008-07-22T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:09:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Stupid KNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;Sucks! Can you please be professional! So what if I'm not bothered, so what if I don't care. If you think so and feel that &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;I DON'T HAVE TO KNOW&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt; where are you, &lt;I&gt;( of course you don't have to report to me&lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w3/pr01/emoticons/smile_baringteeth.gif"&gt;&lt;/I&gt;) then fine, in future, anybody asked, I'll tell them I &lt;B&gt;DUNNO&lt;/B&gt; where the hell are you. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;Hello, Work is work else I'm really not bother where you hide, I'm like an idiot, calling your office and found out from someone else you are on leave. And best of all my dear colleague called and asked " Hey, you dunno he on leave meh? Ya ya ya .. I dunno, so what! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;I'm so flattered that you can read my mind, at least my&amp;nbsp;facial expression and ice freezing attitude&amp;nbsp;sent&amp;nbsp;the signal to you&amp;nbsp;that &lt;B&gt;� I DON'T CARE&lt;/B&gt;! I din know there's someone out there who knows me &lt;B&gt;SO&lt;/B&gt; &lt;I&gt;bloody&lt;/I&gt; well! Thank you very much! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2529850850456060137?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2529850850456060137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2529850850456060137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2529850850456060137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2529850850456060137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-stupid-kns.html' title='That Stupid KNS'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-8942857314291771162</id><published>2008-07-21T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:15:49.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eight Little Dwarfs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SIQ3pa3R4jI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zx27uAUznio/s1600-h/jdo0103l-749400.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SIQ3pa3R4jI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zx27uAUznio/s320/jdo0103l-749400.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225362652381962802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;I like this! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-8942857314291771162?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/8942857314291771162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=8942857314291771162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8942857314291771162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8942857314291771162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/eight-little-dwarfs.html' title='The Eight Little Dwarfs'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SIQ3pa3R4jI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zx27uAUznio/s72-c/jdo0103l-749400.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-5422747342445443506</id><published>2008-07-17T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T07:01:14.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SH9PeU4jQJI/AAAAAAAAARs/BpBqRqkOOC8/s1600-h/MY+1ST+B%27DAY+GIFT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223981475193634962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SH9PeU4jQJI/AAAAAAAAARs/BpBqRqkOOC8/s200/MY+1ST+B%27DAY+GIFT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got my first B'day gift from my 2 colleagues. It's so sweet of them. They felt that i deserved a nice and comfy cushion for my back! Sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SH9PehTFd8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Y1doJZccX8Q/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223981478526154690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SH9PehTFd8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Y1doJZccX8Q/s200/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My favourite was actually this card written by them. So nice and as usual $$$! Yes they were talking about their salary and OT pay! Hahaha.. They wanna thank me for ensuring them getting their OT payment promptly :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actually, it's my job, I don't want my salary to be delayed too. It's sweet of them and one of them even sacrified his sleeping time to bring me this gift. I really loved the cushion and that's why i explained to them I'm not using it in the office, else it will turn out to be someone's pillow- NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-5422747342445443506?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/5422747342445443506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=5422747342445443506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5422747342445443506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5422747342445443506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-birthday-gift.html' title='My Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SH9PeU4jQJI/AAAAAAAAARs/BpBqRqkOOC8/s72-c/MY+1ST+B%27DAY+GIFT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-49998438428342790</id><published>2008-07-15T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:23:13.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to think highly of yourself!</title><content type='html'>This morning, a new staff from supplies dept reports to work and it turn out to be brother of someone we know. So our groom to be said it's a good idea to get our "own" people to come into the the office to work ( I wonder? You have???). he asked when am i going to leave, if so, he will get his girlfriend here, so they can work together. I was a little pissed, cos this is not the first time he said that, walau, can't wait for me to go is it? KNS! So without a sign of unhappiness, i jokingly asked him, if his Girlfriend can get used to this kind of environment? With all the guys around, guess what~~ He said" Never mind wow, got me can liao" ! I told him straight on his face~~ Don't think too highly of yourself, there's a long way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this man is flooded by his own Semen, all he think about was how to enjoy his first time safely without any protection. He wanna enjoy, but at the same time he don't wanna have babies. Sick fella, My advice to him ~~  Don't think about &lt;strong&gt;sex TOO much. &lt;/strong&gt;The more you picture about it, the more disappointment it will be, especially he always thinks so highly of himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat online and in real-time with friends and family! &lt;a href="http://get.live.com/messenger/overview" target="_new"&gt;Windows Live Messenger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-49998438428342790?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/49998438428342790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=49998438428342790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/49998438428342790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/49998438428342790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-good-to-think-highly-of-yourself.html' title='It&apos;s good to think highly of yourself!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-5439244156549268787</id><published>2008-07-13T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:17:10.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Yummy Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SHqbBkOdphI/AAAAAAAAARk/T9koyh6aBA8/s1600-h/DSC00449-730004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SHqbBkOdphI/AAAAAAAAARk/T9koyh6aBA8/s320/DSC00449-730004.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222657169096025618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;The Mussel cooked with cream~~ *Mucks* Tasty! &lt;BR&gt; The Lamb Shank~ Lamb with Veggie Stews... Yummy Yummy&lt;BR&gt; The Chicken Mushroom with Pasta... Whole chicken leg with tasty mushroom sauce! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The portion for all food was Huge! But we finished all--- 3 of us! Can't imagine the weight we are gonna gain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-5439244156549268787?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/5439244156549268787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=5439244156549268787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5439244156549268787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5439244156549268787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/yummy-yummy-food.html' title='Yummy Yummy Food'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SHqbBkOdphI/AAAAAAAAARk/T9koyh6aBA8/s72-c/DSC00449-730004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-5638915928855055697</id><published>2008-07-13T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:11:05.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SHqZmsvyIeI/AAAAAAAAARU/hvbNZxkhBqE/s1600-h/DSC00442-765750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SHqZmsvyIeI/AAAAAAAAARU/hvbNZxkhBqE/s320/DSC00442-765750.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222655608015167970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SHqZmxDP5kI/AAAAAAAAARc/KskgiEH3jDQ/s1600-h/DSC00445-766672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SHqZmxDP5kI/AAAAAAAAARc/KskgiEH3jDQ/s320/DSC00445-766672.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222655609170552386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; I'm Back! It was really an enjoyable trip! We had fun! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;/U&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; First we went for a full body massage for 2 hours! The Rose Aroma oil was so relaxing and everyone said I Smells good! &lt;BR&gt; After the massage, we went for our dinner at a steak house! Yummy Yummy. &lt;BR&gt; The night don't ends there, we went drinking and can you imagine- plus 4 of Jen's friend we finished up 20 bottles of beer, &lt;BR&gt; 1 bottles of red wine during our supper. And all these ends at 4am~~ Bed Time!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The next morning we went for breakfast then follow by 2 hours of Spa pedicure session. I've got a 3D flower drew on my nails. The we went for our lunch again, follow by 2 hours spend at salon. Due to the bad weather, no shopping but it's also the first time whereby our mood don't seems to be affected by the bad rain. At night, we head to the pub again, this time we have 25 bottles of beer and amazingly we even finished up a bottle of Whisky! Phew.. It's was Awesome! We were so high that we started to sing and laugh like nobody biz. The shop owner were so nice to get some roasted pork for us to go with the beer! Yummy ! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I really enjoyed myself very much! I love this Girl's trip.. really.. We had so much Fun and the drinking session was Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-5638915928855055697?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/5638915928855055697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=5638915928855055697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5638915928855055697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5638915928855055697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-wonderful-trip.html' title='What a wonderful Trip'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SHqZmsvyIeI/AAAAAAAAARU/hvbNZxkhBqE/s72-c/DSC00442-765750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2957890010551201238</id><published>2008-07-10T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:51:29.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Yes! I'm finally going holiday with my best friend, Jen! Destination? HONG KONG! Why Again? &lt;BR&gt; Becos, she managed to get a VERY VERY Good deal from someone and we are taking SQ! Yes! &lt;BR&gt; As for Accommodation - FREE! We will&amp;nbsp;be staying at her&amp;nbsp;cousin's place since she is back in S'pore for&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; a meeting! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Initial plan is real budget~~ Malaysia! I really dunno why the sudden change of plan? Maybe she &lt;BR&gt; strike 4D? I dunno.. But still the spending will be higher there so i dare not ask her to pay for everything.&lt;BR&gt; I think something fishy too.. she don't sound right? You know she even say when we come back, if my &lt;BR&gt; hubby picking me up, then send her home as well, else she will take a bus???? Something wrong, she have&lt;BR&gt; never been Soooo independent before? I guess there might be a tiff somewhere with her hubby. Anyway, I &lt;BR&gt; hope our trip won't be affected lah! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Hong Kong! Here I come A.G.A.I.N...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2957890010551201238?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2957890010551201238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2957890010551201238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2957890010551201238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2957890010551201238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-birthday-trip.html' title='My Birthday Trip'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-5486261189420680067</id><published>2008-07-05T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:40:03.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apart from the unhappiness, I really wanna congrats Suhaimi and Gien. yes, after so many years, finally got them to buy us lunch! It's a norm things here in the office, if you are promoted, you will buy the rest makan. Happy for Mi, since he should get it last year, but due to so many "accident" involving his big name, he missed the boat. And not forgetting Gien, He really well deserved this promotion. Like I've told Manfred, Gien is a very good man, he is the most hardworking guy in the office, am happy at least his effort is paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi wanted so much to thanks his wife for praying for him everyday, but as there is no letter yet, he dare not release the news to her. Ya lah, better don't sekali like last round, they missed out our list of name. So i told him, wait till he see the letter, better lah. as for Gien, can see the happiness in him, but he is one who is very shy and hence he really made it very low profile. Oh ya, this 2 is confirmed, but also Taofu, I think he is in the list, sigh.. what will others think? My Lup missed the boat again... I think so.. sigh.. i thought he will get it since he told me old man have hinted to him about giving him this year, since it's been many years he last got his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, still very happy for them, and yes, my dear friend Jacques, finally called and apologised. The lunch is bullshit.. how can he have lunch with me when he is at bangkok.... But still, this time round, i won't fogive him so easily.. though he said I'm always kind to him. Not this time!&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/12926236-5486261189420680067?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/5486261189420680067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=5486261189420680067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5486261189420680067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5486261189420680067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/congrats.html' title='Congrats'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-854498658783553327</id><published>2008-07-03T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:07:50.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I doubt I'll get a sorry from someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Again... disappointment again&lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w3/pr01/ltr/../emoticons/smile_sad.gif"&gt;... And again... I don't think i'll get a word of apology from HIM. Sucks... &lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w3/pr01/ltr/../emoticons/smile_angry.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What's the point of trying to make up by lunch, it's not enough and I can afford my own lunch. Perhaps &lt;STRONG&gt;Sorry is really a&lt;U&gt; BIG&lt;/U&gt; word &lt;/STRONG&gt;for a BIG Guy. What to expect? Nothing from you i guess. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; It's like sitting in a Roller Coaster, A minute ago cool and calm, the next, high up the sky, falling.. Sucks! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-854498658783553327?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/854498658783553327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=854498658783553327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/854498658783553327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/854498658783553327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-doubt-ill-get-sorry-from-someone.html' title='I doubt I&apos;ll get a sorry from someone'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1829084731990000616</id><published>2008-07-02T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:00:38.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man and Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; Put myself in the other woman's shoe, I think if I know the truth, I'll be really angry! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Men usually expect us to be understanding, don't probe&amp;nbsp;their whereabouts, don't ask what time he will be back, don't ask about whom he is going out with. But then, if we as a woman don't go home and cook after work, people will start saying we are not a responsible, loving wife. We &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;MUST NOT&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt; neglect our family and we mustn't starve our husband after a day of hard work. It's okay for them to call home last minute to cancel our dinner due to some so-called entertainment. But it's like a death penalty if we were to call them last minute to inform that NOT cooking today. It's so &lt;EM&gt;bl**dy&lt;/EM&gt; unfair! &lt;BR&gt; Last evening, after knowing I'll be alone at home, not cooking, someone suggested to have dinner together. Before I even try to call and confirmed that I'm not needed at home, he start calling his in-law to inform them he won't be back for dinner. Then he started calling his wife telling her, he won't be home for dinner and he will be late! That's all, no reason given. I guess being a wife we tends to ask question like, what time is late? How are you going to settle your dinner? Busy at work? Where are you going after.. etc.. but the answer he gave was, I'll eat outside and don't know what time. &lt;BR&gt; Anyway, not feeling very comfortable since there is a little hoo-ha when I walk out of the office with him, I know he is kind enough to wait till I knocked off and telling old man ( he is not going) on the way transit to my place, still not so nice. We had dinner near NE side, something which he had tried but it's the first time I went to that place, it's so stressful, since there's a VIP from the coy staying nearby. Anyway, after dinner he sent me home and went to fetch his family. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1829084731990000616?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1829084731990000616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1829084731990000616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1829084731990000616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1829084731990000616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-and-woman.html' title='Man and Woman'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3369352771468650110</id><published>2008-06-26T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:08:44.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why aren't we dating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;Well, Finally I&amp;nbsp;recalled who's&amp;nbsp;that bugger who hums the song to me - - - Mr FC!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I dreamt of the time when&amp;nbsp;he hums that song lah,the&amp;nbsp;time and venue was&amp;nbsp;so clear in the dream.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Must be thinking too much that's why. I dreamt of that time when he came back from Phuket after he went to identify&amp;nbsp;body of Kim. We were at the&amp;nbsp;Kopitiam with uncle and he whisper to me " did you miss me"" I missed you"&amp;nbsp;Oh.. Sucks... &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I dreamt of the time when we&amp;nbsp;took a train&amp;nbsp;to orchard and&amp;nbsp;that was the first time&amp;nbsp;he took a train and went shopping with a woman. Usually he will&amp;nbsp;send his GF or woman to orchard and he spend his time at Borders to wait for them. Not&amp;nbsp;forgetting have KFC at Junction 8, searching for his favorite&amp;nbsp;Stephen Chow&amp;nbsp;VCDs.&amp;nbsp;I also dreamt of the time when he hurts his back and i spend my time peeling the chectnut for him, bringing him for therapy. Those days when we always go into the 7-11 to buy our favorite sweets and teasing the cashier there. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sigh... those were the days. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Today,&amp;nbsp;happened to chat with the cleaner who knows uncle, we were talking about the cars uncle loved and the topic suddenly side track to his son, Mr FC. Aunty really caught me in surprise, she asked" hey, you so close with the family, why didn't you and his son pak toh?" Arrg... No lah, all these while we&amp;nbsp;were just friends.. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Nothing but JUST FRIENDS&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;... Whatever mushy mushy things said&amp;nbsp;were just for Fun, no special&amp;nbsp;F.E.E.L.I.N.G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-3369352771468650110?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3369352771468650110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3369352771468650110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3369352771468650110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3369352771468650110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-arent-we-dating.html' title='Why aren&apos;t we dating?'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3002069271410717412</id><published>2008-06-25T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:40:30.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;Suddenly I just cannot recall who's the man who has sang that song to me before. The song which that stupid stone murmured just now during lunch. The moment i heard that, it's struck me like thunder &amp;amp; lightning! No joke.. someone's face came into my mind,&amp;nbsp;of course-&amp;nbsp;NOT him.. for sure. From lunch till now, about an hour has passed, I still cannot recall.. perhaps the answer is there, but it's just me.. refused to accept the truth. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Forget it! Today is a beautiful day, a day when i'm showered with lots of love ( Mr boxer said that) Reason being- &lt;BR&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Mr boxer actually told me yesterday not to bring my bread today, he wanna buy me breakfast. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Mr Kuwait ( a guy temp attached here from states) brought breakfast and fruit, aiya, not specially for me lah, but he offered. &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Then before i even settle myself down, Donald presented me with&amp;nbsp;Authentic Thai mango Sticky Rice and Tom Yum&amp;nbsp;Soup &lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w2/ltr/../emoticons/smile_tongue.gif"&gt;! Yummy Yummy.. But i felt bad cos Kuan&amp;nbsp;cook it&amp;nbsp;at 2am! &lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w2/ltr/../emoticons/smile_embaressed.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just becos I told them it's tasty and I loved it so much the last time&amp;nbsp;she cooked for me. &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Then John bought me Coffee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; I'm looking forward&amp;nbsp;to tmrw, My Lup Lup will be on day shift, I've&amp;nbsp;got a date with My breakfast buddy as well as i get to see my BF and last but not least.. TGIF! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-3002069271410717412?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3002069271410717412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3002069271410717412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3002069271410717412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3002069271410717412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/06/memory-lost.html' title='Memory Lost'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-8020601457061497028</id><published>2008-06-19T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:47:50.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kungfu Panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SFsMRiX_sdI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ugi8VklHJq4/s1600-h/kungfupanda-770333.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SFsMRiX_sdI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ugi8VklHJq4/s320/kungfupanda-770333.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213774489036239314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I went to watch Kungfu panda yesterday with my 2 nephews. It's a nice comedy and lots of meaningful quotes can be found in the show. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Po the Panda is so cute and he reminds me of Uncle Dennis! His happy expression and his sad look was so cute.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; I like the part when the Oogway Master&amp;nbsp;utters thoughtfully that &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face="" size=4&gt;"&lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present&lt;/FONT&gt;."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Also, &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;a peach seed could be nurtured into a peach tree, that a peach seed will transform into nothing but a peach tree&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;EM&gt;There is no secret ingredient that makes one the mightiest warrior - other than honest confidence and righteousness - which would be aligned with the truth&lt;/EM&gt;.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;Tomorrow will Be better&lt;/FONT&gt;~~ &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" color=#333399&gt;erica&lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.mail.live.com/mail/w1/emoticons/smile_wink.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Always-on security tools provide safer ways to connect and share anywhere. Find out more. &lt;a href='http://get.live.com/familysafety/overview' target='_new'&gt;Windows Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-8020601457061497028?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/8020601457061497028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=8020601457061497028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8020601457061497028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8020601457061497028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/06/kungfu-panda.html' title='Kungfu Panda'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SFsMRiX_sdI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ugi8VklHJq4/s72-c/kungfupanda-770333.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-5985458534461585439</id><published>2008-06-10T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:52:10.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello- Mr Goh speaking to Mrs Goh Please..</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;While I was busying sourcing for my air ticket this morning, I got a call ( in fact whole morning the phone just keep ringing)&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;Me : Hello... &lt;EM&gt;( as usual.. the want-to-die tone)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Caller : Way~~ This is Mr Goh~~ looking for Mrs Goh~~&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;Me: HUH? &lt;EM&gt;(&amp;nbsp;I know who.. My boss)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Caller : Way~~&amp;nbsp;I thought&amp;nbsp;you are Mrs Goh wow.. why like sound so shocked or stunned like that ah?&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;Me : Ya.. I am. What's up?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt; Caller : Oh.. I just want to ask you&amp;nbsp;hor.. the number for Ling Cai.. &lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;Me : Ha. &lt;EM&gt;( the moment i heard his name it reminds&amp;nbsp;me of the woman he likes.. many years back, and of course &lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;HIS LOOK&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;) &lt;/EM&gt;Oh.. it's. xxxxxxxx&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Caller : Thank you~~ oh ya, tonight 7pm hor&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;Me :&amp;nbsp;Huh? I thought I told you i'm not going tonight? I'll be going on the 12/6&amp;nbsp;and maybe not going.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Caller : Oh ya~~ hey.. why not going, your BF going wow, purposely place both of you together one leh.. heeeeee&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff00ff&gt;Me : aiya, I very busy now lah.. Bye! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; See.. that joker! Oh yes, &amp;lt;~~~&amp;gt; means he try to act cute! I think he is suffering from&amp;nbsp;Alzheimer's disease, din know it's strike him young! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-5985458534461585439?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/5985458534461585439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=5985458534461585439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5985458534461585439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5985458534461585439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-mr-goh-speaking-to-mrs-goh-please.html' title='Hello- Mr Goh speaking to Mrs Goh Please..'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2598767773497018030</id><published>2008-06-10T01:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:40:03.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So pissed off</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Last week my friend Teresa called, asking me to standby myself to go with her to HK on 12/6. Fine for me though i've said before NO WAY am i going back to HK, but this is a different case, the trip will be paid for. Good deal right? All becos of her director hubby, last minute meeting on the same day, can't cancel the meeting so she have to sacrifice herself. All this drag till this morning, she called the agent, trying to ask if we can change the name on the ticket - NO NO, never mind, we anticipated it, so we say i'll get a ticket and fly with her, but as demand of the ticket is so high, we thought arrangement could be made by&amp;nbsp;replacing me for her husband's seat, NO lah.. that stupid Five Star Tour Agency say cannot!&amp;nbsp;@#$%&amp;nbsp;It's ok, i'll try to find myself a ticket, bloody hell! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;This is not the end, just when i was sourcing for my ticket with the help from my boss and Mrs Soong, my friend received a sms from them, saying that her ticket is a special ticket, it's&amp;nbsp;a 2 to go ticket, so DIE DIE the husband must travel with her, or else she won't be able to fly out, even though we are prepared to throw the&amp;nbsp;S$900/- ticket of her hubby into the dustbin of T1 on that very day. What the hell! Since day one the agent din mentioned anything about 2&amp;nbsp;to go, and even&amp;nbsp;ridiculous, last week, the lady still can tell her to cancel one ticket and buy a new ticket for me, just 3 days, the statement changed! WORST, now she can't even fly out and that means&amp;nbsp;she will have to waste the S$1800/-.&amp;nbsp;When we asked the lady to put herself in our shoe, it's is the right way to waste money, even&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT face=""&gt;though we can afford, they can't just pus the blame to " colleague forget to inform" hey hello, why don't you forget to collect payment from&amp;nbsp;us? Best of all, I supposed all&amp;nbsp;of them working there are very highly paid, they feel nothing about our loss lah.. she can even suggest, we get another ticket for my friend, and fly out, at least when we are there, we can stay at the hotel. If we postponed, the hotel will charge, if&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;forgo the whole thing, we lost&amp;nbsp;S$1800/-. But we will be fool if we tell&amp;nbsp;people we spend total= &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;$2900&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; (&lt;EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;1800&lt;/U&gt; their initial package+ &lt;U&gt;550&lt;/U&gt; new ticket for my frd+ &lt;U&gt;550&lt;/U&gt; my ticket&lt;/EM&gt;)&amp;nbsp;for 2pax 4D3N at HK! We'll be laugh at, it's so &lt;FONT face=""&gt;malu&lt;/FONT&gt;,&amp;nbsp;it's not as if this is our first time going holiday, but it's definitely my first time to liaise with a company&amp;nbsp;like this, we are very sure this is the last time! To think last week we even went down personally to check with them, nobody told us 2 must fly together, nobody told us cannot cancel one ticket and hello, we din even ask for any refund or what.&amp;nbsp;Waht happened -&amp;nbsp;if we didn't call up again and check with them today, both of us will be happily dragging our luggage on thursday to check in and realized that she can't fly and i'll have no hotel to stay even if i was to fly to HK myself! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;So all we can pray hard is the meeting&amp;nbsp;cancel and they can go there happily. But i doubt they will enjoy, already having cold war becos of the last minute cancel, and now with all this hooha, you think they will enjoy? I guess another "pride and ego"&amp;nbsp;behavior&amp;nbsp;will appear, I'm sure her husband will say -&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;FORGET IT.. don't go lor!&lt;/STRONG&gt; Kena sai.. better take the money and donate to the earth quake victim then benefit the stupid travel agency. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;My colleague who just came back from&amp;nbsp;Pattaya too joined that agency and&amp;nbsp;comment~~ sucks &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;FONT face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Anyway... there goes my weekend break! &lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w2/ltr/../emoticons/smile_confused.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2598767773497018030?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2598767773497018030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2598767773497018030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2598767773497018030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2598767773497018030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-pissed-off.html' title='So pissed off'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2059426782588201682</id><published>2008-06-03T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:49:36.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Feeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SEYs8OZCSgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2sBlnWyTmUg/s1600-h/images-776217.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SEYs8OZCSgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2sBlnWyTmUg/s320/images-776217.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207899432267434498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; I came across a report on a man in segamat, m'sia was wanted by the police because he is involved in a molest case last week which happened at his house. The story goes : &lt;BR&gt; Being a landlord, he rented out one of his room to a couple who just gave birth to a baby. That fateful day, he saw his tenant who was breastfeeding the baby in their room - dozed off. I wonder if it's out of curiousity or he is really hungry.. he went into the room, and start sucking the breast of the lady. It's ridiculous right? How can he just do such thing? Is it because he is REALLY THAT hungry or it's simply so irrisistable? My fellow colleagues shared their point of views-&lt;BR&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Teletubbie said " Maybe the breast is so beautiful that he can't resist?&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Ah cai say " he must be really hungry- but I thought molest = using of hand? He use his mouth wow.. so not molest lah" &lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w2/ltr/../emoticons/smile_cry.gif"&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Chan said " can eat don't waste mah! &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Mark said " he misses his mum so much… those were the days" &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;ME " so hungry meh.. stupid wow.. once he start sucking, sure that woman can sense it wow, sure kena.. see lah, now got to run away and I'm sure people just can't stop laughing at him! &lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w2/ltr/../emoticons/smile_teeth.gif"&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;ALL OF THEM&lt;/STRONG&gt; " you are wrong, at least being adult, we know how to control our strength so &lt;U&gt;NOT&lt;/U&gt; &lt;U&gt;PAINFUL&lt;/U&gt;.. it's the baby who causes the pain since they do not know how to control while sucking!"&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Ah Cai � but then he have to make sure that he don't use his teeth! Got teeth sure can feel! &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; Walaueh all these men…&lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w2/ltr/../emoticons/smile_baringteeth.gif"&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2059426782588201682?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2059426782588201682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2059426782588201682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2059426782588201682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2059426782588201682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/06/breast-feeding.html' title='Breast Feeding'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SEYs8OZCSgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2sBlnWyTmUg/s72-c/images-776217.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1874014052465302030</id><published>2008-05-28T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:01:01.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Marriage = No sex, NO New House</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="" size=2&gt;I don't understand? Getting Married should be something happy right? Regardless if you have a Grand wedding or just a simple ROM. You are going to be married to the man/woman you love, so it should be a joyous event right? &lt;BR&gt;Sigh.. But then I REALLY don't see the happiness in my friend! He is pulling a long face and it seems to be that he is going to be hang soon! But then again, for all we know, he is the one who can't wait for the day to come. Or to be precise, he is waiting for the BIG Night! As they were believers of ( NO MARRIAGE = NO NEW HOUSE &amp;amp; NO SEX) but then he is dying to have his VERY OWN AND NEW HOUSE as well as SEX so much hence he can't wait to sign the paper! But is he going to be happy? I doubt so! It's a mistake since day 1. Marriage is for Life, it's not the masah masah thing which we used to play when we were young. I know it's so common for people to get married and divorced, but I truly believed If I wanna get married, I will not Divorce. Why go through all the hassel and trouble people around you, and yet go separate ways! Might as well use the money to help people who needs it or best still, give it to your parent who brought you up, who clean your sh*t when you are a baby! As for SEX � What s difficult, Young and single man can go Geylang and have fast food then ( Sorry, I don't really encourage this, but then.. so many people are doing that isn't it?). And for God sake, one can buy a house when you are 35! If you really need a BRAND NEW HOUSE, then have the money, buy a piece of land, you can have it as big as you want, as new as you want! Money makes wonder lah! And of course, with $$ you can get basically any girl you want! One who will not complain about the class of the venue where the dinner will be held, one who will not chase you out of the house when both of you argue, one who will not tell you straight on the face she don't like your gift! hahahaha.. so funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1874014052465302030?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1874014052465302030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1874014052465302030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1874014052465302030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1874014052465302030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-marriage-no-sex-no-new-house.html' title='No Marriage = No sex, NO New House'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-4743472759929828523</id><published>2008-05-28T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:59:21.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet little nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;I went to pick up Eugene from school last evening and went to his place. it was so sweet of him ( he is always an angel &lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w2/emoticons/smile_wink.gif"&gt;) to give me 2 packets of choco and 2 packet of MAMEE noodle. He said " ah yee, this choc is a big one, not small one and this noodle is not the maggie noodle, you cannot cook you know? Don't need to cook". When i told him I have some tibits at home, he can have it back, he insist i accept his offer and I am SUPPOSED to share it with his uncle. &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;We had dinner together and when asked what drinks he want ( always root beer) he said hot tea becos the weather was cold so must take hot drink to make himself warm &lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w2/emoticons/smile_tongue.gif"&gt;. Hahaha.. No way man.. I'm sure he will change his mind very soon. Then when we were about to order from the aunty, he changed his mind to iced Milo instead. After dinner, we went NTUC to get something for him and proceed to get the car. &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;While we were about to leave, he give me a kiss( as usual; my sis was so jealous) and reminded me AGAIN " ah yee, remember ah.. the noodle cannot cook ok"! HAHAHAHA.. when i eat the noodle, he is not even born yet, and then now&amp;nbsp;i was repeatedly reminded by him.. so funny.. but it make my day! &lt;IMG src="http://gfx2.hotmail.com/mail/w2/emoticons/smile_teeth.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-4743472759929828523?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/4743472759929828523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=4743472759929828523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4743472759929828523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4743472759929828523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sweet-little-nephew.html' title='My Sweet little nephew'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-7129077806256103034</id><published>2008-05-23T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T04:21:01.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From friends to Lover~Wow! How nice!</title><content type='html'>Moving from friends to lovers with a man is not always easy. It can actually be very frustrating for some. It is not always easy to make this transition happen in most instances. In fact, it can make or break a relationship if we are not careful and does not do all the right things to make sure that it is moving in the right direction.Do not expect too much. You should not think that everything is going to go smoothly and that you are both going to be in this great relationship together. You need to be realistic. Think about positive things and hopefully they will go that way but always prepare you for the worst possible scene. You should be aware that it might not go as you have planned, but at least your feelings are out in the open.Let him knows that if he feels the same way great, but if not, you still want to have them in your life. It is so important that you are not pushing them out of your life if things do go as you expect. Be patient and considerate of their feelings and you may be surprised at the happy ending that you get. It may be worth the time and all the anxiety that led up to this one perfect moment between you both. Not everyone is as lucky as you to be able to turn friendship into relationship. Treasure it.. Come to think about it, It's so sweet... First you get to meet someone, whom you don't really like him, then as time goes by, both of you became friends.. just friend. Years gone by, you became blossom friend with him and you laugh when he is happy, you frowned when he is sad, that's when you know, the seed of friendship have grown to be Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, my dear friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-7129077806256103034?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/7129077806256103034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=7129077806256103034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7129077806256103034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7129077806256103034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-friends-to-loverwow-how-nice.html' title='From friends to Lover~Wow! How nice!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-202434701713886926</id><published>2008-05-17T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T05:03:02.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Judge a Book by It's covers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was really very disappointed this afternoon after i sent out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; and received a reply from someone. It's not any love letter, but just an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; to my friends and relatives, asking if they are keen to help by donating to the China Earthquake victims. This is not the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing all these, i did that during the last Tsunami. I should say there are many kind soul out there who is willing to help, regardless of amount. I don't ask people to give more, even if you are giving $1, it's help too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reply I got from that Groom-to-be was cold.. very cold i should say, His reply " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". @#$%^ I would rather he don't reply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;.. To him, it's man's pride that he hates to negotiate with the club where he is going to hold his wedding, He would rather pay more than to negotiate, cause that will make him lose his face! Come on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, it's not as if you have a Brad Pitt face or Andy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lau's&lt;/span&gt; face.. just a common face where you can get it ANYWHERE. He don't look like one idiot who is so &lt;strong&gt;uncompassionate&lt;/strong&gt;, yet he is behaving this way.. Okay, maybe his wedding is more important than anyone. I know donation is voluntarily and i'm not forcing anyone, but don't reply that way, i'll rather you tell me you have donated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't want&lt;/span&gt;!~ ~~ this word have never been so strong and harsh before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm not losing hope because of an idiot, the response from my friends were pretty good, from $10 to $100, even my little nephews are coming out with $10/- he would rather forgo his Ben Ten watch.. so sweet of him! So I shall consolidate the money and go down to the china embassy or just Bank of china who is the authourised collection centre to give the money. Will get the receipt so that people who donated, know that the money is in good hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAY NOT BE RICH, I MAYBE IN NEEDS OF MONEY, BUT I WILL NOT MAKE USE OF OTHERS TO GET THIS MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have just do it by myself, bring down the money, even if it's just $10, but i thought since i'm going, why not get more and bring it down for the rest too. Let's do something meaningful, let's just forgo an expensive lunch and help the needy.&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/12926236-202434701713886926?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/202434701713886926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=202434701713886926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/202434701713886926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/202434701713886926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/05/never-judge-book-by-its-covers.html' title='Never Judge a Book by It&apos;s covers'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2826386214744553998</id><published>2008-05-17T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:22:00.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>I Love these quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just because you know someone doesn't mean you love them, and just because you don't know people doesn't mean you can't love them. You can fall in love with a complete stranger in a heartbeat, if God planned that route for you. So open your heart to strangers more often. You never know when God will throw that pass at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy with someone else, but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In our desire to find love, we hurt people.. in our desire to keep it, we hurt ourselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2826386214744553998?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2826386214744553998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2826386214744553998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2826386214744553998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2826386214744553998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-these-quotes.html' title='I Love these quotes'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1729059426621692656</id><published>2008-05-16T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T04:25:00.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss you when something really good happens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you are the one I want to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when something is troubling me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you are the one who understands me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when I laugh and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i know that you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all the time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I miss you most when i lay awake at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those were some of the best times of my life&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1729059426621692656?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1729059426621692656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1729059426621692656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1729059426621692656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1729059426621692656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-you.html' title='For you.'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-7397955564164981056</id><published>2008-05-15T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T05:03:37.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mr Saint~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We live in denial of what we do, even what we think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We do this because we're afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We fear we will not find love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and when we find it we fear we'll lose it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We fear that if we do not have love we will be unhappy.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wow.. It's so meaningful and I would really like to dedicate to my dear colleague! Yes! don't live in denial! But then.. it's too late already to stop anything since both of you are looking forward to your wedding which is coming pretty soon... hmmm... hey.. sala.. i should say the "sweet" First time! hahaha...Safety first :&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-7397955564164981056?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/7397955564164981056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=7397955564164981056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7397955564164981056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/7397955564164981056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-mr-saint.html' title='For Mr Saint~~~'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-8567370630171903515</id><published>2008-05-14T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:33:39.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder Tea Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SCr24Uxcf7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/i8YQizn4a0k/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200240167261863858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SCr24Uxcf7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/i8YQizn4a0k/s200/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be wondering what kind of Salad is this right? Must be wondering what the h*ell makes me turn Vegetarian or switching to a "healthier" diet right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ermmmm&lt;/span&gt;... I don't expect to eat that box of grass and leave and nuts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taukwa&lt;/span&gt;, and ya not forgetting the healthy "organic" Brown rice! Unbelievable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing to you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SCr2p0xcf5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/1E1jgXLo5IM/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200239918153760658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SCr2p0xcf5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/1E1jgXLo5IM/s200/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hakka Thunder Tea Rice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What is this? let me explain! &lt;strong&gt;The Benefits Of Thunder Tea Rice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Tea:&lt;/strong&gt; Powerful anti-oxidant, helps to lower cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basil &amp;amp; Mint&lt;/strong&gt;: Anti-stress, for cooling &amp;amp; calming effect, aids relaxation, relieve colds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuliksum&lt;/strong&gt;: Remove body toxins and fluid wastes, strengthen immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese Parsley &amp;amp; Coriander&lt;/strong&gt;: Ease digestion &amp;amp; gastric, combat flu &amp;amp; headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ginger &amp;amp; Ngal&lt;/strong&gt;: Expel body winds &amp;amp; gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sesame:&lt;/strong&gt; Maintain youth &amp;amp; enhance beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Groundnuts:&lt;/strong&gt; High in protein, good for stein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all herbs &amp;amp; veg., high in fibre, rich in vitamins &amp;amp; herbs provide medicinal value. It has excellent physical &amp;amp; pharmacological value. Frequent consumption of this rice promotes good health. &lt;strong&gt;Physical value:&lt;/strong&gt; Enhance slimming &amp;amp; body detoxification. &lt;strong&gt;Pharmacological value:&lt;/strong&gt; Fatigue prevention, vitality promotion, physical improvement, improves body functions, ease digestion, ease chronic bronchitis, prevent hypertension &amp;amp; hardening of arteries, effective for chronic rheumatic and arthritic, inhibiting cancer cell growth, helps treat diabetes, enhance relaxation &amp;amp; improves good sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;See.. I really must THANK him! Thank you so much for buying it for me.. though.. I really not very interested when i open up the box.. but never mind, you shall make it up during our dinner tonight! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-8567370630171903515?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/8567370630171903515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=8567370630171903515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8567370630171903515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/8567370630171903515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/05/thunder-tea-rice.html' title='Thunder Tea Rice'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SCr24Uxcf7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/i8YQizn4a0k/s72-c/DSC00339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-4240988694493125842</id><published>2008-05-12T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:44:12.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a While..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BUSY Busy Busy Busy.. Very Busy.. lots of happening in my life! For the whole of last month, especially 2nd half of the month, So busy.. Then comes May, I thought things will be better, No lah.. As busy, busy with helping other people, busy with my home, busy busy busy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Forget about the unhappiness, forget about the funeral, it's over, and it's time we all move on. It's times like that which make us see through others, and we matured with the help of all these people. Thanks but No thanks! I had enough, and It's more than what i can take, so forgive me if i can't remain cool and calm. I can't stand the sight of Adults who is so irresponsible. Where were you when we need advice? Where are you when we need someone to talk to. And also, just when we needed the $$ most, brainless adult like you can open your mouth for a loan, not $100/- but 10K! You think we have nowhere else better to spend our $. So ugly of you! So shameless! Anyway, thanks for showing your true colours, Aunties! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okay, talk about some happy things. Someone just made my day .. in fact it happened last week, can't reveal much, but it's sweet of him, I just can't stop "smiling" after i heard him saying &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he ONLY did something for ME.. Just me..&lt;/span&gt; walau.. pai seh sia.. whether it's true or not, whether it happen or again another "false" hope, It's alright, it doesn't matter to me lor.. That VERY Moment brightened up my days, and made my colleague wonder" Hey cha bor.. what's wrong with you lah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-4240988694493125842?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/4240988694493125842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=4240988694493125842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4240988694493125842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4240988694493125842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a While..'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-5388083498464339002</id><published>2008-05-12T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:25:50.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Friends To Lovers</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel sad and sometimes I feel blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whenever I see you, I'm as happy as can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you bring a smile upon my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a feeling of joy within my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're like my sunshine in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my stars that glow at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're like the waves in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cool breeze in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the call of the birds in the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the sounds of beauty in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see all of these things are of beauty and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how I feel whenever you are near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for it was the passion and desire from both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that opened up the world for our eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for our love of each other will grow and grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our needs and desires will be more everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a friend you once were and will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has turned into love as it should have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I want you to know as a friend and lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that in my heart and arms you'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for our love for each other will never fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Joe Vieira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: For you Agnes &amp;amp; James with Love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-5388083498464339002?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/5388083498464339002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=5388083498464339002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5388083498464339002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5388083498464339002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-friends-to-lovers.html' title='From Friends To Lovers'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-5308591603946081008</id><published>2008-04-03T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:39:32.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Have you ever been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Horrible isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It makes you so vulnerable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It opens your chest and it opens up your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You build up all these defenses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; you build up a whole suit of armor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; so that nothing can hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; wanders into your stupid life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You give them a piece of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They didn't ask for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They did something dumb one day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like kiss you or smile at you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then your life isn't your own anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; It hurts. Not just in the imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not just in the mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I hate love.”&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;em&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-5308591603946081008?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/5308591603946081008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=5308591603946081008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5308591603946081008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/5308591603946081008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-love.html' title='In love'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1492219117400328454</id><published>2008-03-14T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:35:30.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai , Suzhou , Hong Kong and Macau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be going for my Rest &amp;amp; Relax Holiday! It's been a year since i came back from Taipei and I'm really looking forward to this trip, Reason... I'll be going with 2 VERY important men in my life - My Hubby &amp;amp; Nephew. Oh ya, I'll be bringing my mum and dad too..hmm.. I mean their picture lah, cos it's always my dream to bring them oversea, esp China since i have an uncle there, but then too bad.. this dream can never be fulfilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I need to thank people around me to make this trip a success one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My bosses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Thanks for the bonus hahaha.. and all the info on what to do &amp;amp; eat, as well as all the nagging ( i know you care lah though i tends to act as if i'm not interested... i kay kay only lah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Liu &amp;amp; Mark&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;who have given me lots of info and mark was so nice, he even ask if i need any contact in HK, in case if i'm lost! hahaha.. Liu was sweet, he offer to put me up at his place, but it's not nice to trouble his in law there, hence i turn down the offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The 4 Planners&lt;/span&gt;, since I'll be away, I've planned some job for them, so thank you lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The guys in the office&lt;/span&gt;, they have been helping me to source for hotel, even to the extent to call their friend from HK to get me a place to sleep andgetting me travel guides on Macau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And don't know who - sponsored Macau $1, who knows, i might kena the jackpot with this dollar. ( fat hope lah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1492219117400328454?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1492219117400328454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1492219117400328454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1492219117400328454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1492219117400328454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/03/shanghai-suzhou-hong-kong-and-macau.html' title='Shanghai , Suzhou , Hong Kong and Macau'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3764630017793004203</id><published>2008-03-08T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T03:51:05.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a lousy ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I thought I will be alright.. I thought I'll be okay after so many years.. I thought i'll be strong. But in fact.. I'm damn bloody lousy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This morning went to Bedok Reservoir to pick my sister up ( she visit her old neighbour). The moment I turn into the carpark, I started to shiver.. The scene which happened 9 years ago struck me! I just couldn't make myself stop at the block. I guess my sis is very much stronger than me, she can actually go up to the place where she once lived before the accident happened. The feeling sucks.. I realised that I just couldn't control my tears. Phew.. I really tried.. but I can't. In order not to affect my sis, I have to be strong, yet.. My *stupid* hubby actually asked me if I will ever buy a flat opposite that block! NO WAY, over my dead body! I know he don't mean to rub it in.... but sometime man are real insensitive animal.. I don't blame him lah.. just &gt;!!&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigh... really spoiled my day..   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-3764630017793004203?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3764630017793004203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3764630017793004203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3764630017793004203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3764630017793004203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-lousy-me.html' title='What a lousy ME'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-1390580067252172971</id><published>2008-03-06T23:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:32:41.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many time must i tell you  -  BE YOURSELF</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me can&lt;strong&gt; "A MAN and WOMAN can be just friends"&lt;/strong&gt;. This topic have been round and round and seems like no one can give the perfect answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For singles&lt;/strong&gt;, we &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; have the worries of gossiped by others, the most people will mistaken that we are couples  -  but &lt;em&gt;SO WHAT&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For married man/woman&lt;/strong&gt;, people will start to gossip if we are close with the opposite sex. They will start to speculate that something fishy must be going on and they will start to comment that we shouldn’t have &lt;strong&gt;CLOSE&lt;/strong&gt; friend of the opposite since we are &lt;strong&gt;MARRIED&lt;/strong&gt;. I don’t agree with that, although we are Married that doesn’t mean we can’t have friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For one who is single but having a married close friend&lt;/strong&gt;,  problem again.. those childish people will say " &lt;em&gt;either party &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; have an Ulterior motive&lt;/em&gt;".. sigh.. it’s never ending.. why think so much? It’s fate that brought us together, so why bother what others said and lost a friend. Why bother how others look at us. Most importantly we know that there is nothing else beside friendship and we are comfortable with one another. Perhap it’s gonna be a bit uneasy initially, but as long as people got to know us long enough and we are able to &lt;strong&gt;STAND&lt;/strong&gt; firm, the rumour will soon fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a close friend with many of my husband’s friends and they are comfortable with me and my husband is alright for me to go out with my guy friends -  it’s all TRUST. Somehow or rather I always believe that it is good to have male friends and I have &lt;strong&gt;MANY&lt;/strong&gt;, more than woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a married man and a married woman be just friends? Yes, if their ultimate goal is to remain just friends and they work hard to keep it that way . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" just Friends - As in "only" friends. No sex, no lust, no passion, no secret dreams and desires: just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. my dear friend, why you worried what others feel about us.. remember we are more than Friends, ( hahaha.. we are good friends)  we still have to face one another for many years..  so don’t worry what others look at us and just be comfortable, why bother to hide our friendship when others are around.. &lt;strong&gt;BE YOURSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-1390580067252172971?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1390580067252172971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=1390580067252172971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1390580067252172971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/1390580067252172971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-many-time-must-i-tell-you-be.html' title='How many time must i tell you  -  BE YOURSELF'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6704651675043587273</id><published>2008-02-28T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:59:29.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another black out in the office again!  This reminds me of that dirty old man, how panic I was when the last black-out with him standing next to me. I really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;freaked out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Already felt &lt;strong&gt;VERY insecure&lt;/strong&gt; with him next to me in broad day light, so can imagine how I feel with the room in complete darkness! It’s funny lor, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my boss was nice, he put up a light tube directly on top of where I’m sitting, at least now I can see my key board. My neighbour Mr Teletubbie hates the idea, he don’t like that kind of "&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warm light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and demand for a normal white light… at the end, my boss came out with his own theory " &lt;em&gt;Warm light keep you warm and create a better, romantic working environment..&lt;/em&gt; Alamak.. Romantic . . …. MY FOOT lah.. It's hurting my eyes so much.. Going to off it when he's gone ! &lt;br /&gt;He ask if I wanna go to the Travel Fair during Lunch, Hmm.. I do.. but NOT with him! Probably going tonight, if it’s not too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday din really managed to spend quality time with my Lup Lup.. that critic, he used the dynamo advert card as a bookmark lah.. and thank God I didn’t mentioned name on the note becos last week I saw ah cai reading that note! Walau, if I were to write his name on that sheet of paper.. Jia Lat Man!!!! And I know he simply cannot get over it when Ah cai challenge me to play hide &amp;amp; Seek in the airport – I’m supposed to go and find him.. All to prove that S’pore might be small, but to find someone it’s still not an easy task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Lup Lup.. I won’t play that childish game with him.. don’t worry lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-6704651675043587273?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6704651675043587273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6704651675043587273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6704651675043587273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6704651675043587273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-black-out-in-office-again-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2422541807327110585</id><published>2008-02-21T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:30:13.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND GARDEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two people wait for a late bus.&lt;br /&gt;One is frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;while the other takes it easy...&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the source of frustration cannot be the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Is there an evil bus-driver out there to be angry at?&lt;br /&gt;The seed of anger lies within.&lt;br /&gt;The "late buses of life" are only conditions which&lt;br /&gt;ripen our anger.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it is you who cause your state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;The causes of (un)happiness are within your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your mind then.&lt;br /&gt;It is a garden -&lt;br /&gt;you decide what seeds to plant and nurture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2422541807327110585?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2422541807327110585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2422541807327110585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2422541807327110585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2422541807327110585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/02/mind-garden.html' title='MIND GARDEN'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-4186116646054469722</id><published>2008-02-20T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:40:00.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Some Updates for myself and people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today is the 15th - Last day of Chinese New year. What have i done for the NY? Nothing.. eat, sleep, and worst.. sick! I hope i'll recover soon.. the feeling Sucks..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hubby's friend is goind to divorce his wife.. whose fault? The man! Anyway, his wife ain't angel, but this time round she seems to be the victim, wonder what will happen to the 3 kids. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best friend Jen, her mum was diagnosed with Liver cancer, hmm.. i think similar with HK veteran star, Lydia Sum. She will be moving to Jen's place soon, so they are doing some touch up of the room as well as their house in bedok, so that they can rent out the place, to get some income. I don't think she look good, i just hope they can spend more time together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh ya, I'm going Shanghai on the 15th March with my hubby and nephew. We'll stay in shanghai about 5day, then HK for another 3 days. Will take a ferry to macau since i've never been there before. Good deal lah.. one stone kills 3 birds! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okie, just update for the sake of updating.. too lazy to type.. See ya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-4186116646054469722?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/4186116646054469722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=4186116646054469722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4186116646054469722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/4186116646054469722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2425171555288424845</id><published>2008-01-31T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:53:54.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame Shame Shame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R6LQLiKpT-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/jqDkoRfzQ3g/s1600-h/pinochio.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161917019488604130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R6LQLiKpT-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/jqDkoRfzQ3g/s400/pinochio.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shame Shame, dirty shame, everybody knows your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fill in the blank and you will know who is this orang Tak malu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aka shameless man&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;K_M_R_S_N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;! Bingo! Your are Right! That’s the Tak malu man who pack packets of our food and give it out to his gang in the Airport! It’s ok since he is one of a kind and we ALL know he will do such thing.. WHY? To claim CREDIT mah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s still ok, you eat and Tapow, but please lor.. we all know you are one &lt;strong&gt;LAZY bump&lt;/strong&gt; who only uses your mouth and NOTHING else! How dare you claim credits to your boss that YOU are the ONLY ONE who clean up all the pots and pans! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Halo.. &lt;strong&gt;WE know you too well&lt;/strong&gt;.. Being such a &lt;em&gt;RICH &lt;/em&gt;man with&lt;em&gt; BIG&lt;/em&gt; house and &lt;em&gt;MAID&lt;/em&gt;, you think we will believe that you clean up the mess! Please lah..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don’t BULL SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;! Guess you only "delegate " the job to someone else! I know very well who was the one who did all the cleaning and it’s definitely NOT you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A picture of Pinnochio to remind you –&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stop Lying unless you need a sharper nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-2425171555288424845?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2425171555288424845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2425171555288424845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2425171555288424845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2425171555288424845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/01/shame-shame-shame.html' title='Shame Shame Shame'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R6LQLiKpT-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/jqDkoRfzQ3g/s72-c/pinochio.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-147260996188507865</id><published>2008-01-29T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:59:41.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Money buy Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not a kind of "sour grapes" feeling.. but is there a need to spend so much money just to make a person happy? Or put it another way round.. Don't you think it's so "unfair" when you are always trying to please the person you love and all she do was just get ready to enjoy whatever you have plan for her.. be it happy or NOT EVEN showing signs of appreciation. It's sad lor.. after all you have plan for her and all the expensive gifts, all you get is FINALLY...... a picture of her posing with you! sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First - The birthday.. expensive jewellery, good dinner and nice roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then - the expensive spa package, nice flowers and a posh dinner in a cable car, and the most romantic stuff - a paper ring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now -  The " head cracking" venue for dinner on Valentine's Day.. quote what you are telling your friend, " you lucky, your wife help to plan.. mine only sit there and wait to get ready" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After - A $5K bridal package ( according to her, INSUFFICIENT) - hey? I thought need to get permit before taking her picture?? So in actual fact she love to take picture lah. Can't imagine a $20K for a ROM.. So lucky of her.. she will gets to enjoy those romantic moment until she is 80 years old! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If you spend most of your life,&lt;br /&gt;lying to yourself and others,&lt;br /&gt;your life is basically a lie,&lt;br /&gt;self-deception -&lt;br /&gt;not a true life,&lt;br /&gt;not truly living.&lt;br /&gt;It is the sustenance of delusion,&lt;br /&gt;that only propels you into greater delusion.&lt;br /&gt;But the moment you snap out of it,&lt;br /&gt;you seek the Truth,&lt;br /&gt;you become true to yourself&lt;br /&gt;and your whole life turns around.&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is always there -&lt;br /&gt;you only need to turn around&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/12926236-147260996188507865?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/147260996188507865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=147260996188507865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/147260996188507865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/147260996188507865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-money-buy-love.html' title='Can Money buy Love?'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-9177063413976774160</id><published>2008-01-22T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:31:20.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath Ledger found DEAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R5aKHrIfRxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eQDHlDvAutM/s1600-h/bestactor_ledger.grid-7x2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158462287641528082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R5aKHrIfRxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eQDHlDvAutM/s400/bestactor_ledger.grid-7x2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:SSOpen("&gt;Heath Ledger, 1979-2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger found dead in NYC apartment&lt;br /&gt;Authorities say actor’s death likely suicide or accidental overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The actor, who was Oscar nominated for “Brokeback Mountain,” died at age 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158460805877810946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R5aIxbIfRwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nyone-Hdc6k/s400/nn_thompson_ledger_080122.vsmall.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NEW YORK - Heath Ledger was found dead Tuesday in a Manhattan apartment in what police sources are calling an apparent suicide or accidental overdose. He was 28.&lt;br /&gt;According to the New York Times, Ledger was found naked and unconscious with pills strewn all around him. Police sources told the Times that the death appeared to be a suicide or an accidental overdose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYPD spokesman Paul Browne said Ledger had an appointment for a massage at the apartment. The housekeeper, who went to let Ledger know the masseuse was there, found him naked and unconscious in bed at approximately 3:30 p.m. ET, according to The New York Times. After moving his body to the floor and receiving no response from the actor after shaking him, they called authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not a marquee movie star, Ledger was a respected, award-winning actor who took his craft seriously rather than cashing in on his heartthrob looks. He was nominated for an Oscar for his performance as a gay cowboy in “Brokeback Mountain,” where he met Michelle Williams, who played his wife in the film. The two had a daughter, Matilda, and lived together in Brooklyn until they split up last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-9177063413976774160?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/9177063413976774160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=9177063413976774160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/9177063413976774160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/9177063413976774160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger-found-dead.html' title='Heath Ledger found DEAD!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R5aKHrIfRxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eQDHlDvAutM/s72-c/bestactor_ledger.grid-7x2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2142988630870024534</id><published>2008-01-16T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:21:33.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickening Parrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's been a while since i almost lose my cool and having the urge to strangle someone! Nope, to be precise, i don't wanna dirty my hand, luckily it's the company HP, else i would have throw it right on his face! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R47wj7IfRvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4Bz_9TGUXjk/s1600-h/_19-6-06-parrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156323123345180402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R47wj7IfRvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4Bz_9TGUXjk/s320/_19-6-06-parrot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There is this stupid, irritating and sickening fellow who behave like a parrot, repeating whatever i said since morning. Pervert! If i know he is joing us for breakfast, i would rather pack and come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;back to the office. While queueing for the prata, we make our order, he said" aiyo, prata fattening" I gave him a hard stare and said " MYOB"! Then the sitting arrangement since there were 6 of us. I choose to sit away from him and he said " wow, you want to have private time with the Kenyan" ( sucks.. kay poh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then after lunch when i was returning $ to the controller&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;( sigh.. my boss got subra to buy marker, 5 bucks, but I have to pay? as if i got petty cash.. what to do, he ask me to pay and claim... for no reason.. I "over spent" $5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;that stupid parrot repeat the whole sentence which i was talking to the controller lah.. don't you guys think he is SICKED! I shouted at him asking him to &lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/strong&gt;, but his skin is so &lt;strong&gt;THICK&lt;/strong&gt;, even a M16 can't get thru him! And he go wacking and wacking.. KNS. When the bosses around, he hide away and dare not even open his mouth lah.. Really irritating! He is no other than.. VIAS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&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/12926236-2142988630870024534?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2142988630870024534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2142988630870024534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2142988630870024534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2142988630870024534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/01/sickening-parrot.html' title='Sickening Parrot'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R47wj7IfRvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4Bz_9TGUXjk/s72-c/_19-6-06-parrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-495292569429445828</id><published>2008-01-13T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:53:25.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Shoes as a Gift - NO WAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it alright to buy shoes/slipper for our loved ones?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;All started because  my boss bought her wife a pair of slipper.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so sweet&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Personally, I &lt;strong&gt;DON'T &lt;/strong&gt;do that. My hubby don't allow me to do so as he ( &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pantang&lt;/span&gt;)believe that if we buy shoes as gift for our BF/GF, the receiving party will "run away". Even teletubbie's wife from thailand, believe the same thing, she will insist that she pay for her shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I check from the internet and found some taboos on giving shoes as gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Don't give shoes to a boyfriend or girlfriend because then they'll run away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Giving a new pair of shoes as Christmas gifts would make your friends walk away from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Between couples, buying shoes as a gift is like  "kicking you in the face", then you can get round that by avoiding such a gift, or again, by the recipient paying a token sum to the giver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If you buy shoes or perfume for a girlfriend, the relationship will not last long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Well, it's all superstition I guess and it really depend on individual, there is nothing wrong as long as the giving party and the receiving party is happy, I guess that's the most important thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As for the question you asked " &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so is it alright to give to other people's wife&lt;/span&gt;" Hmm.. let me think about it and let you know! But then, &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt;... I guess "other people's wife" will be well taken care, so.. why you worry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-495292569429445828?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/495292569429445828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=495292569429445828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/495292569429445828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/495292569429445828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/01/giving-shoes-as-gift-no-way.html' title='Giving Shoes as a Gift - NO WAY!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6777308938354856863</id><published>2008-01-11T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:31:16.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me, Is this your Bra???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R4cleLIfRuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7P46pqSD5UM/s1600-h/bra%20on%20hydrant-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154129498863519458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R4cleLIfRuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7P46pqSD5UM/s320/bra%2520on%2520hydrant-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Hahaha.. early in the morning, my boss came into the office with a disgusted look on his face and all the cursing and swearing I always used came out from his mouth "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; choy.. suay ah, early in the morning #$%^&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Reason being - He saw a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lying on the floor, outside our office ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;according to my dear controller, it's nearer to our neighbour&lt;/span&gt;). Hahaha.. How can that be? A bra? at the Air side? No way? Hmm.. I start to wonder how did the bra ended up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Maybe a lady felt too "hot" that she just took it off?&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hot meh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Maybe someone is practicing the trick of "removing a bra in 1sec? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;aiyo, do it elsewhere lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Is it becos it's so loose that it Dropped? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Some cheeky guys must have forgotten to put it on for his scandal after some "adult game", chuck inside the pocket and Oops.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;There can be thousand of reason why it ended up there, on the floor! But it's just sounds absurd regardless what was the reason. A bra?? Unbelieveable!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A pity i didn't walk out to take a picture of it, decided not to becos I wanna strike 4d, so i better stay away from "unclean" stuff like that? I hope we won't end up seeing a sanity pad around in future, that will be real &lt;strong&gt;SUAY &lt;/strong&gt;sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;PS- sudden strike my mind, that bra might belong to that bapok next to my office, there's one who always walk around combing his hair &amp;amp; applying his lip gloss! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-6777308938354856863?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6777308938354856863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6777308938354856863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6777308938354856863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6777308938354856863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/01/excuse.html' title='Excuse Me, Is this your Bra???'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R4cleLIfRuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7P46pqSD5UM/s72-c/bra%2520on%2520hydrant-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3472524931401174504</id><published>2008-01-09T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:23:59.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are all women going thru Menopause behave this way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I received an email from the finance dept asking me about the water dispenser in the office. What so interesting about that machine? Is it the cost of S$8/- per bottle? No lah, we are such a BIG company, don't tell me we can't afford that! Okie, she asked these question ( in blue) and I answered ( in red)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why are we having a water dispenser in the office?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for drinking, aren't that obvious?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For what purpose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For customer or employee? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for staff and customer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can you identify who drink more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;staff! we are working 365days and 24hours &amp;amp; even if we want to drink from the tap there is NO piping in the office! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't you think it a stupid question? We don't use it for shower, we don't tapao home the water too! Furthermore it's the ex-GM who have given the green light to purchase and it's been almost 2years and they are questioning about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally I found out the culprit - who turn out to be a lady who is going thru menopause hence a little unbalance! ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry.. i don't mean to be sarcastic cos' i know i will go thru it in 15 years time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) She is from the material dept who will handle the PO before sending to Finance for payment. Before she was Arrowed to do this, she &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; handle things related to customer - therefore she felt she has "over worked" hence started to make noise and start all the questioning.... sigh.. this coy is full of crappy lady of her age.. We have 1 from Supply, 1 from Material, 1 from HR ( periodically) and i guess we have more, just that i 'm not interested in getting to know them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-3472524931401174504?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3472524931401174504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3472524931401174504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3472524931401174504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3472524931401174504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-all-women-going-thru-menopause.html' title='Are all women going thru Menopause behave this way?'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-3257257829437765492</id><published>2008-01-01T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:33:09.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R3sCibIfRtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NWhGRKxqywU/s1600-h/backpack.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150713389250463442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R3sCibIfRtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NWhGRKxqywU/s320/backpack.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today is a special day for my two "babies" ! Yes, their first day of Primary One! I can't imagine, both of them carrying a bag Soooo much bigger and heavier than their body! It's gonna be a brand new experience for them.... the feeling was like rojak.. i supposed... or be precised.. that's MY feeling..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happy to get new shoes, new bag, new stationeries.. even a wallet for $$! Yes, today will be the day when they start to handle $, start to queue for their own food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Worried to enter a new environment, a BIG school with new teacher and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tired becos the hours is longer... instead of a 4 hours lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;stressed - for both kid and parent; MORE HOMEWORK and spelling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I always felt first few days are very important, they mustn't get "frightened" else they will start to throw tantrum and refused to go to school, that's what my dear Eugene is telling me minutes ago. But I've managed to pacify him, promising "surprises" for him when i fetch him from school this evening - He tried to negotiate with me to fetch him home at 2pm! Frankly, I'm a little worried... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wow.. they have grown up.. no longer babies .. very soon they will have to go thru their PSLE, "O" level, Poly, U, NS and so on... How time flies.... Soon I'll be too old to move around and they will be the one holding my hand showing me around.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise”&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/12926236-3257257829437765492?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3257257829437765492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=3257257829437765492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3257257829437765492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/3257257829437765492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/R3sCibIfRtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NWhGRKxqywU/s72-c/backpack.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6823925269933509590</id><published>2007-12-24T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:34:30.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've just finished cleaning the WHOLE house! No joke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Those who know me well enough would know -------Something is not right! Cos' I ONLY clean the house / do household chores when I'm feeling DOWN......&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Very down and depressed.. But I'll be fine after sweating out! I'm seriously considering if I should go for a few rounds______________ jogging! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-6823925269933509590?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6823925269933509590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6823925269933509590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6823925269933509590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6823925269933509590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2007/12/those-who-know-me-well-enough-would.html' title='I&apos;ve just finished cleaning the WHOLE house! No joke!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-9201183256898309859</id><published>2007-12-23T23:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:41:46.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wow.. before we know, it's X'mas again and soon it will be New year, chinese new year &amp;amp; etc... how times have fly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What have I done in 2007? I really dunno, Guess I just spend each day blindly, I didn't achieve anything and by the time I realised, 2007 is finishing in a week's time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahaha.. like real.. I would be lying if I say I have no dreams for the future, but I dare not say it out, worrying that dreams will not come true if I did. I'm a greedy woman, I wants to have many many things in life, if possible I want to have EVERYTHING.... which I know it's impossible....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Wisdom is the light by day and Right mindfulness is the protection by night. If a man lives a pure life nothing can destroy him; If he has conquered greed nothing can limit his freedom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wished I will and I can conquered greed, but I'm just human, I know I'll be happier if i did and I won't be feeling down should I not get what I wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, like I alway said " Tomorrow will be better" and I should be grateful to eveything I've got and for knowing that people out there were all angels to me! &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/12926236-9201183256898309859?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/9201183256898309859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=9201183256898309859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/9201183256898309859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/9201183256898309859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-christmas-again.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Again'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-6922610306232393421</id><published>2007-12-17T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:37:13.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/6165/90301835390f729c2dco4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Example of answering/calling :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hellooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Halo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wayyyyyyyy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HELLO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ni hao.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/5982/woohooov0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyway who cares how and what he say.. so long as i know the call is for me, i don't care if he hi,ha,halo or way... he can say anything he want. My lup was so "upset" sigh.. does all married man behave SOooooo sensitively? The moment he came down from the other office, he ask if my boss called for me asking about EOB.. see.. he specified EOB cos that's the last word he overheard when that fellow call me. YES he did, why??? what happened? Oh... no lah.. then this fellow give me that cheeky look on his face.. Never mind, i know he can't hide for long, he will soon tell me about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Then my boss came.. next to me, i need to ask him something, so i call his name lah, i say " Mxxxxxx! He answered : Hmmmmmmm.....Waulah eh... My lup cannot tahan lah, burst into laughter lah.. I also don't understand why so i continue my conversation with him. Ok, done so i turn to Lup and ask &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WHAT's Wrong with you&lt;/span&gt;??? He answered " Hmmmm..." walauh.. pervert! So now then i know why he can't tahan lah.. it's the way that fellow call and talk to me lah, he say it's different from how he behave to others. Xiao.. i've heard him calling the Mamasan from SAB, also like that lah. That stupid Lup actually ask me to try calling his name a few more times to prove that he is right! If i really did that, I'll be CRAZY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12926236-6922610306232393421?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6922610306232393421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=6922610306232393421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6922610306232393421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/6922610306232393421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello.html' title='Hello...'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-328224901604214497</id><published>2007-12-06T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:17:36.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair dryer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This morning while i was getting Ah cai to sign some forms, he suddenly said "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You very rush today meh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Huh? "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you didn't blow dry your hair, see still wet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Or is it becos the weather too wet, got vapor?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahahaha... wahlau like that also noticed and to think he actually come up with his very own stupid explanation! Anyway, how to blow dry when i don't even have a hair dryer at home? Hahaha.. so malu, only adik and my lup lup know how many appliances i have at home lah! In fact, I prefer to dry my hair in the most environmental friendly way hence i don't see the need to have a hair dryer at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; was so hungry.... luckily Ah Mi say he is getting breakfast becos Shabbir say since ah cai is here, he DO NOT wanna get deported back, so he is not going for his breakfast - with me! sigh... see.. that's what we call friends! Never mind, I still got Mario &amp;amp; Mi.&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/12926236-328224901604214497?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/328224901604214497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=328224901604214497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/328224901604214497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/328224901604214497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2007/12/hair-dryer.html' title='Hair dryer'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12926236.post-2565832276788203172</id><published>2007-12-04T05:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T05:26:35.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That irritating, sickening pervert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah.. I spoke to my best friend about her ex.. i tink she knows him best. She said the excuse he gave me was bullshit&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!(&lt;em&gt; he say becos the man he hated was my bro, so he is taking revenge on me, since there is NO WAY he can ever take revenge on him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . She said probably becos he knows that woman likes him, so he purposely wanna show off to her that he is "HOT" - oh gosh... MY FOOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He is really irritating lor.. when i step into the office, he was giving me that irritating look, i told him straight on the face i feel like slapping him. I try not to talk to him unnecessary, I don't want people to spread about me and him. Yucks.. he will be the last man on earth i wanna be link with man.. ! Choy.. suay ah.. He's sicked lor, so i tot i better tell my friend before things got into her ears and I don't wanna lost a friend becos of the 2 idiots. I tink they made a good pair. Luckily my friend trusted me and even Rick, he too, commented that she is being childish. I hope she will give him face and not spread to anyone, or else i really dunno where to hide, halo.. come on lah, I got taste leh... though my hubby is not handsome, but i always felt he is SO SO SO much better than him.. for sure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I told him, by hook, by crook i want her to keep her mouth shut! Since he started the fire, he have to find ways to stop it. Just now ah cai ask why today he didn't come down to the line, and i told him "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he better stop coming, the look of him irks me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!" "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ah why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aiya, you don't wanna know lah, I hope i don't have to tell you one day lah, arrr.. play carom and don't talk abt him lah&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really hope he will do something about it. &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/12926236-2565832276788203172?l=devilishleo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/feeds/2565832276788203172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12926236&amp;postID=2565832276788203172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2565832276788203172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12926236/posts/default/2565832276788203172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishleo.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-irritating-sickening-pervert.html' title='That irritating, sickening pervert!'/><author><name>Devilish Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903816398955827593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyWDZkQhoXc/SK4lIFwh5II/AAAAAAAAATA/eBZZdHuAaa0/S220/2469166753_b183fe3efe.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
