<?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-8663374</id><updated>2012-01-25T03:53:07.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prosperin.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>312</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2905317398452800172</id><published>2011-05-30T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:52:30.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noona - รักไม่ต้องการเวลา (Rak Mai Dtong Gaan Way-Laa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nz5tYBsLxlE" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ฉันคิดว่ารักมันคือความผูกพัน&lt;br /&gt;Chun kit wah ruk mun keu kwahm pook pun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I thought love was a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;คิดว่ารักแท้ต้องเดินผ่านวันและเวลา&lt;br /&gt;Kit wah ruk tae dtong dern pahn wun lae welah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I thought true love must pass time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ยิ่งเนิ่นนาน นานไปเท่าไร ความรักยิ่งมีค่า&lt;br /&gt;Ying nern nahn nahn pbai tao rai kwahm ruk ying mee kah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The longer the time period, however long, love gets more valuable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ที่ฉันรู้ที่เคยฝัน รักที่ฉันเคยเข้าใจ&lt;br /&gt;Tee chun roo tee koey fun ruk tee chun koey kao jai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;That I once knew as a dream, love that I once understood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ไม่คิดไม่ฝันเมื่อเธอผ่านเข้ามา&lt;br /&gt;Mai kit mai fun meua tur pahn kao mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I didn’t think, didn’t dream when you showed up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เหมือนว่าสายตาฉันเองมองไม่เห็นใครๆ&lt;br /&gt;Meuan wah sai dtah chun eng mong mai hen krai krai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Like my eyes couldn’t see anyone else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;หยุดที่เธอแค่เพียงสบตา และวินาทีนั้น&lt;br /&gt;Yoot tee tur kae piang sop dtah lae winahtee nun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I stopped when you caught my eye, and that second&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;โลกทั้งโลกหยุดเคลื่อนไหว ท้องฟ้ากลับสดใส&lt;br /&gt;Lohk tung lohk yoot kleuan wai nong fah glup sot sai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The whole world stopped moving, the sky brightened again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;*ลมหายใจ เหมือนหยุดไปในห้วงนาทีนี้&lt;br /&gt;Lom hai jai meuan yoot pbai nai huang nahtee nee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It’s like my breath stopped in that minute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เช่นหัวใจ ลอยหลุดไปทันทีที่สบตา&lt;br /&gt;Chen hua jai loy loot pbai tun tee tee sop dtah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Like my heart floated away as soon as you looked at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เธอหยุดยั้งวันเวลา แค่เราได้พบกันในวันนี้&lt;br /&gt;Tur yoot yung wun welah kae rao dai pob gun nai wun nee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;You stopped the time, just us meeting today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;แค่พบเจอกับเธอ..&lt;br /&gt;Kae pop jur gup tur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Just running into you…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ฉันเพิ่งเข้าใจว่ารักเป็นอย่างนี้&lt;br /&gt;Chun perng kao jai wah ruk pben yahng nee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I just understood that love is like this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ฉันเพิ่งเข้าใจเมื่อได้มาเจอด้วยตัวเอง&lt;br /&gt;Chun perng kao jai meua dai mah jur duay dtua eng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I just understood when I got to meet you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เสี้ยวนาทีก็มีความหมาย เปลี่ยนโลกได้ทั้งใบ&lt;br /&gt;Siao natee gor mee kwahm mai pblian lohk dai tung bai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A fraction of a minute that meant so much, that changed the whole world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ฉันเพิ่งรู้ในวันนี้ รักไม่ต้องการเวลา&lt;br /&gt;Chun perng roo nai wun nee ruk mai dtong gahn welah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I just realized today that love doesn’t need time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ลมหายใจ เหมือนหยุดไปในห้วงนาทีนี้&lt;br /&gt;Lom hai jai meuan yoot pbai nai huang natee nee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It’s like my breath stopped in that minute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เช่นหัวใจ ลอยหลุดไปทันทีที่สบตา&lt;br /&gt;Chen huajai loy loot pbai tun tee tee sop dtah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Like my heart floated away as soon as you looked at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เธอหยุดยั้งวันเวลา แค่เราได้พบกันในวันนี้&lt;br /&gt;Tur yoot yung wun welah kae rao dai pop gun nai wun nee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;You stopped the time, just us meeting today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;แค่พบเจอกับเธอ ก็รักเธอ.. ฉันรักเธอ..&lt;br /&gt;Kae pob jur gup tur gor ruk tur…chun ruk tur…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Just running into you, I love you… I love you…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;(*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;เหมือนหัวใจ เหมือนหยุดไปในห้วงเวลานี้&lt;br /&gt;Meuan hua jai meuan yoot pbai nai huang welah nee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It’s like my heart stopped in this moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อพบเธอ ความรักที่เคยเข้าใจก็เปลี่ยนไป&lt;br /&gt;Meua pob tur kwahm ruk tee koey kao jai gor pblian pbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;When I met you, love as I understood it changed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ไม่ต้องใช้วันเวลา แค่เราได้พบกันในวันนี้&lt;br /&gt;Mai dtong chai wun welah kae rao dai pob gun nai wun nee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;There’s no need to use time, just us meeting together today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;แค่พบเจอกับเธอ ก็รักเธอ… ฉันรักเธอ..&lt;br /&gt;Kae pop jur gup tur gor ruk tur… chun ruk tur…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Just running into you, I love you… I love you…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;the more i hear it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;the more i love this song&amp;nbsp;&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/8663374-2905317398452800172?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2905317398452800172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=2905317398452800172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2905317398452800172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2905317398452800172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2011/05/noona-rak-mai-dtong-gaan-way-laa.html' title='Noona - รักไม่ต้องการเวลา (Rak Mai Dtong Gaan Way-Laa)'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Nz5tYBsLxlE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7409820514750740152</id><published>2011-05-16T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:36:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一半</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n75U_qgrexI" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丁当 – 一半&lt;br /&gt;词:管启源&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 曲:宇珩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喝酒的伴 一起看电影的伴&lt;br /&gt;早午晚餐的那个伴&lt;br /&gt;朋友不能留得太晚&lt;br /&gt;明天要上班&lt;br /&gt;唱K的伴 一起去旅行的伴&lt;br /&gt;听懂我的笑话的伴&lt;br /&gt;我的生活 只差那个人就美满&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐剩一人分享 快乐就只剩一半&lt;br /&gt;喝一碗汤&lt;br /&gt;心怎么都不够暖&lt;br /&gt;这张被单 这张睡床&lt;br /&gt;再舒服都觉得太宽&lt;br /&gt;没人分享 幸福就只剩一半&lt;br /&gt;就算把日子都填满&lt;br /&gt;节日却提醒我孤单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有想法 有想法又能怎样&lt;br /&gt;只能写部落格整晚&lt;br /&gt;几个留言安慰不了 心里的遗憾&lt;br /&gt;没有负担 原来也是种负担&lt;br /&gt;自由多得让人心慌&lt;br /&gt;你羡慕我 那要不要跟我交换&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐剩一人分享 快乐就只剩一半&lt;br /&gt;喝一碗汤&lt;br /&gt;心怎么都不够暖&lt;br /&gt;这张被单 这张睡床&lt;br /&gt;再舒服都觉得太宽&lt;br /&gt;没人分享 幸福就只剩一半&lt;br /&gt;努力把日子填满&lt;br /&gt;别来提醒 我多孤单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐剩一人分享 快乐就只剩一半&lt;br /&gt;喝一碗汤&lt;br /&gt;心怎么都不够暖&lt;br /&gt;这张被单 这张睡床&lt;br /&gt;再舒服都觉得太宽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没人分享 幸福就只剩一半&lt;br /&gt;就算把日子都填满&lt;br /&gt;没人知道我多孤单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的另一半&lt;br /&gt;你好吗?&amp;nbsp; 我好孤独喔。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你为什么还没出现呢?&lt;br /&gt;记得要快点出现喔。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-7409820514750740152?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7409820514750740152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7409820514750740152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7409820514750740152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7409820514750740152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='一半'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n75U_qgrexI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-901525809141115926</id><published>2011-04-29T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T03:11:58.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>Until today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still don't know how much I hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-901525809141115926?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/901525809141115926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=901525809141115926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/901525809141115926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/901525809141115926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2011/04/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-4284253032421974413</id><published>2011-04-04T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:07:39.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm always banking on the hope that he still feels the same way, that my constant msging and calls are not irritating him instead, that he still thinks of me fondly throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it feels that I am a stranger, someone that is irritating him, like a fly that keeps buzzing at your ear but you can't see it to swipe it away. Whenever I finally get him on the line, I can't help but be sad and depressed, not at all the happy-go-lucky girl that used to be me. But how to remain happy when all I want is to have him by my side??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's eerily familiar how he says he needs time to think and all without actually giving a reason. That's how I used to when I wanted to put someone down gently. Maybe he just doesn't want me around anymore, and hopes that this space or time apart will make me slowly walk away whilst not wishing ill upon him. IT'S NOT WORKING BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost, i feel desperate, i feel upset and unhappy. Maybe he's no longer in love with me anymore, after all my moods and sarcasm and mad logic; maybe it's really me. Maybe all he wants is to get back to his other life and back to his bachelorhood. Maybe I'm like a&amp;nbsp;SUPER hinderance in his quest for happiness[not exactly the perfect girlfriend recently] Maybe there's something wrong with me, too needy, too loud, too friendly, too much. maybe I don't make him happy anymore.&amp;nbsp;Maybe we stopped being happy together. Maybe he stopped being happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want this pain&amp;nbsp;to go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-4284253032421974413?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/4284253032421974413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=4284253032421974413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4284253032421974413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4284253032421974413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2011/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-8493884534993635259</id><published>2011-04-03T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:44:30.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Square One</title><content type='html'>It is like deja vu that I find myself once again at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much i pray, wish, swear, curse, beg, cry, etc....nothing's gonna change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish for the strength to see this through, without giving up before the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-8493884534993635259?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/8493884534993635259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=8493884534993635259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8493884534993635259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8493884534993635259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2011/04/square-one.html' title='Square One'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-8916547846231245648</id><published>2011-02-23T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:02:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream A Little Dream Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7ThRVUcmSa0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining bright above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper I love you&lt;br /&gt;Birds singin' in the sycamore tree&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "nighty night" and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm alone and blue as can be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on..dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to linger til dawn..dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams til sun beams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you.&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams, whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to linger til dawn dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams til sun beams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams. whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-8916547846231245648?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/8916547846231245648/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6423057003490106476</id><published>2010-09-28T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:53:54.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/TKG6wuDaXSI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Q2HUgDv61Ew/s1600/road-not-taken2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/TKG6wuDaXSI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Q2HUgDv61Ew/s400/road-not-taken2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost[1874–1963]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Though as for that the passing there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I took the one less traveled by, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Which path would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-6423057003490106476?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6423057003490106476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6423057003490106476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6423057003490106476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6423057003490106476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/09/road-not-taken.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/TKG6wuDaXSI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Q2HUgDv61Ew/s72-c/road-not-taken2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3267298265092447019</id><published>2010-09-25T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:05:03.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheena Easton - Almost Over You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pcLSFIgmO_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pcLSFIgmO_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an old friend of ours today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked about you, i didn't quite know what to say&lt;br /&gt;heard you've been making the rounds 'round here&lt;br /&gt;while I've been trying to make tears disapear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Now Im almost over you&lt;br /&gt;I've almost shook these blues&lt;br /&gt;so when you come back around&lt;br /&gt;after painting the town&lt;br /&gt;you'll see im almost over you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're such a sly one with a cold cold heart&lt;br /&gt;maybe leavin came easy, but it tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;time heals all wounds they say and I should know&lt;br /&gt;coz it seems like forever,&lt;br /&gt;but im letting you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I can forgive you and soon I'll forget all my shattered dreams&lt;br /&gt;although you left me with nothing to show&lt;br /&gt;Full&amp;nbsp;of misery&lt;br /&gt;( chorus )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you come back around, after painting the town,&lt;br /&gt;you'll see im almost over you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3267298265092447019?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3696993834680899998</id><published>2010-09-24T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:08:15.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely without you</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been easier to pass than the previous few times. Occupying myself with activities, work, friends, alcohol.....but he still flits through my mind more times than I can imagine. Stolen glances at my mobile, willing it to ring or chime, with the name of that much-missed caller flashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it stays silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night as I lay down to sleep, tears involuntarily form in my eyes. The pain...unbearable. I inevitably think of negative thoughts. &lt;em&gt;do you miss me? are you thinking of me like i'm thinking of you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i try to make my days chockful of activities, I wonder how could he just drop me and get on with life like nothings wrong, when everything I do, I wish he was with me to share the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold myself back, remembering my promise to keep away, to give space...just wishing that he would be the one to make the first move instead; telling me he misses me, that he has to see me...but its not happening. I grew weak and made a call; to hear his voice, to relive the moments...but was greeted with the cheerful voice of the automated message informing me that the reciver can't be reached.....over n over i call, feverishly trying to get an answer...just to face the same thing....it is unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that is my answer...i just wish he would have told me straight in the face like he promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby....have you forgotten me already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3696993834680899998?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3696993834680899998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3696993834680899998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3696993834680899998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3696993834680899998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/09/lonely-without-you.html' title='Lonely without you'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-4298914783570157522</id><published>2010-09-10T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:35:08.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/TIoFn8H60-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/94l0kkmF67Q/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/TIoFn8H60-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/94l0kkmF67Q/s400/1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spongebob in San Francisco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/TIoGaLA0cyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/SNbu3DS9ZPQ/s320/8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and Elvis Presley in a frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-4298914783570157522?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/4298914783570157522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=4298914783570157522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4298914783570157522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4298914783570157522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy.'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/TIoFn8H60-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/94l0kkmF67Q/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-8568426530460565528</id><published>2010-09-01T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:19:12.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i that stupid?</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a depressing flight from Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work was sub-standard, and i got zapped, lectured, criticised, blamed and scolded throughout the trip there and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of working better, my work got worse n worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i think back, i feel so demoralised as I think I can't even do the simplest of things even after flying so almost two years. I don't foresee myself getting better in any way. I look at my fellow colleagues, and wonder how they do it; how they get so good in their work, and not bang stuff, and drop stuff, and get in other people's way like I do; how come they are not clumsy[like me], don't get bullied[like me]; how come they ensure that people don't take advantage of them when I keep doing stuff for people, hoping that it makes them happy so that they can like me. I try so hard to be nice but I keep getting stepped on instead. I work so hard, but it's never enough. I will never be good at my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was born a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be mean to people n ask them to do stuff for me; I can't bring myself to fight back cos it seems so hostile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we all just get along? &lt;br /&gt;Why do they have to be so mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like flying anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-8568426530460565528?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/8568426530460565528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=8568426530460565528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8568426530460565528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8568426530460565528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-i-that-stupid.html' title='am i that stupid?'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-5182928377933902398</id><published>2010-08-25T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:38:58.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/THTUbjjbV3I/AAAAAAAAA58/rzX61dCR6r8/s1600/heartbreak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/THTUbjjbV3I/AAAAAAAAA58/rzX61dCR6r8/s320/heartbreak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On, off, on....then now off again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like pieces of a puzzle we were, with missing pieces that we found in one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It felt so right, yet is so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish to continue on&amp;nbsp;so much, to forever hear ur laughter and feel the love and happiness that blooms whenever we are together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yet...I cannot escape the extra strokes that distract us from the main picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The weight of the baggage that has yet to be unloaded, and, worse is that you are unsure of whether to unload it or not. That is what breaks my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am the luckiest girl in the world to be able to find the perfect one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One that thinks i am perfect as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If only we didn't have to be in this situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If only we had met earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If only we didn't have our consciences to answer to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If only....it was easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you so fucking much, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't take too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-5182928377933902398?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/5182928377933902398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=5182928377933902398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5182928377933902398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5182928377933902398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/08/heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/THTUbjjbV3I/AAAAAAAAA58/rzX61dCR6r8/s72-c/heartbreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-764084533781816783</id><published>2010-06-16T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:31:18.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what went wrong?</title><content type='html'>" &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A woman possesses a rare and unusual sexual confidence she's grown accustomed to using. When she's attracted to a man, she immediately seizes on how 'right' it feels, how she should follow her instincts. That denying a mutual attraction goes against nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;They jointly decide that there's no point wasting time, since they're clearly meant to be together. They become intimate, they spend almost every night together. She lets her friendships slide, cancels family plans because she'd rather be with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After several months, they are essentially living together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And then, once they've settled into a domestic union,the man starts doubting his feelings. The magic of the first months has faded. He chafes at her expectations; he starts to pull back.&amp;nbsp; In response, she goes into full-pursuit mode by catering to him, trying to make him happy. He finds the extra attention suffocating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In her desperation, she brings up the subject of marriage. He feels a combination of pressure and guilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eventually, he ends the relationship, telling her, "You're the greatest woman I've ever known.""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;extract from The Girlfriend Curse by Valerie Frankel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-764084533781816783?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/764084533781816783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=764084533781816783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/764084533781816783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/764084533781816783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-know-what-went-wrong.html' title='Do you know what went wrong?'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-1003209132562336608</id><published>2010-05-29T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:44:08.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no happily ever after.</title><content type='html'>You know when you are broken hearted, everything else around you seems dreary too. Even the trees dun seem so green, the sky seems more grey than blue. Birds chirp sad melodies and sad songs with significant lyrics play out of the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea that used to be so sweet seems bitter, the&amp;nbsp;food you once enjoyed so much seems bland. Time seems to come to a standstill, while everyone else's go on as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look in the mirror and all you see is a broken soul, greyish skin, with tears threatening to fall out of the sad sad eyes. All you want to is hide alone, staring into space, and just cry and cry and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question after question flits through your mind. &lt;em&gt;What went wrong? Was I not worth it? Why didn't you love me?&lt;/em&gt; Questions you have no answer to, or with answers that you are unwilling to accept. &lt;em&gt;But you said you loved me. I can give you happiness. I will do anything for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt. The pain. Like a knife cutting up your insides; the squeezing of the heart till it aches and you shout for it to stop. The torture as you imagine him with someone else, hugging, kissing, loving. The sadness that makes your body go numb and mind go blank. An impenetratable wall of hurt you envelope yourself, so no one can enter your heart anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends try to console you, some just listening, some trying to distract you, some scolding you and telling you it was bound to happen; left and right, people telling you they understand, not to take it too hard, to move on, repeating their own experiences, and then plying you with alcohol. It's one of those times when everyone helps you get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to make fun of your own situation, smiling and laughing to pacify the worried friends as an appreciation for their efforts to cheer you up. But your own laughter sounds hollow, and smile forced. It takes all your strength to just pretend to be happy, when all you wanna do is break down and sob loudly. But it messes up your makeup, plus there's so many other pple around; its embarrassing. You don't want the whole world to know you got dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you say you don't need a man, that you will not want him back even though he comes begging, deep deep&amp;nbsp;down you know that you still love him with all your heart, that he was all you ever wanted, that a part of you will forever have the hope that he would one day come back willingly, after everything has settled. And you will always secretly keep that faith, that he will remember you and that he loves you, that he will return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there may be others, or even though it may be a long wait, the faith will still be there, because love still exists. Love so strong you can't breathe, love so unconditional and true. Even if he never comes back, you will wish him happiness and remember all the perfect, perfect moments that only you two will share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I love you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to leave me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-1003209132562336608?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/1003209132562336608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=1003209132562336608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/1003209132562336608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/1003209132562336608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-is-no-happily-ever-after.html' title='There is no happily ever after.'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7298397431788932442</id><published>2010-05-06T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:25:38.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you could...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S-KKVDAwGpI/AAAAAAAAA5s/2tbjGO3ub44/s1600/Picture-3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S-KKVDAwGpI/AAAAAAAAA5s/2tbjGO3ub44/s400/Picture-3.png" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S-KKKol7fII/AAAAAAAAA5k/gAjlD6F_GBA/s1600/Picture-4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S-KKKol7fII/AAAAAAAAA5k/gAjlD6F_GBA/s400/Picture-4.png" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S-KKieo5qDI/AAAAAAAAA50/PXykyqJwxws/s1600/Picture-5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S-KKieo5qDI/AAAAAAAAA50/PXykyqJwxws/s400/Picture-5.png" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;extract from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixpegs.com/2010/05/cinema-paradiso-2/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://www.sixpegs.com/2010/05/cinema-paradiso-2/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-7298397431788932442?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7298397431788932442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7298397431788932442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7298397431788932442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7298397431788932442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-only-you-could.html' title='If only you could...'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S-KKVDAwGpI/AAAAAAAAA5s/2tbjGO3ub44/s72-c/Picture-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-8608628480191908782</id><published>2010-04-15T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:28:12.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless in ang mo kio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S8X3l47_MnI/AAAAAAAAA5c/0DDMSYlh-9Q/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S8X3l47_MnI/AAAAAAAAA5c/0DDMSYlh-9Q/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1.13am and i'm still awake, tossing and turning in my bed as I have been for the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;mind full of thoughts as I subconciously go through [yet again] the story of the book that I just [re]read. another cheap, trashy novel, chockful of hope and dreams. same old story; girl has a chain of unsuccessful relationships, girl moves away due to family commitments, girl meets guy, girl falls in love with guy, guy unknowingly falls in love with girl's charm/smile/witty sense of humour/upbeat outlook to life/strength in dealing with problems/ability to make him laugh, guy reveals he is engaged, couple break up, guy comes back when he realises that girl is the one he loves, girl forgives guy...and they live happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;funny how they never show the next chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;that got me thinking, these books and their plot, however predictable, all with different twists, still almost always end in the same way; happily ever after.&amp;nbsp;Why do we, as consumers, pay to read the same stuff, to know the same ending?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i guess, in the struggle to get through life, all we want and wish for, is to find happiness. No one wants to die alone and lonely. Not me, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've spent my life in search for my own happiness. I've gone through a huge array of men, from all walks of life, all ages, all shapes and sizes. So far all i've gotten&amp;nbsp;are heartbreaks, shedded tears, and a whole load of shit stories that I entertain my friends with. Maybe its time to see what I've been doing wrong, instead of blaming them for being wrong.[although some really, REALLY deserve it]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Or maybe i've been going out with all the Mr.Wrongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But then again, maybe I'm the one that has the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Am I the cause of my own string of failed relationships?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-8608628480191908782?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/8608628480191908782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=8608628480191908782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8608628480191908782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8608628480191908782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleepless-in-ang-mo-kio.html' title='sleepless in ang mo kio'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S8X3l47_MnI/AAAAAAAAA5c/0DDMSYlh-9Q/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7441588836109611031</id><published>2010-04-01T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:49:30.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly darker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S7RsAmv8FHI/AAAAAAAAA5E/f2oljXn3nwk/s1600/P1230909_Kollam_Beach_Blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S7RsAmv8FHI/AAAAAAAAA5E/f2oljXn3nwk/s400/P1230909_Kollam_Beach_Blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Was looking forward to&amp;nbsp;a nice beach holiday [and still am!] but forces of nature made it apparant that this was not in the stars for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;contented with lying at the pool, reading my book and getting a tan. smiles all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;we must be mad cos we went to the pool at like 12 noon. damn hot! well, at least managed to get the sun before the rain clouds took over its shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;eat, pool, eat, sleep, eat....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;wish we had more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas a great, lazy time. Just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-7441588836109611031?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7441588836109611031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7441588836109611031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7441588836109611031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7441588836109611031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/04/slightly-darker.html' title='Slightly darker'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S7RsAmv8FHI/AAAAAAAAA5E/f2oljXn3nwk/s72-c/P1230909_Kollam_Beach_Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7233681986703848028</id><published>2010-03-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:55:43.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bird is the Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WNrx2jq184&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WNrx2jq184&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Family Guy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-7233681986703848028?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7233681986703848028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7233681986703848028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443188143374580786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S4oWxvN1vDI/AAAAAAAAA48/g2FhNbHfuB4/s400/20100131.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reminds me of how me and my baby's mind works!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i LOVE this comic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go read it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-5420932462892136122?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/5420932462892136122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3639289580972799200</id><published>2010-02-27T04:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T04:03:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the longest 10mins of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna happen, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3639289580972799200?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3639289580972799200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3639289580972799200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3639289580972799200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3639289580972799200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/02/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-8665900993187546291</id><published>2010-02-24T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:55:18.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Try To Change Me Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;i love this song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQDpfTumx60&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQDpfTumx60&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiona Apple - Why Try to Change Me Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sentimental&lt;br /&gt;So i walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I've got some habits&lt;br /&gt;That i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Could start for the corner&lt;br /&gt;Turn up in spain&lt;br /&gt;Why try to change me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and daydream&lt;br /&gt;I've got daydreams galore&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette ashes&lt;br /&gt;There they go on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I go away weekends&lt;br /&gt;And leave my keys in the door&lt;br /&gt;But why try to change me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i be more conventional&lt;br /&gt;People talk&lt;br /&gt;People stare&lt;br /&gt;So i try&lt;br /&gt;But that's not for me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i can't see&lt;br /&gt;My kind of crazy world&lt;br /&gt;Go passing me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let people wonder&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em laugh&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em frown&lt;br /&gt;You know i'll love you&lt;br /&gt;Till the moon's upside down&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember&lt;br /&gt;I was always your clown&lt;br /&gt;Why try to change me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember&lt;br /&gt;I was always your clown&lt;br /&gt;Why try to change me&lt;br /&gt;Why try to change me now&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/8663374-8665900993187546291?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/8665900993187546291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=8665900993187546291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fateful drinking session at fly. after that came the numbness, the internal pain, plus the wobbly legs and headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been staying home the past three days already, which only happens when i am like really really sick; well except for that two times [sneaky sneaky].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel fragile and need lots of care now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-7323827554851837369?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7323827554851837369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7323827554851837369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6899206732782682147</id><published>2010-02-17T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:00:32.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S3uDcPoLU0I/AAAAAAAAA40/uB6wNNmuHjA/s1600-h/couple-in-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439085496234627906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S3uDcPoLU0I/AAAAAAAAA40/uB6wNNmuHjA/s400/couple-in-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with&lt;br /&gt;somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-6899206732782682147?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6899206732782682147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6899206732782682147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6899206732782682147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6899206732782682147'/><link 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flashvars="mID=IDOBJ6581&amp;amp;bufferTime=10&amp;amp;width=516&amp;amp;height=337&amp;amp;image=http://media1.nfb.ca/medias/nfb_tube/thumbs_large/2009/falling-in-love-again-tv-big_.jpg&amp;amp;showWarningMessages=false&amp;amp;streamNotFoundDelay=15&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;getPlaylistOnEnd=true&amp;amp;playlist_id=REL179&amp;amp;embeddedMode=true" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you remember the time when you fell in love?&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/8663374-7086437982928126628?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7086437982928126628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sFwGI492XCU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sFwGI492XCU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Can I Tell Her - Lobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows when I am lonesome&lt;br /&gt;She cries when i am sad&lt;br /&gt;She's up in the good times&lt;br /&gt;She's down in the bad&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am discouraged&lt;br /&gt;She knows what to do&lt;br /&gt;But girl...&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell her my troubles&lt;br /&gt;She makes them all seem right&lt;br /&gt;I can make up excuses&lt;br /&gt;Not to hold her at night&lt;br /&gt;We can talk of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell her things that i wanna do&lt;br /&gt;But girl...&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell her about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell her about you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, please tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Everythings seems right whenever I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;So girl, won't you tell, how to tell her about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell her I don't miss her&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am away&lt;br /&gt;How can I say it's you I think of&lt;br /&gt;Every single night and day&lt;br /&gt;But when is it easy&lt;br /&gt;Telling someone we're through&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, help me tell her about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell her about you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, please tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems right whenever I'm with&lt;br /&gt;So girl, won't you tell me, how to tell her about you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-4975446187371818355?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/4975446187371818355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=4975446187371818355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4975446187371818355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4975446187371818355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-can-i-tell-her.html' title='How Can I Tell Her?'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3467356547405198463</id><published>2010-02-05T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:32:49.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greedy greedy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S20WO4O-q3I/AAAAAAAAA4c/23S-m2uJ-CI/s1600-h/Fujifilm%2520Instax%2520Mini25-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S20WOeibwLI/AAAAAAAAA4M/6YG9FQ4H9uI/s1600-h/3996862409_34df19eeae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435024763277525170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S20WOeibwLI/AAAAAAAAA4M/6YG9FQ4H9uI/s400/3996862409_34df19eeae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really want a Fujifilm Instax Mini! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a mini polaroid camera that takes credit card sized erm...mini polaroids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always wanted to get one but never managed to have the chance to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two in the market now; one the Mini 7s, and the other the Mini 25[newer one].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking which one to get, although the Mini 25 is the newer version but the older one uses AA batteries, which is more convenient! hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i know where I can get them now, cos they seem to be out of stock everywhere I go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435024770175249266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S20WO4O-q3I/AAAAAAAAA4c/23S-m2uJ-CI/s400/Fujifilm%2520Instax%2520Mini25-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yenlin has one, and we were already using it during our poly days to take crazy pictures of ourselves. I still have the copies of the pics in my drawer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435024771081075330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S20WO7m8eoI/AAAAAAAAA4U/6eSFuMKMdo0/s400/11172008172643716661.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I really love the white color! But i think it sorta costs more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...i don't know how, but i sort of have the impression that there was one polaroid camera that is digital, allowing you to choose the pictures you want to print, and store the rest in a memory card. But til date, I have not been able to find it online! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, Gene baby, for making you ask the shopkeepers for a non-existant product! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S20Z53DTRuI/AAAAAAAAA4s/XcprtyMF_KU/s1600-h/sigma50mm.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435028807127090914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S20Z53DTRuI/AAAAAAAAA4s/XcprtyMF_KU/s400/sigma50mm.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing the Sigma 50mm 1.4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S20Z5crMQsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/sXWoJezKOto/s1600-h/IgnitionSuite_Image(5854).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435028800046645954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S20Z5crMQsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/sXWoJezKOto/s400/IgnitionSuite_Image(5854).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want this too......just because. Tee hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm gonna go a-searchin' for my new toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3467356547405198463?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3467356547405198463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3467356547405198463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3467356547405198463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3467356547405198463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishlist.html' title='greedy greedy...'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S20WOeibwLI/AAAAAAAAA4M/6YG9FQ4H9uI/s72-c/3996862409_34df19eeae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-5575498931219514968</id><published>2010-01-28T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:13:43.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S2Eq-02ckXI/AAAAAAAAA4E/1MgKQWB9Tj8/s1600-h/canon-7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431669884412793202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S2Eq-02ckXI/AAAAAAAAA4E/1MgKQWB9Tj8/s400/canon-7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; forgot to tell you i got a new camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love it love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-5575498931219514968?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/5575498931219514968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=5575498931219514968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5575498931219514968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5575498931219514968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-baby.html' title='My new Baby'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S2Eq-02ckXI/AAAAAAAAA4E/1MgKQWB9Tj8/s72-c/canon-7d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3458156832673400852</id><published>2010-01-28T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:04:06.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...slowly but sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S2Eor55xrII/AAAAAAAAA38/PArtaatzg6k/s1600-h/Holding-Hands-love-6820075-428-3882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431667360328166530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S2Eor55xrII/AAAAAAAAA38/PArtaatzg6k/s400/Holding-Hands-love-6820075-428-3882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to be able to have all the time in the world to do nothing with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3458156832673400852?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3458156832673400852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3458156832673400852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3458156832673400852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3458156832673400852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/01/slowly-but-sure.html' title='...slowly but sure'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S2Eor55xrII/AAAAAAAAA38/PArtaatzg6k/s72-c/Holding-Hands-love-6820075-428-3882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7555507892844034531</id><published>2010-01-25T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:43:35.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S11nrlA3fNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/i8bEDtD5TWY/s1600-h/sun-holiday-deckchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430610724046470354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S11nrlA3fNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/i8bEDtD5TWY/s400/sun-holiday-deckchair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a holiday!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-7555507892844034531?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7555507892844034531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7555507892844034531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7555507892844034531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7555507892844034531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/01/timeout.html' title='Timeout!'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S11nrlA3fNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/i8bEDtD5TWY/s72-c/sun-holiday-deckchair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-5905136280547321754</id><published>2010-01-22T05:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T05:45:38.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three weddings this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S1jK2M3yZjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/n8bt4OHihKs/s1600-h/toy_car_wedding_proposal_A.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429312383312094770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S1jK2M3yZjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/n8bt4OHihKs/s400/toy_car_wedding_proposal_A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wanna get married too..&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/8663374-5905136280547321754?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/5905136280547321754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=5905136280547321754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5905136280547321754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5905136280547321754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-weddings-this-year.html' title='three weddings this year'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/S1jK2M3yZjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/n8bt4OHihKs/s72-c/toy_car_wedding_proposal_A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-9166159203987744087</id><published>2009-12-27T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:44:24.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>i hate being alone overseas in the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be going out more often recently. although im tired and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not myself anymore. i am not the happy person i used to be, full of nonsense and the entertainer in a group. i now exclude myself and is content with just sitting in a corner and listening; hoping someone would show me some attention. i'm tired of having to get attention on my own. sometimes i wonder if my presence plays a part or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cling desperately to my looks, my voice, playing pool, drinking, being the fun person i used to be; because i feel that no one actually would want to know me or be my friend if they dun have a reason to. without all these, who would see me for what i am? who would like me for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, being alone, i think of what had been and could have been. and i regret sometimes doing what i do. sometimes i wish that I could have had those feelings again, those moments replayed. with the same person. why couldn't i have held on to what was working, instead of leaving cause of my own fears and disillusions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared, i'm wounded. and i'm not willing to heal myself but keep subjecting myself to hurt, and run away when an old wound threatens to hurt, even before it starts hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i cross my own hurdle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-9166159203987744087?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/9166159203987744087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=9166159203987744087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/9166159203987744087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/9166159203987744087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/12/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-437415040473035446</id><published>2009-12-14T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:03:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>have been thinking of getting a blog for jus my work. i mean i could put my more serious writing there so i can share on a more professional level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas for blog names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to register melissacheng.blogspot.com but was thinking of using it to replace this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-437415040473035446?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/437415040473035446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=437415040473035446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/437415040473035446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/437415040473035446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm_14.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-1843856725946837165</id><published>2009-12-09T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:01:03.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/Sx4NWSYcemI/AAAAAAAAA24/MMOxWWnfTs4/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412778478688565858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/Sx4NWSYcemI/AAAAAAAAA24/MMOxWWnfTs4/s400/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm 27!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another year older, another year of happiness and sorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday 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/8663374-1843856725946837165?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/1843856725946837165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=1843856725946837165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/1843856725946837165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/1843856725946837165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/Sx4NWSYcemI/AAAAAAAAA24/MMOxWWnfTs4/s72-c/IMG_0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2395543998836864417</id><published>2009-12-08T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:10:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endorphine - Nam Dtem Kaew - น้ำเต็มแก้ว</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been going to Thai discos just to try to get the title for this song.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I managed to find it! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to find their album cos the rest of their songs are quite good too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXsJ5hnENm0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXsJ5hnENm0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;วันๆที่เป็นอยู่ เฝ้าทำเพื่อเธอทุกอย่าง&lt;br /&gt;wan-wan tee bpen yoo fao tam peua ter took yaang&lt;br /&gt;Every day I did everything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;แต่ใจเธอไม่เคยลืมรักครั้งเก่าd&lt;br /&gt;tae jai ter mai koie leum rak krang gao&lt;br /&gt;But your heart never forget your past love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เธอเป็นแก้วใบหนึ่ง ที่เต็มไปด้วยน้ำเปล่า&lt;br /&gt;ter bpen gaew bai neung tee dtem bpai duay naam bplao&lt;br /&gt;You are like a glass that is full of water,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ยิ่งเทเติมลงไปมีแต่ล้นออก&lt;br /&gt;ying tay dterm long bpai mee dtae lon ok&lt;br /&gt;which overflows when it is filled with water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;คนเก่า รักเก่า เธอไม่เคยลบเลือน&lt;br /&gt;kon gao rak gao ter mai koie lop leuan&lt;br /&gt;Your past love is still in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;คนใหม่ รักใหม่ เลยท้อ&lt;br /&gt;kon mai rak mai loie tor&lt;br /&gt;The one who (now) loves you is feeling disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;จริงๆเข้าใจอยู่ กับความทรงจำครั้งเก่า&lt;br /&gt;jing-jing kao jai yoo gap kwaam song jam krang gao&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you hold on to the past memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;แต่อย่าเอามันมาปิดกั้นหัวใจ&lt;br /&gt;dtae yaa ao man maa bpit gan hua jai&lt;br /&gt;But do not use it to seal the door to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เปลี่ยนเป็นแก้วเปล่า แก้วใหม่ เปิดใจทีนะเธอ&lt;br /&gt;bplian bpen gaew bplao gaew mai bpert jai tee na ter&lt;br /&gt;Change your heart into an empty glass, a new glass. Open your heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;รับหน่อย รู้หน่อย ความรัก จากฉัน&lt;br /&gt;rap noi roo noi kwaam rak jaak chan&lt;br /&gt;accept and know my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ฉันยังต้องรออีกนานไหม ต้องรอเธออีกนานไหม&lt;br /&gt;chan yang dtong ror eek naan mai dtong ror ter eek naan mai&lt;br /&gt;How much longer must I wait? Must I wait for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ถึงจะได้เจอกับรักที่เธอเคยบอกฉัน&lt;br /&gt;teung ja daai jer gap rak tee ter koie bok chan&lt;br /&gt;Only then will I have your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อไหร่รักเก่าระเหย ฉันรอให้เธอได้ลืมเขาสักวัน&lt;br /&gt;meua-rai rak gao ra-hoie chan ror hai ter daai leum kao sak wan&lt;br /&gt;When will you forget your past love? I am waiting for you to forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เพื่อการเริ่มใหม่ ครั้งใหม่ เพื่อเธอกับฉันและรักเรา&lt;br /&gt;peua gaan rerm-mai krang mai peua ter gap chan lae rak rao&lt;br /&gt;For a new beginning, a new era, for you and me, and our love.&lt;br /&gt;(Interlude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ทุ่มเทเท่าไหร่มันก็ล้นเท่านั้น&lt;br /&gt;toom tay tao-rai man gor lon tao nan&lt;br /&gt;However much I lavish my love on you, it flows away out of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ไม่อาจสัมผัสเข้าถึงสักครั้ง&lt;br /&gt;mai aat sam-pat kao teung sak krang&lt;br /&gt;My love is unable to enter your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ฉันยังต้องรออีกนานไหม ต้องรอเธออีกนานไหม&lt;br /&gt;chan yang dtong ror eek naan mai dtong ror ter eek naan mai&lt;br /&gt;How much longer must I wait? Must I wait for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ถึงจะได้เจอกับรักที่เธอเคยบอกฉัน&lt;br /&gt;teung ja daai jer gap rak tee ter koie bok chan&lt;br /&gt;Only then will I have your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อไหร่รักเก่าระเหย ฉันรอให้เธอได้ลืมเขาสักวัน&lt;br /&gt;meua-rai rak gao ra-hoie chan ror hai ter daai leum kao sak wan&lt;br /&gt;When will you forget your past love? I am waiting for you to forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เพื่อการเริ่มใหม่ ครั้งใหม่ บอกหน่อย&lt;br /&gt;peua gaan rerm-mai krang mai bok noi&lt;br /&gt;For a new beginning, a new era, please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ฉันควรรอต่อไปไหม ต้องรอเธออีกนานไหม&lt;br /&gt;chan kuan ror dtor bpai mai dtong ror ter eek naan mai&lt;br /&gt;Should I continue to wait for you? Must I wait for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ถึงจะได้เจอกับรักที่เธอเคยบอกฉัน&lt;br /&gt;teung ja daai jer gap rak tee ter koie bok chan&lt;br /&gt;Only then will I have your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อไหร่รักเก่าระเหย ฉันรอให้เธอได้ลืมเขาสักวัน&lt;br /&gt;meua-rai rak gao ra-hoie chan ror hai ter daai leum kao sak wan&lt;br /&gt;When will you forget your past love? I am waiting for you to forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เพื่อการเริ่มใหม่ ครั้งใหม่ เพื่อเธอกับฉันและรักเรา&lt;br /&gt;peua gaan rerm-mai krang mai peua ter gap chan lae rak rao&lt;br /&gt;For a new beginning, a new era, for you and me, and our love.&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/8663374-2395543998836864417?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2395543998836864417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=2395543998836864417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2395543998836864417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2395543998836864417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/12/endorphine-nam-dtem-kaew.html' title='Endorphine - Nam Dtem Kaew - น้ำเต็มแก้ว'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-4369419809556690591</id><published>2009-12-07T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:09:19.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been really busy with an empty mind so words don't seem to form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy facebooking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have a whole load of pictures to edit and upload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-4369419809556690591?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/4369419809556690591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=4369419809556690591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4369419809556690591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4369419809556690591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3060871779650221645</id><published>2009-10-28T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:02:18.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SuhOxCrMyOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6_DDTlW1HyI/s1600-h/IMG_2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397650757842159842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SuhOxCrMyOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6_DDTlW1HyI/s400/IMG_2423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday, someone is going to walk into your life and make you&lt;br /&gt;realize why it never worked out with anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3060871779650221645?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3060871779650221645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3060871779650221645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3060871779650221645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3060871779650221645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SuhOxCrMyOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6_DDTlW1HyI/s72-c/IMG_2423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-1640967785576624174</id><published>2009-10-08T02:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T03:02:53.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cup of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SszlkJ4uqrI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UQZEZdgZVMw/s1600-h/tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389935263347550898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SszlkJ4uqrI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UQZEZdgZVMw/s400/tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's nothing like a cup of fragrant, sweet tea to cure a depressed night.&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/8663374-1640967785576624174?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/1640967785576624174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=1640967785576624174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/1640967785576624174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/1640967785576624174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/10/cup-of-love.html' title='A cup of love'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SszlkJ4uqrI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UQZEZdgZVMw/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6001134326211605308</id><published>2009-10-05T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:51:54.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears In Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SszhxBLv4QI/AAAAAAAAA2I/MgWzaCSZfzk/s1600-h/babies_in_heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389931086303191298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SszhxBLv4QI/AAAAAAAAA2I/MgWzaCSZfzk/s400/babies_in_heaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Mummy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Heaven now, sitting on god's lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little boy. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mummy, Mummy, help me please; Mummy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted more than anything to be your son. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel took me to god and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father now. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mummy, please watch out for that abortion monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Baby Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SszhwvDOJII/AAAAAAAAA2A/pl-UDMOH_bk/s1600-h/babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389931081435587714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SszhwvDOJII/AAAAAAAAA2A/pl-UDMOH_bk/s400/babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I hand them over to you, My Lord, to keep them warm and safe,&lt;br /&gt;to love them like I couldn't, until the day that we reunite. "&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/8663374-6001134326211605308?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6001134326211605308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6001134326211605308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6001134326211605308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6001134326211605308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/10/tears-in-heaven.html' title='Tears In Heaven'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SszhxBLv4QI/AAAAAAAAA2I/MgWzaCSZfzk/s72-c/babies_in_heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3488050998615322118</id><published>2009-10-01T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:23:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SsQ8Zb7zNeI/AAAAAAAAA14/dYiSHy5Va6U/s1600-h/handholdehow_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387497461934929378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SsQ8Zb7zNeI/AAAAAAAAA14/dYiSHy5Va6U/s400/handholdehow_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for exactly what you are – good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the right person’s still going to think the sunshine shines out of your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- juno (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SsQ1alaQfKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/DSi5gfBIf2c/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3488050998615322118?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3488050998615322118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3488050998615322118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3488050998615322118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3488050998615322118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-one.html' title='The Right One'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SsQ8Zb7zNeI/AAAAAAAAA14/dYiSHy5Va6U/s72-c/handholdehow_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7076522040688716316</id><published>2009-09-22T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:55:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SrfZ9Yp0ywI/AAAAAAAAA1g/bNaZDufrZLk/s1600-h/Tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384011528157842178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SrfZ9Yp0ywI/AAAAAAAAA1g/bNaZDufrZLk/s400/Tear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever read your old diaries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping the pages as you read and re-read pages of your scribbled handwriting, each form and structure unique as they depict the emotions that pour on the pages of the well-worn notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you run your fingers and embrace the familiar feel of the letters pressed into the smooth paper, you re-visit times of joy and sorrow. You remember the incidents that created the entry and touch the dried tears that has smudged the ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the messy lines, the neat words, the long rants, the short sentances; then you remember how the pen and paper accompanied you at the times when you were most down, when you were alone in your room, crying your heart out; softly, lest you were overheard; at the point when you were about to give up on everything else, because you felt like dying, because there was no way to solve it; incidents after incidents that seems so similar and different at the same time; love lost and found; words of despair and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you lose yourself in the memories of surprise gifts and small gestures of love; the outings, the softly spoken words, the nights of confessions, the stolen hugs and kisses and meetings; the small bursts of love and passion from strangers that have left footprints; the arrivals and departures; new ventures and gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comfort of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been in a state of depression again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since yenlin; ever since the horrible flight.&lt;br /&gt;or what was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, it visits again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lonely, and empty.&lt;br /&gt;wondering what am i doing, what should I do.&lt;br /&gt;i must be strong, but I am weakened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how long more I can stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;But i have to; my friends need me. I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to cry for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I do, it stops immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for a good looong cry right now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it might make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I have no more tears left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what was wrong.&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/8663374-7076522040688716316?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7076522040688716316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7076522040688716316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7076522040688716316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7076522040688716316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/09/nostalgic-night.html' title='Nostalgic Night'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SrfZ9Yp0ywI/AAAAAAAAA1g/bNaZDufrZLk/s72-c/Tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2367581001214765460</id><published>2009-09-13T05:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:31:59.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS AND GRATITUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/Sqwgq_ic6XI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/VVKk33iS6RM/s1600-h/laura-monahan-little-girl-with-pray-rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380711577783429490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/Sqwgq_ic6XI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/VVKk33iS6RM/s400/laura-monahan-little-girl-with-pray-rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just received this in an email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every day should be a good day and you should live it like it's&lt;br /&gt;your last. Some people live a life of anger, frustration, pain,&lt;br /&gt;jealousy, and/or dishonesty, but all of these things will come to pass when&lt;br /&gt;your time here is over. Just take a moment to think, we will not be on&lt;br /&gt;this earth forever. One day, we will not have to worry about going to work&lt;br /&gt;or how we will make our car payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not have to worry where our next meal will come from, or how&lt;br /&gt;we can buy that beautiful house. At anytime, God could take us off of&lt;br /&gt;this earth, so you should appreciate today and not worry about tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;for nobody knows what tomorrow will bring. When you wake up each&lt;br /&gt;morning, thank the Lord for waking you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lie down to sleep at night, thank the Lord for another day.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a job, thank the Lord for your place of employment. Ask that&lt;br /&gt;He May bless you in everything that you do. Ask Him to give you&lt;br /&gt;the knowledge and the wisdom to do your job. If you don't have a job,&lt;br /&gt;thank Him anyway. Ask him to direct you to the job that is right for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are eating breakfast, lunch or dinner, say a prayer. Thank&lt;br /&gt;the Lord for providing food and nourishment to your body. If you&lt;br /&gt;are healthy, thank the Lord for the health and strength in your body. If&lt;br /&gt;you aren't, thank Him anyway for life, and ask Him to heal your body. So&lt;br /&gt;the next time that you get mad, think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you complain about something at your job, think twice.&lt;br /&gt;The next time you say you wish you had steak instead of chicken,&lt;br /&gt;think twice. Be thankful for what you have, and the life that God has&lt;br /&gt;given you. Pray and ask the Lord for guidance. Be sincere, as God&lt;br /&gt;knows whether or not we mean it from the heart. Help those in need as a&lt;br /&gt;gift from your heart, and not so you can get a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put forth the extra effort in everything that you do. Go after what&lt;br /&gt;you want in life, and do whatever it takes to achieve your goals. No&lt;br /&gt;matter how perfect you think you are, there is always room for improvement,&lt;br /&gt;and an opportunity for you to do better. If you are depressed, don't&lt;br /&gt;cry just hold your head up and the Lord will help you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray and ask the Lord to deliver you from your state of depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever it is that you are depressed about, God will take that pain from your heart. It may not be at that moment, or that next hour, or maybe not even the next day, but He WILL do it if you just believe in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God may not show up when YOU want Him to, but He's ALWAYS right in&lt;br /&gt;time. God will not give us more than we can bear. Sometimes He will present&lt;br /&gt;us with issues that will test our faith, but you have to be strong enough to believe that God will do exactly what He says. The message for today is to praise the Lord, have faith in the Lord, give thanks to the Lord, and live every day like it is your last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theoretically speaking, if the Lord never does anything else for&lt;br /&gt;us, other than wake us up each day, put food in our mouths and clothes&lt;br /&gt;on our backs, we should thank Him anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think that we are not thankful for what we have; instead, we always wish we had more, and envy others better than us, with thing that we crave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We must realise and be grateful for the simple things in life, because without Him, we would have nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amen to that.&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/8663374-2367581001214765460?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2367581001214765460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=2367581001214765460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2367581001214765460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2367581001214765460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/09/thanks-and-gratitude.html' title='THANKS AND GRATITUDE'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/Sqwgq_ic6XI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/VVKk33iS6RM/s72-c/laura-monahan-little-girl-with-pray-rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2080232734324207830</id><published>2009-09-09T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:18:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doe, a deer, a female deer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way it seems that they all spontaneously joined in the dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a part of something so random and amazing and happy would be wonderful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must start planning!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-2080232734324207830?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2080232734324207830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=2080232734324207830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2080232734324207830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2080232734324207830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/09/doe-deer-female-deer.html' title='Doe, a deer, a female deer!'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2896434112929153741</id><published>2009-08-31T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:11:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Seoul to San Francisco..</title><content type='html'>Its 5am in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm seriously jet-lagged cos I seem to be waking up the oddest hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, wasn't really looking forward to another long 4-sector flight but so far its still ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched down in Seoul on the 28th, and I finally got the chance to try out authentic Korean Bulgogi Beef! It was deeeeeelicious!!! mmmmm....it came raw with onions so you had to sort of bbq it yourself on the hotplate. There was a sort of dip around the corners of the hotplate, so all the gravy was there, and i happily placed all the onions there to sautee them so that they were nice and soft. I just love it, love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, me and the steward, Siva, went over to another crew joint, Westrock, to have a drink at the bar. What I thought to be a small drink, turned to 4 jugs when my leading steward, Ronnie, walked through the door! We started talking and the crowd came in. A table of angmohs started singing karaoke [good voice, one of them] and in my intoxicated state, I dared a song too....i fucked it up horribly....so paiseh. Finally forced them to go back although they wanted another drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been drinking too much lately and the sight of alcohol makes my stomach feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a super tiring flight to San Francisco, with horrible passengers who refused to sleep and keep asking for food and drinks even though meal service was just completed, I dragged myself to the Thai joint to meet some of the crew for lunch. Was kinda excited cos I haven't been there before so was hoping for a walk-around. We had big plans, to shop and visit the Golden Gate Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376109479218534850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvHFmZuWcI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/5KNVjJWS6XI/s400/IMG_3134.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after lunch, the girls said they were going shopping, while Siva looked at me and being the alcoholic that he is, asked me if i wanted to get some beers. I chose to go shopping instead......bad choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i happily dragged my tired body to follow the girls, they suddenly all stopped and said to each other, " Ok we see how later!"......the were all seperating!!! I was left pathetically alone, without a clue as to where i was and where i could go. I ended up walking aimlessly with my baby slung ard my neck...trying to find shopping places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376109497562888098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvHGqvW96I/AAAAAAAAA0o/DgJ4qixRxEE/s400/IMG_3141.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a complete wrong turning and found myself in the dangerous part of town, where the African-Americans dominated. I just kept walking and walking, taking in the sights and happenings ard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376109509614372018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvHHXoqBLI/AAAAAAAAA0w/dZoXiSyiiB4/s400/IMG_3151.JPG" border="1" /&gt;My gut feeling told me that it was the wrong place to be. But i kept walking. I instinctively realised that there were "Safe" sides of the road to be on. If you kept on the opp side, or the safe side, you were ok. I chanced upon two cops questioning an old black couple on the streets cos they were selling cigerettes, asking them if they checked the IDs of the youngsters that bought from them. It was kinda scary when the groups of black youngsters were congregating outside the liquor store or convenience store. It was until i went on the street where there was a Gun Store, then i decided to quickly get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376111470122910450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvI5fGUQvI/AAAAAAAAA04/BVC9Ckzegfk/s400/IMG_3162.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i realised what a dangerous street it was to be on. Apparantly in Frisco, you could hear gunshots at night around our hotel. This is actually a very dangerous place to be in. I could hear police sirens at all times of the night; Wan said that the police are very busy people over here......thank God nothing happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I woke up at 2am....lazing around in my room, the girls called for lunch. We went to the Cheesecake Factory at Macy's! Following them, I realised that I was walking along a completely different path the day before, and that was why I couldn't find any shopping places....all hidden here lor. We had a nice lunch, and went shopping! I spent almost US$150....didn't go sight seeing cos we were all so tired in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvI6YwdRxI/AAAAAAAAA1I/XX3tXuGKEXQ/s1600-h/IMG_3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376111485600483090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvI6YwdRxI/AAAAAAAAA1I/XX3tXuGKEXQ/s400/IMG_3180.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvI56-a4II/AAAAAAAAA1A/YLqtHZ0Eg1k/s1600-h/IMG_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376111477605982338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvI56-a4II/AAAAAAAAA1A/YLqtHZ0Eg1k/s400/IMG_3172.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvI67DgafI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/bz4gOe2Kxc0/s1600-h/IMG_3204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376111494807185906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvI67DgafI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/bz4gOe2Kxc0/s400/IMG_3204.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now its 5.30am in the morning and I'm awake already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the girls already have plans to head down to Myeung Dong for shopping when we touch down in Seoul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to eat the bulgogi again!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am seriously overspending on this trip....howhowhow????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-2896434112929153741?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2896434112929153741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=2896434112929153741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2896434112929153741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2896434112929153741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-seoul-to-san-francisco-and-back.html' title='From Seoul to San Francisco..'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SpvHFmZuWcI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/5KNVjJWS6XI/s72-c/IMG_3134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-4588550778881695155</id><published>2009-08-15T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:25:23.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning and turning around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just came back from a Bangalore overnight turn this morning at 6am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reported at 6pm last evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i did a Jarkarta turn and the horrible Bangkok turn before this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wah lau soooooo tiring lor...non stop and didnt rest much. my feet are swollen already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Money very difficult to earn ah. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-4588550778881695155?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/4588550778881695155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=4588550778881695155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4588550778881695155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4588550778881695155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-and-turning-around.html' title='turning and turning around'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-4557530915450065950</id><published>2009-08-13T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:13:22.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robocop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my grandfather is in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he had been feeling unwell of late. giddy, headache, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nausea...everything he ate he vomitted out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;quite alarming cos he's already in his 80s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;everytime i come back from flight recently he always says he still does not feel well. saw three doctors and still the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so a few days ago, he was admitted to hospital. The doctors said his heartbeat is irregular. When i say irregular i mean his heart actually&lt;em&gt; stops beating for a while&lt;/em&gt; and starts again. That is what caused the giddyness cos there wasn't enough oxygen in his body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I asked him if he was pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Charmaine said cos my grandma wasn't here anymore to quarrel with him and keep him on his nerves. Quarrelling makes the heart beat faster, so it should be able to regulate his blood pressure and makes for a healthy body. Har-dee-har-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, he just had an operation this morning. Installed a battery in his body, or pace-maker, to keep the heart beating properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy says now he's Robocop.  -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the jokes we make to ease the tension in these situations.&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/8663374-4557530915450065950?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/4557530915450065950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=4557530915450065950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4557530915450065950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4557530915450065950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/08/robocop.html' title='Robocop'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6363124089679706343</id><published>2009-08-11T21:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:19:48.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking out loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well....recently caught alex holding hands with his new gf; the day before still was msging me and saying he still care and all. What nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly i didn't feel upset or what....felt a bit sad and more disappointed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can he keep acting like he is so pitiful when he is already in the midst of being with another girl? making me look and feel bad when i keep rejecting his "care" and concern". Like i'm so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after so many years, this is the first time i saw it right in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i felt nothing, i knew that it was truely over. and i had finally, finally let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, being human, i felt sucky for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when i'm all alone, i think back on what has happened and the things I have been through while attempting to fight the war of love. True, I have hurt, I have had my heart broken over and over, especally by the ones that i put in the most...but i still find courage to try again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has come to a point where i wish that I could find peace and stop searching for that perfect person. because, for all i know, he might not even exist. But I have been spoilt and have become jaded over the years, that i DO actually know what I want from my other half. Just that the ones that I'm with have a hard time fufilling what I want, cos they don't know what is it. Much as I proclaim that these factors are the ones I ask for, I do come close to admitting that maybe i really &lt;em&gt;don't know what I want at all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, we all have certain expectations of our partner. and sometimes our partner can't read our minds, and we make noise. That's where the arguement starts; more from frustration than anything else, cos both parties don't really know what they want. but if the partner can read minds, then he/she would be making it a profession instead. so how are we expected to understand the other point of view when our own clouds or judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, its tiring to try and understand, or to be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, much as I hate being alone, I can't help but to wonder if all these relationships are the ones that make me lonely in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love having someone to care about, who cares about me in the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i suddenly feel like i need to take a break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;......sometimes, i wouldn't mind going back to being single, just to connect with myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;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/8663374-6363124089679706343?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6363124089679706343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6363124089679706343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6363124089679706343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6363124089679706343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/08/thinking-out-loud.html' title='thinking out loud'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6465963102839914658</id><published>2009-08-11T04:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:55:31.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sooooo tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;slept for about 20 minutes and woke up at 2plus am. At least i think i slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tossed and turned till 4plus and i gave up trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;was supposed to wake at 5.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;got training later...have to do CPR. I think its a cursed subject for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the last time i went for my CPR test i was suffering from a hangover, vomitting the whole night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i had to do the freaking test 5 times before i finally passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my pressure was all wrong, and i think if the dummy was a real person, his ribs would have turned into powder from all my colorful variations of pumping on his chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can actually start preparing for class now lor. slowly have my breakfast and tea...and reach there before anyone else. And i will probably fall asleep in the early afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;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/8663374-6465963102839914658?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6465963102839914658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6465963102839914658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6465963102839914658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6465963102839914658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-awake.html' title='still awake'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7002567432967427767</id><published>2009-08-09T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:34:18.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite song of the moment; Amy Winehouse did a great job in jazzing up the classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The lyrics have great meaning also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Underlying meaning: DOUBT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDXgKIpJyIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDXgKIpJyIk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amy Winehouse - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight you're mine completely&lt;br /&gt;You give your love so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the light of love is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a lasting treasure&lt;br /&gt;Or just a moment's pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Can I believe the magic of your sighs?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight with words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;And you say that I'm the only one, the only one, yeah&lt;br /&gt;But will my heart be broken&lt;br /&gt;When the night meets the morning star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know that your love&lt;br /&gt;Is love I can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now, cause I won't ask again&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&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/8663374-7002567432967427767?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7002567432967427767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7002567432967427767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7002567432967427767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7002567432967427767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/08/will-you-still-love-me-tomorrow.html' title='Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-154534641616199600</id><published>2009-07-30T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:36:56.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why does the sea rush to shore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am sooooo exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;recently life has been a blur; all i remember is working in one draining flight after another, and rushing to balance family events, friend's invites, spending time and sleep. Of cos everything else comes before my own time and sleep. I am soooo lacking in me-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;after that horrible dxb/cai flight, i have become so sian lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;why after so long i still get demotivated so fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;now everything seems wrong, everything goes wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sydney later. Til I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-154534641616199600?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/154534641616199600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=154534641616199600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/154534641616199600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/154534641616199600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-does-sea-rush-to-shore.html' title='why does the sea rush to shore?'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-5986307629508778831</id><published>2009-07-22T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:53:17.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooooooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in love..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYWiABI1BI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ir4ZQgDJjOM/s1600-h/burberry-2009-BU5600.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360997179807290386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYWiABI1BI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ir4ZQgDJjOM/s320/burberry-2009-BU5600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYV3tqF4SI/AAAAAAAAAzA/O-esvZ2Bvb0/s1600-h/1e85d34a5bd78eef1d1abcb476e1e708.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360996453324284194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYV3tqF4SI/AAAAAAAAAzA/O-esvZ2Bvb0/s400/1e85d34a5bd78eef1d1abcb476e1e708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;was flipping through a magazine and saw this new watch from Burberry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have the price, though...should be very expensive lor...haiz. But i think its soooooo nice! Must go see and try the real thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like.....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one's nicer, black or steel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8663374-5986307629508778831?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/5986307629508778831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=5986307629508778831&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5986307629508778831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5986307629508778831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooooooooooo.html' title='ooooooooooo!'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYWiABI1BI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ir4ZQgDJjOM/s72-c/burberry-2009-BU5600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3158265578543316727</id><published>2009-07-22T03:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:51:54.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Purchases</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a quick update on my latest toys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1: Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bought Diana when i was I Hongkong recently! The vintage looking camera and the flash caught my eye! I just had to have it! My pictures didn't come out very nice though.....need more practise......but Diana is sooooo cool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000282202970162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYZWlV6GDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/As6NVFGQyVU/s400/diana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000277312916130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYZWTIByqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/9XIL6fMBC3k/s400/deluxe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2: Panasonic Lumix LX3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally got what I was wishing for!! Its a great camera that takes really great shots, but not very flattering on me though....i don't look very nice when I take pictures of myself with this.....so my relationship with Lulu [that's my name for it] is not yet as fantastic as me and my Baby [my 450D!], but i'm sure we'll get there eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYZXH5_HxI/AAAAAAAAAzo/dbjNnrcC2O0/s1600-h/panasonic-lumix-lx3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000291481100050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYZXH5_HxI/AAAAAAAAAzo/dbjNnrcC2O0/s400/panasonic-lumix-lx3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3: Popcam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most recent purchase from Dubai. Thought it was cute so despite not knowing the lomo way yet, i bought it! Haven't gave it a name yet cause its still in the box and we haven't been introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000291512544818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYZXIBe7jI/AAAAAAAAAzw/NqRtXaK8oQs/s400/popcam_n_826_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep....am into playing with weird cameras now! its a new hobby. Heehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, I bought 6 pairs of shoes today; but that's another story. =)&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/8663374-3158265578543316727?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3158265578543316727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3158265578543316727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3158265578543316727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3158265578543316727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/07/latest-purchases.html' title='Latest Purchases'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SmYZWlV6GDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/As6NVFGQyVU/s72-c/diana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-8014572099281741473</id><published>2009-07-16T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:24:51.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have all the camels gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In dubai now, slacking in my room for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time i went out was to go to the crew room to take loads of sugar for my tea. Finished a book, finished a movie [P.S I love you; you have to catch it. so nice]....just didnt feel very socialble today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt lonely at first, but i don't anymore...suddenly. after praying, everything became ok, and i suddenly realised that i haven't been writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been procrastinating my writing. it stopped after hotstuff; i felt it first at my blog, then at oneshift; then my diaries haven't been touched in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write all the time; when i was happy, when i was sad. I wrote poems when i was younger, which led to lines of depth that described my thoughts and feelings. I copied words of great writers that called out to me, that I could relate to at the particular time and moment. All these were in my many diaries that no one has ever seen. they contained my innermost thoughts and secrets of significant moments of my life that i could not share with anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a vocal person, someone that talks about feelings and moods, and I don't hold back much. But i was always the strong one, always the one that fights back and the one that can handle what life threw at me. I couldn't let people see how weak I was. But writing gave me an outlet to reveal my insecurities and hurts that no one would ever understand. It took away the pain and recorded happy moments. It made me feel so much better, and made me loook at the situation in another light. Although i maintained secrecy, i always wanted to allow pple to know what i've been through and love the words that has given my comfort all through my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also started my fetish with nice notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog was started out of boredom; a need to express as well as indulge in a new technology. But i was stilted, because I still needed to maintain my own right in choosing the information that I wanted to share with certain others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to write. To share my words with the masses, to allow them to reflect and touch them with what I have to say. I loved being in hotstuff, because it was a dream come true for me. Unfortunately, the commercialisation of the industry as well as certain events drained me, and with that, it was gone. The passion, the creativity, the wit; all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that came out, in my blog, in my diaries, were all crap. Something that anyone could do. I used to be able to make people laugh and cry with what I wrote. I couldn't do it anymore. I became lazy and i think i just gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, suddenly, I write this. I can feel it coming back. I want to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be Melissa again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-8014572099281741473?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/8014572099281741473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=8014572099281741473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8014572099281741473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8014572099281741473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-have-all-camels-gone.html' title='Where have all the camels gone?'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-384212080629004409</id><published>2009-07-07T05:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:34:21.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling kinda unsettled...and kinda down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling kinda.....lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355462890344346674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SlJtH9LC9DI/AAAAAAAAAy4/elV7qeLyFaA/s400/f_lonelylovem_96cd432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-384212080629004409?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/384212080629004409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=384212080629004409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/384212080629004409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/384212080629004409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/07/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SlJtH9LC9DI/AAAAAAAAAy4/elV7qeLyFaA/s72-c/f_lonelylovem_96cd432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-5713763823930083928</id><published>2009-07-06T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:03:44.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to work</title><content type='html'>have had a lovely long break that seemed to last forever! Went to bangkok, then hongkong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think i nvr spend enough time with the ones at home. Kinda regret missing FD cos it would have been great being there with the usual suspects....hk wasn't as great as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was short of the right company? Somewhere lost? Hmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway starting work tml early morning....KUL turn out of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-5713763823930083928?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/5713763823930083928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=5713763823930083928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5713763823930083928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5713763823930083928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-work.html' title='back to work'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-5175686313136038986</id><published>2009-06-25T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:51:00.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;am in Johannesburg now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wonder how's everything going back home? it's tough being so far away everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;will be going direct to bangkok when i touchdown on 26th! lots of shopping and some sightseeing [well mostly shopping]!! It's gonna be a great 4 days! i just hope i will remember to bring what i should be bringing cos it would be a rushed packing! gonna be so tired somemore cos no rest after my 10hr flight home....well, last minute plans are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also have to plan my trip to Hongkong for Cedrick's imprompto birthday celebration. wonder if i have enough time to book my flight and hotel lor. already asked charmaine to check for me if she has the time so save me some time also. but also not confirm i going cos of the H1N1 thingy going on there......haiyo headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love making my own decisions without having to ask for permission or fighting to do what I want. Love to make last minute plans without worrying about upsetting anybody or having to have a reason to do what I want to do. Love not having to deal with the insecurity of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.....but now, I have to deal with insecurities of my own. i trust, but i doubt....and that's so sad cos the doubt gnaws at my heart and creates a funny feeling inside....i have to learn to trust again.....but its so hard to ignore lor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;how lidat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-5175686313136038986?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/5175686313136038986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=5175686313136038986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5175686313136038986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5175686313136038986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/06/travelling-frenzy.html' title='Travelling Frenzy'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3539173270839131301</id><published>2009-06-21T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T19:31:55.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;sorry for the long break..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;have had loads of nonsense happening recently...some good, some bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;here's an update. details to come, maybe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;going to bangkok with a loved one! shopping shopping and more shopping...hope this will be a good trip that brings us closer together. it's a make or break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;had a huge quarrel with yenlin...still sad til now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;cedrick's going to Hong Kong to work for 2yrs lor....feels kinda weird cos he's always there these 10years[so long already right?]; gotta get used to him not being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;finally made a break and stuck to it. hope this will be for the better for the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;it's funny how suddenly, you jus realise who are all the pple that really care and stick by you no matter what. it feels great to be loved for me and who I am, no matter how fucked up I can be. with me not being ard most of the time, i realise who is the more important pple in my life, and who i miss the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;there is someone now. but still not sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;i guess i still need some time before i'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;well, gotta go for flight already. back tonight. til then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3539173270839131301?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3539173270839131301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3539173270839131301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3539173270839131301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3539173270839131301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/06/haiz.html' title='haiz...'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6402718377270880396</id><published>2009-05-27T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:30:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry for the long absence....have been really tired recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so many things to do lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i'm sick somemore. plus other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;promise i'll update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-6402718377270880396?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6402718377270880396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6402718377270880396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335417413571945234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/Sgs13pBjoxI/AAAAAAAAAyw/8mrcmK3JR88/s400/gossip-girl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;another four more episodes of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gossipgirlstreaming.com/season-2/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gossip Girl Season 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; available for streaming!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my advice is to start from Season 1 and go all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the bee's knees, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you didn't get the link from me. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-5816003196435934729?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/5816003196435934729/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3983769367025858977</id><published>2009-05-14T04:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:53:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all messed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as i stepped into my room, i looked around....all i see is a big mess; just like my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;thought's a mess, career's a mess, love life's a mess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i just wish i had special powers to make all the mess disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, news of the day is that Terence has tendered to leave Hotstuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;which got me wondering, if i had stayed, would i have had the chance to become editor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously speaking, as much fun as I am having now with the travelling, the extra time, and most importantly, the money, i really miss my old job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;miss the launches, miss the gang, miss being in the know, miss rushing for deadlines, miss having my opinion count, miss the satisfaction of seeing your hard work being published every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;there's no job satisfaction with my job now, only the money at the end of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss the Hotstuff gang, the friendly banter, the freedom to sing loudly at the top of my voice in office when i feel like it, to wear what i want, to change my hair color every three months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss having a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;with everything that's going on now, i feel so empty inside lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what's my purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;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/8663374-3983769367025858977?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3983769367025858977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3983769367025858977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3983769367025858977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3983769367025858977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-messed-up.html' title='all messed up'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2442237047431592371</id><published>2009-04-29T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:08:28.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'round and 'round the mulberry bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so confused recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so...undecided as to what to do and what's the right move to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i said that I would nvr regret what i do....but i eat my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am soooo afraid that I would regret the wrong decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;how how how?!!!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-2442237047431592371?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2442237047431592371/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3334078956407333669</id><published>2009-04-26T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:52:05.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Blossoms, Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will be flying off tonight to Osaka, the place where I went for my first SNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hope to get lots of shopping done, as well as to make full use of my camera cos i heard that its Sakura season!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hope the crew will be nice and bring me out cos i really dunno my way in osaka....there's not much time to explore also...cos less than 24hours lor....still thinking wanna bring cargo or not cos my coat is taking up a lot of space and weight lor. dun wan to lug it all the way! how how?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;have to weigh my options now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;catch you'all when i'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3334078956407333669?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7897379295600473488</id><published>2009-04-24T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:28:02.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh no oh no!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm having writer's block...even before i start anything lor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was supposed to do the first post last week...til now i still havent done it lor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so busy and the mind is not moving like it should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i plan to get intoxicated and write tonight in the wee hours of the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Has always worked for me that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-7897379295600473488?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7897379295600473488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7897379295600473488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7897379295600473488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7897379295600473488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-block.html' title='blog block'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-13904350577016477</id><published>2009-04-13T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:43:00.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombay Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well...i'm back from bombay. and happy to say i didn't get sick from eating the food there.&lt;br /&gt;so i hereby conclude that Delhi is the problem, not India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been really slack recently...having so many days off after flights. have been busy catching up with my friends and pampering myself; indulging in long periods of sleep, doing my nails and hair. feel so lazy. haha. but i really start to enjoy my flights, and anticipate going to the stations. i don't even have to go out, it gives time for much needed sleep and alone time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just tend to get melancholic and think nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am trying to get pictures but my computer doesn't seem to want to read the sd card from my 450d. so that means that if i wan to post my zurich pictures, i have to transfer the pics through my lappie, to my hard disk, and then edit them in in my desktop. Tedious process...so i'll save them for a day when i'm not feeling too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got a new haircut haha. got positive n negative comments though. so i'm still undecided on whether i love it or not. honestly, i do like it, cos its a change, but i dun think it's ME. so hope it grows out soon. and i have to stop myself cutting the stray hairs that drop down....or my whole head will be a fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i just feel like going to somewhere and relax with a nice book and some tea. thinking of a place now. just afraid that the weather would be against me. been weird weather recently in Singapore i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-13904350577016477?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/13904350577016477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=13904350577016477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/13904350577016477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/13904350577016477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/04/bombay-blues.html' title='Bombay Blues'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-4498816298768880199</id><published>2009-04-02T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:45:47.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sollie ah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry for the lack of updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have had four days off since the dubai/istanbul trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was busy going out, doing my nails, doing my hair, going for facial and basically resting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sick lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;packing for auckland tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;update soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-4498816298768880199?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/4498816298768880199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=4498816298768880199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4498816298768880199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4498816298768880199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/04/sollie-ah.html' title='sollie ah...'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-5622033155320631652</id><published>2009-03-24T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:24:24.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最幸福的事 [The Happiest Thing]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVYa26eY5q8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVYa26eY5q8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very very nice song...very sad too.... try to watch the video. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你撐著雨傘　借我那次　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;已經足夠我　記得一輩子&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我懂後來你不是不堅持　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;愛情本來就　沒萬無一失&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;淚水離開了　你的手指&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;那不如讓它　流在這信紙&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我想女孩子　最貼心的是&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;讓愛的人選結束的方式&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chorus:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我最幸福的事　當過你的天使&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;趁鼻酸能掩飾　讓我們像當時擁抱最後一次&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;最幸福的事　吹蠟燭時你總為我許願的手勢&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;為摯愛的人　在左邊心口保留位置　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;是最幸福的事&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可惜愛不是　童話故事　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不能夠永遠　依賴著王子&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;才慢慢認識只剩兩個字　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我怎麼忍心　為難你解釋&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我最幸福的事　當過你的天使&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;趁鼻酸能掩飾　讓我們像當時擁抱最後一次&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;最幸福的事　吹蠟燭時你總為我許願的手勢&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;為摯愛的人　在左邊心口保留位置　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;是最幸福的事&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;那一陣子有你　美的不像現實多高興每一幕都微笑著靜止&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我最幸福的事　牽著你的日子&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;一段愛從開始　直至分開我們都對彼此誠實&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;最幸福的事　對那片海用力大喊永遠的樣子&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;想得起的事　那天和你傻笑著認識&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;是最幸福的事 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-5622033155320631652?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/5622033155320631652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=5622033155320631652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5622033155320631652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5622033155320631652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-very-nice-song.html' title='最幸福的事 [The Happiest Thing]'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-1543046839678032099</id><published>2009-03-24T05:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:42:19.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its 1.22am here, 5.29am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the crew just left my room, after a cooking session and a Gossip Girl:Season 2 marathon. Nope we didn't finish the show. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; left hanging. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. It was quite a good drama. interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;same old story: A sleeps with B, who is also sleeping with C. A finds out, then B finds out A is sleeping with D, and that A's mother is sleeping with E. Complicated? Yup...but nice show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[doesn't exactly happens like that, but close]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway my room in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Angsana&lt;/span&gt; Hotel in Dubai is a suite; hence then kitchen, living room and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; bedroom. we hung out in the living room and cooked instant noodles with sausage and eggs. since it was impromptu, we didn't get more food when we were in Emirates Mall [which is HUGE, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;planning on french toast tomorrow if we can wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;call time is 1.25am tomorrow night, where we will be going to Istanbul. Have already made plans to visit the Blue Mosque and Grand Bazaar. Problem is that, its damn cold in Istanbul, about 5-15 Degrees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Celsius. I wonder how i'm gonna stand the cold since all i brought for the weather was a jacket and scarf. I forgot my thermal! Thank goodness its only one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanted to have a drink but my hotel, unfortunately, is a NON ALCOHOLIC ESTABLISHMENT. Damn. And we were all too lazy to go out, since Gossip Girl got our attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm supposed to be taking this time to think....but i dunno what to think about. i wish i didn't have to make any decision and that the matter would just magically settle on its own. it's so hard. So hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway i am gonna curl up with my book and make myself sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still hungry though. But nothing to eat. Should I take an egg from the tray? But i have to wash up. Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8663374-1543046839678032099?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/1543046839678032099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=1543046839678032099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/1543046839678032099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/1543046839678032099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-dubai.html' title='In Dubai'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-545153299254466589</id><published>2009-03-13T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:39:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts and more thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently there have been many quarrels and many misunderstandings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes its kinda tiring to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;confusion as to what i should do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes the going is good, sometimes bad. its come to a point when i'm numb to the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder; does it come to free will or is it predestined?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God sometimes plays tricks with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i wonder, after so many things, we still forgive each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it meant to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all around me, my friends are having problems left and right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some are familiar, some i hope to God I will never have to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually when u think back, i have been quite lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thank God that I have been strong enough to pick myself up after every fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or i guess i would have long ago chosen to leave this cruel world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder, do we create our own problems? or do they really just keep coming on their own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess positive mindset always helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i'd probably be starting freelancing at Oneshift.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met up with Evan for a chat yesterday, and it was quite a good meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the money's not much, but i was just glad for the oppourtunity to get my brain cells moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have lost my wit and flair, and i really need to get it back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my spelling's not that fantastic recently either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's hope it goes well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well....i guess i have to just sit back and let things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kinda tired to force things already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have to start preparing for flight already....got a Calcutta overnight turn later....gonna be so tired lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-545153299254466589?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/545153299254466589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=545153299254466589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/545153299254466589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/545153299254466589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-and-more-thoughts.html' title='thoughts and more thoughts...'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6174488553133526486</id><published>2009-03-09T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:35:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all men are bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least most of the ones that i've had the fortune to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it all seems so familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all this happened before; twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't forgive or forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he is a fucking wuss. always worried about other pple being upset or angry. never handling the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when will i ever be the priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will die old, ugly and alone.&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/8663374-6174488553133526486?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6174488553133526486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6174488553133526486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6174488553133526486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6174488553133526486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/03/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-8243610365866394768</id><published>2009-03-06T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:12:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>called up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wah lau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just when i tot that i would breeze through the second day of my standby, i got woken up by the dreaded number at 10am this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;called up for Jakarta turn later at 4pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arghhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-8243610365866394768?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/8243610365866394768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=8243610365866394768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8243610365866394768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8243610365866394768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/03/called-up.html' title='called up'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7978345141329176712</id><published>2009-03-04T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:07:41.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where do you find love? If we knew, we would all know where to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all you need is a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="207" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/hqU0Tx93mZ/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="400" src="http://media.imeem.com/v/hqU0Tx93mZ/aus=false/pv=2" height="207" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/andretad/video/PjErIVh0/signs-art-video/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SIGNS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch this. You won't regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-7978345141329176712?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7978345141329176712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7978345141329176712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7978345141329176712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7978345141329176712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs.html' title='SIGNS'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2182349356566194466</id><published>2009-03-01T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:08:36.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Zurich!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am in Zurich now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will be leaving this evening for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so far this short visit has been rather fufilling. there's just something about Europe that brings you to another world altogether. Everyone is traking their time, no one rushing [just walking quickly to get out of the cold], and to add to that, shops close early; sat they closed at 6, and sunday is the rest day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went to central to get the Longchamp Le Pliage bag for my mum [and myself] after much deliberation, and it was CLOSED.....so sad! finally decided top buy then its not open....guess its fate lor...i really wanted to get the LM nylon bag for myself.....! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now i guess i won't be able to get it at all...unless i get another zurich soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway i haven't really decided on the colour for my mum...which one nicer? they have white and cream too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308238213568896434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/Saqmh-7tnbI/AAAAAAAAAyA/VTxd34Ug_YI/s400/1186043799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is the one i wanted to get for myself. very unique. blue or nude, you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SaqmiGSgOgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UIudgUQjJCk/s1600-h/1623471561_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308238215543536130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SaqmiGSgOgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UIudgUQjJCk/s400/1623471561_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SaqmiEkkrEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Q9bIhRTSCNE/s1600-h/1623471555_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308238215082454082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SaqmiEkkrEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Q9bIhRTSCNE/s400/1623471555_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i think this is quite nice too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308238221216937378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SaqmibbJdaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CJQwQ0asarI/s400/51001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway i probably have to wait for while before i can get any one of these... better to check price in Singapore first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shall go rest now. so tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8663374-2182349356566194466?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2182349356566194466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=2182349356566194466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2182349356566194466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2182349356566194466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/03/greetings-from-zurich.html' title='Greetings from Zurich!'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/Saqmh-7tnbI/AAAAAAAAAyA/VTxd34Ug_YI/s72-c/1186043799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7124454043144570206</id><published>2009-02-22T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:21:08.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry for the lack of updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will update later with pictures and commentary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the meantime, here's what's going on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My eyes have healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to Abu Dhabi &amp;amp; went for the desert tour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came back from Abu Dhabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I attended the Porsche World Road Show at Changi Exhibition Centre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Took lots of pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Brisbane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back from Brisbane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kinda short eh? hahah. will elaborate on most of the points soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8663374-7124454043144570206?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7124454043144570206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7124454043144570206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7124454043144570206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7124454043144570206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/02/slow.html' title='slow'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-603506232016061316</id><published>2009-02-07T13:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:52:47.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://archive.leasticoulddo.com/strips/20090202.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 647px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://archive.leasticoulddo.com/strips/20090202.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://archive.leasticoulddo.com/strips/20090206.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 647px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://archive.leasticoulddo.com/strips/20090206.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i love this comic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Visit the site &amp;amp; have a laugh: &lt;a href="http://www.leasticoulddo.com/"&gt;Least I Could Do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Updates Daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8663374-603506232016061316?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6485290087983356739</id><published>2009-02-07T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:31:44.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been grounded since tues cos of my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;stuck in office doing office work till monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;strangely its really relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the routine and standard timing is a refreshing change from my otherwise fast-paced world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the people are really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;no one cares if your lipstick matches your nail polish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i feel i've been around too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't wait to start flying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6588559085377595301</id><published>2009-01-31T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:44:10.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been so sick since i came back from delhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;let me give you the breakdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;28th Jan: 2nd Day, CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up after dozing off despite all the rowdy noise from the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;felt quesiness in stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;went to toilet and vomitted non-stop for almost two hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;decided to see company doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;got a fucking painful jab that was supposed to work immediately but i woke up 4 times in the night to vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;29th Jan: 3rd Day, CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;spent the whole day dragging myself to do the most simplest tasks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;whole body very suan and no strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;kept sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;very weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yenlin and soon tong still jio ktv....i 有心无力...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;30th Jan: 4th Day, CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;blood vessal in eyes burst after excessive vommitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297374734109758370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SYQOQQS906I/AAAAAAAAAxU/4h1TF-QRZ2M/s400/P1060143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;went to take mc to be excused from flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;medically fit for flying; but not aesthetically fit for flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not chio enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i scare myself when looking in the mirror lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;went back to stc to show the company i not bluffing, and got MC til monday, 2nd Feb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;still feel weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;now i have to see if the redness gets better or not, or else i have to do ground work till it gets better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sucks.&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/8663374-6588559085377595301?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6588559085377595301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6588559085377595301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6588559085377595301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6588559085377595301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-sick.html' title='sick sick'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SYQOQQS906I/AAAAAAAAAxU/4h1TF-QRZ2M/s72-c/P1060143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7137205010397573234</id><published>2009-01-27T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:30:59.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm back from Delhi and sitting alone in my room while the whole family is happily gathering at my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm tired and cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;no one cares that i'm not mingling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel strangely detached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-7137205010397573234?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7137205010397573234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i opened my eyes and heard my phone vibrate. Turning it over revealed the most dreaded number to receive on standby day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;got called up for Delhi lor....seems like i can never get away from that country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;reporting tonight at 0035hrs; back on 27th Jan 1545hrs. sucks man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;notice states that India will be celebrating their Republic Day or something. Might have terrorist attacks lor. so crew have to stay in the hotel and be vigilant about evacuation routes and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what a way to start the new year man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-5611610464538808609?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/5611610464538808609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=5611610464538808609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5611610464538808609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/5611610464538808609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/01/wah-lau.html' title='wah lau'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-9022399928365164635</id><published>2009-01-24T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:00:27.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i'm sitting at home in front of the computer, as I have been ever since I woke up today, and suddenly i wonder: why am i home on a saturday night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as i stare expectantly at my non-ringing iPhone, i sigh in acceptance that no one would call me out for drinks as I have rejected so many invitations recently. i realise it now, a bit too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what has become of me? i have friends, but none that would be here now when i want to go out and have a good time. A girl needs to have a chance to dress up and go out to have fun once in a while, but i don't do that anymore. and the worse thing is that i'm not even married yet! But yet, I have shifted into the monotonous lifestyle that many dread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;of cos, i could pick up the phone and call people out, maybe some of the new crew that I have met over these few months; but the thought of having to explain and justify my reasons for going out stops my fingers from pressing the dial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have become home-loving before my time; the worse thing is that i'm not really loving it that much. funny thing is that my face and character makes pple think that i'm a super chiongster; which unfortunately, i'm not. whatever am i going to do with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the blinding truth looms before my eyes, i have become boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-9022399928365164635?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/9022399928365164635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=9022399928365164635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/9022399928365164635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/9022399928365164635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2342234472572151809</id><published>2009-01-22T17:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:09:59.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mykii - brasserie . cafe . desserts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Need a place to chill out with friends? To bring your current love interest? Hanging out with your mistress? Or simply to have good food and drinks in a cool atmosphere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend's wife opened up a great place in Holland Village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCuXIVrvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GWhVm6l0b6c/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294054726224424690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCuXIVrvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GWhVm6l0b6c/s400/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Great food, great ambiance, great place to unwind and just to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Its in Holland V, but not IN Holland V. That's the beauty of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294058364899359746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhGCKQC_AI/AAAAAAAAAwE/K4McInj54x4/s400/P1050918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;with a comfy Mediterranean feel, the whites and blues of the cozy cafe invites intimate chats and comfortable gossip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went down to catch up with yang and chun kiat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294057305718655266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhFEgfsCSI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Vg4-OH9gFIM/s400/P1050934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;here's yang, trying to act cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294058374450649954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhGCt1QG2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/YPNsAIMp2h0/s400/P1050913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TIP: If you need a refreshing drink, try the Iced Lemon Tea. I love it! not the sour plum nonsense you get nowadays; this is real tea. I had three glasses of that. mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhFEao3gmI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Pfaakj4BxdA/s1600-h/P1050960.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294057304146543202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhFEao3gmI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Pfaakj4BxdA/s400/P1050960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;took a picture with two cuties that were there with their mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhFEDYVg5I/AAAAAAAAAvc/nscRjU1LTWw/s1600-h/P1050981.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294057297903190930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhFEDYVg5I/AAAAAAAAAvc/nscRjU1LTWw/s400/P1050981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was time to start eating! We were starving! First stop: Ox-Tail Soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhFD3IcHHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/dJaD_KytWtE/s1600-h/P1050985.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294057294615288946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhFD3IcHHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/dJaD_KytWtE/s400/P1050985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A tad too spicy for my tastes; but everyone knows that i dun even take pepper...it was so tasty i braved the spice and finished up the soup while gobbling down the generous serving of succulent beef chunks. My father would love it lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the main, I had the Beef Bulgogi Panini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCttEBzEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/5k8G1zGzmN4/s1600-h/beef+bulgogi+panini.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294054714932055106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCttEBzEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/5k8G1zGzmN4/s400/beef+bulgogi+panini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wah Lau i tell you hor, the beef just melts in your mouth lor!!!! with the crisp bread enveloping the delicious pan flashed, Korean-spiced beef strips, plus sesame seeds, roasted capsicum and onions, I couldn't get enough of it! Damn shiok! Very korean flavour, i like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*salivating at the memory*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good food invokes the Singlish in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the dishes offered in the menu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thai Fusion Tamarind Glazed Chicken with Glass Noodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCjLMmbgI/AAAAAAAAAu8/4-v2oW9vOMo/s1600-h/tamarind+glazed+chicken+with+glass+noodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294054534042512898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCjLMmbgI/AAAAAAAAAu8/4-v2oW9vOMo/s400/tamarind+glazed+chicken+with+glass+noodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seafood Linguine with Laksa Pesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Chun Kiat has it whenever his wife allows him to sneak food from the kitchen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCjF8NS3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/4NWnRHHuZJY/s1600-h/seafood+linguine+with+laksa+pesto.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294054532631579506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCjF8NS3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/4NWnRHHuZJY/s400/seafood+linguine+with+laksa+pesto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pissaladiere - an open-faced provencale tart dressed with a roasted capsicums, anchovies, olives and onion jam; for the health junkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCjP4pX4I/AAAAAAAAAus/dTgpMM-SOAA/s1600-h/pissaladiere.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294054535300996994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCjP4pX4I/AAAAAAAAAus/dTgpMM-SOAA/s400/pissaladiere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mezze Platter - with three delicious dips; for sharing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCjMhgWyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/lM6CL3zBIVs/s1600-h/mezze+platter.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294054534398630690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCjMhgWyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/lM6CL3zBIVs/s400/mezze+platter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For dessert: Mango &amp;amp; Vanilla Custard Trifle - dessert layered with almond sponge, mango chunks spiked with lime zest and lemongrass. Damn nice lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCi1jEboI/AAAAAAAAAuc/0P3BTGuLknU/s1600-h/mango+%26+vanilla+custard+trifle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294054528231173762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCi1jEboI/AAAAAAAAAuc/0P3BTGuLknU/s400/mango+%26+vanilla+custard+trifle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You HAVE to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294064541861254434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhLptOhlSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/mioXokBmopM/s400/P1050923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More information at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mykii.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.mykii.com.sg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh and it's pronounced as "mee-kai"; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;although you can say "my-kee" to irritate chun kiat if you see him. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Hours: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun - Thurs : 11.30am - 11pm &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ri - Sat : 11.30am - 1am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya there.&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/8663374-2342234472572151809?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXhCuXIVrvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GWhVm6l0b6c/s72-c/IMG_1389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-978943950285159221</id><published>2009-01-22T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:45:49.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXgyMooYP_I/AAAAAAAAAts/BIkdQcRj-I4/s1600-h/f_TheLoveOmenm_74ccd51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294036554620616690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXgyMooYP_I/AAAAAAAAAts/BIkdQcRj-I4/s400/f_TheLoveOmenm_74ccd51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;is there anything in your life that you would give everything to defend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&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/8663374-978943950285159221?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/978943950285159221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=978943950285159221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/978943950285159221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/978943950285159221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/01/thought.html' title='a thought...'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXgyMooYP_I/AAAAAAAAAts/BIkdQcRj-I4/s72-c/f_TheLoveOmenm_74ccd51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-439716534297648258</id><published>2009-01-19T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:43:08.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have finally bought what I have been lusting after for a while!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought a Canon EOS 450D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292984322035605650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXR1Moyk4JI/AAAAAAAAAtM/zOjCmfK5xCU/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Canon EOS 450D - Features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;• 12.2 Megapixel CMOS sensor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;• Canon’s EOS Integrated Cleaning System &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;• 3.5 frames per second • 3.0” LCD with Live View shooting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;• 9-point wide-area AF system with f/2.8 cross-type centre point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;• Picture Style image processing parameters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;• DIGIC III image processor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;• Digital Photo Professional RAW processing software1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;• Compact and Lightweight body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;• Fully compatible with all Canon EF and EF-S lenses and EX-series Speedlites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so happy; though the heart still a bit pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;no more blurred shots with funny coloring; no more pixelated nonsense; no more angry deletion of CMI pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me while i make friends with my new toy.&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/8663374-439716534297648258?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/439716534297648258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=439716534297648258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/439716534297648258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/439716534297648258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/01/latest-toy.html' title='Latest Toy'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SXR1Moyk4JI/AAAAAAAAAtM/zOjCmfK5xCU/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2868408247302908580</id><published>2009-01-16T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:37:14.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm back from Beijing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;just woke up after a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;met jimmy in the airport for some breakfast; and guess what? we bumped into my batch boy kai &amp;amp; gf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haven't seen him for such long time! and that no heart bastard never even try to meet up with us lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;now getting ready to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-2868408247302908580?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2868408247302908580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=2868408247302908580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2868408247302908580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2868408247302908580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired.html' title='tired..'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-942544420207765988</id><published>2009-01-15T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:08:08.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freezing in beijing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's 4.52am in beijing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;just reached here at 12plus am and its fucking cold here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;last clocked temperature is -8 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm using the free internet in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the only downside is that its accessible only through the keyboard provided, with the TV as the monitor. the keyboard mouse is a pain to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, the hotel is really beautiful; the big spacious bathroom, with a king sized bed, an office area, and a lounging sofa, makes it one of the best hotels i've stayed in so far! check it out, the Grand Millenium Beijing. damn chio lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just came back an hour ago from a gathering in the crew room with five others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;we had fun just hanging out and drinking a few beers. it was a bit boring, to admit; but seldom you see crew so on nowadays...we actually wanted to go to the hotel bar but it was closed already; and it is too cold to venture out to any pub. so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well....alex went to choing lor...didn't find out till i called like a zillion times before he picked up....i was so angry lor. still dun trust him on his own leh...maybe cos i'm so far away he can do anything and i probably wun know about it. i dun have his kind of contacts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;do you know his "friend" actually saw me out with another guy? i was out with a girl lor...i can't believe he would still get regular reports as to where i've been spotted. and the bulk of his news isn't even true. so free all these people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well....i'm waiting for my room service to come...so hungry now.y plan is to sleep late and wake late tml so i will have enough energy for the overnight flight back tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;actually its really tiring to keep the hours i have to keep nowadays...you have to plan your every move so that it can match with the time that you have to start getting ready for the flight back...i'm really tired, and i get quite lonely and bored sometimes. not surprising i'd rather stay home whenever i'm back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;at least there's something to look forward to when i get back. my batch boy, jimmy, is landing at almost the same time as me on friday! so we have planned to meet inside the terminal to have breakfast! i'm aiming for the thai food, have a craving for pineapple rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, after writing so much crap, my food isn't here yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;shall go watch tv till it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7389655348977935052</id><published>2009-01-08T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:16:16.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paris was awfully cold and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; feel my ears after the wind came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I experienced my first snowfall though; a light one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not as I expected, cos it was wet and slushy and it made the roads muddy and slippery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it wasn't very white after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanted to do the touristy thing and visit the Eiffel tower but no one brought me there...=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;we ended up doing the touristy thing and went to visit Louis Vuitton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;did i enjoy it? too short and too cold for a verdict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;expensive place though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-7389655348977935052?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7389655348977935052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7389655348977935052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7389655348977935052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7389655348977935052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-from-paris.html' title='Back from Paris'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-7493329170465922200</id><published>2009-01-01T16:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:45:56.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to a better year for all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Year 2008 was a long and tedious year for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2008, I experienced so much more than combined from the previous years of my life.I can feel myself age and mature, as I fall hard and pull myself out of the dirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2008, I got my degree, and made my parents proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyVFlw2V-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/uxAan9uh7zY/s1600-h/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263985895004130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyVFlw2V-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/uxAan9uh7zY/s400/grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2008, I joined HOTstuff magazine, and it changed my life. The HOTstuff family gave me much laughter and friendship, I don't know what I would do without anyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyVFYK_TpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/yFz82CL35VQ/s1600-h/hotstuff+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263982246547090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyVFYK_TpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/yFz82CL35VQ/s400/hotstuff+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; In 2008, I made many acquaintances, that each brought a bit of their own character into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyVFIf7LmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/QbjGuzbjvhs/s1600-h/friends_hotstuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263978039389794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyVFIf7LmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/QbjGuzbjvhs/s400/friends_hotstuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; In 2008, I mixed fun into my work, and with the help of friends, work was more enjoyable, no matter how bad the conditions were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyVE2LEcHI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BuaETKqABBs/s1600-h/Ah+Tong+and+the+Rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263973120077938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyVE2LEcHI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BuaETKqABBs/s400/Ah+Tong+and+the+Rest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUubAJORI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KgrX5EabksI/s1600-h/peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263587869374738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUubAJORI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KgrX5EabksI/s400/peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; In 2008, I fufilled one of my childhood dreams, and worked hard for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUuI9tuSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qifBDwx4Xkg/s1600-h/columnpics.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263583027345698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUuI9tuSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qifBDwx4Xkg/s400/columnpics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2008, I experienced many new things, and went to places that not many could say that they have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUuLGpgbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/IRFy2-3PKvA/s1600-h/newfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263583601689010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUuLGpgbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/IRFy2-3PKvA/s400/newfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; In 2008, I loved and lost, and suffered many disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286268209275401938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyY7bFM9tI/AAAAAAAAAs0/JpRCVo1pwf0/s400/past.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In 2008, I made a big move and started living my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUt1heZCI/AAAAAAAAArk/pnx6URVJYR8/s1600-h/travels.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263577808626722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUt1heZCI/AAAAAAAAArk/pnx6URVJYR8/s400/travels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUZjJ7IsI/AAAAAAAAArc/6oIsfB6m91E/s1600-h/sq.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263229280625346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUZjJ7IsI/AAAAAAAAArc/6oIsfB6m91E/s400/sq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2008, I met a lot of people that flited through, leaving joy in their wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUZGfzrlI/AAAAAAAAArU/B2mF2JBSjvQ/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286273981844105202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyeLbk1J_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/ImkIMu39-y8/s400/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In 2008, I made new best friends, as well as rejoiced with the old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUYzrIS_I/AAAAAAAAArM/fsvflGXc_lo/s1600-h/newloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263216534998002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUYzrIS_I/AAAAAAAAArM/fsvflGXc_lo/s400/newloves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUYkPPo7I/AAAAAAAAArE/2OTCaox8NOY/s1600-h/forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263212391506866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUYkPPo7I/AAAAAAAAArE/2OTCaox8NOY/s400/forever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; In 2008, I found more of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUYYo8R8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-iw1IahNwPY/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286263209278064578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyUYYo8R8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-iw1IahNwPY/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a breeze, but since I got through this year, I will make it for the next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8663374-7493329170465922200?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/7493329170465922200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=7493329170465922200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7493329170465922200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/7493329170465922200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2009/01/cheers-to-better-year-for-all.html' title='Cheers to a better year for all'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVyVFlw2V-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/uxAan9uh7zY/s72-c/grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2868294581861827911</id><published>2008-12-29T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:06:39.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....here i go again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i got called up for beijing tomorrow morning; reporting at 6.45am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick up is at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;at least it disrupted my Columbo turn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;back on 31st night.&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/8663374-2868294581861827911?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2868294581861827911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=2868294581861827911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2868294581861827911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2868294581861827911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-i-go-again.html' title='.....here i go again.'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6204418764308591534</id><published>2008-12-29T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:05:46.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....any more coincidences?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday i was doing boarding [called up for Jakarta] and as I was helping a female passenger put her cabin bag up, her luggage tag dropped and dangled it front of my face, with big black letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IVANA LIM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where I heard that one before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks ah, chun kiat.&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/8663374-6204418764308591534?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6204418764308591534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6204418764308591534&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6204418764308591534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6204418764308591534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/any-more-coincidences.html' title='.....any more coincidences?'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-9178698940737798145</id><published>2008-12-29T15:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:44:03.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the benefit of those who claim they do not go through Facebook pictures, here are my shots in Amsterdam. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SViASfye85I/AAAAAAAAAq0/_LsD3Y595AM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285115217978520466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SViASfye85I/AAAAAAAAAq0/_LsD3Y595AM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; canals after canals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_37i2_eI/AAAAAAAAAqs/daV7RvqvraI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285114761572711906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_37i2_eI/AAAAAAAAAqs/daV7RvqvraI/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_3nDt_2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/1bZfHbK0zNA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285114756073389922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_3nDt_2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/1bZfHbK0zNA/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to iceskate but no kaki...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_3diLl2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/5Wa9Z-8Yeks/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285114753516803938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_3diLl2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/5Wa9Z-8Yeks/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; visited the wooden clog factory and windmills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_3E7Ow_I/AAAAAAAAAqM/0V4YKX_4LHU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285114746910983154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_3E7Ow_I/AAAAAAAAAqM/0V4YKX_4LHU/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; dun buy anything from there.....bluff my money only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_egrvcBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/I1Qp1T_DlgA/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285114324865478674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_egrvcBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/I1Qp1T_DlgA/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_eiz1TbI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HyPej8nXJT0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285114325436288434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_eiz1TbI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HyPej8nXJT0/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_ejmVPJI/AAAAAAAAAp0/3CvVWAQViyU/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285114325648096402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_ejmVPJI/AAAAAAAAAp0/3CvVWAQViyU/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_eGwNLHI/AAAAAAAAAps/1uHc5hDhD14/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285114317904882802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVh_eGwNLHI/AAAAAAAAAps/1uHc5hDhD14/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i really loved it, the sights, the view, the feel of old european culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;highly recommended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-9178698940737798145?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/9178698940737798145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=9178698940737798145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/9178698940737798145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/9178698940737798145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/amsterdam.html' title='Amsterdam!'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SViASfye85I/AAAAAAAAAq0/_LsD3Y595AM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3627215625837629536</id><published>2008-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:18:56.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVSEzyUOfMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AAT-O6uOmig/s1600-h/Merry-Christmas-with-tree.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVSEzyUOfMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AAT-O6uOmig/s1600-h/Merry-Christmas-with-tree.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVSEzyUOfMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AAT-O6uOmig/s1600-h/Merry-Christmas-with-tree.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283994288027237570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVSEzyUOfMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AAT-O6uOmig/s400/Merry-Christmas-with-tree.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3627215625837629536?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3627215625837629536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3627215625837629536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3627215625837629536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3627215625837629536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SVSEzyUOfMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AAT-O6uOmig/s72-c/Merry-Christmas-with-tree.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-4767209519142491129</id><published>2008-12-22T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:57:19.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>packing my bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taipei temperature forecast for next three days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tue 18°C - 17°C&lt;br /&gt;Wed 20°C - 17°C&lt;br /&gt;Thu 19°C - 17°C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;will be rainy, and is the beginning of winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;should i bring a thicker jacket? cos i'm so afraid of the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;or should i bring long sleeves and a jacket; but i dun own a mid-range jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;should i bring my new yellow mango cotton trench? but i scared i look too dressed-up, cos have to match with boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's very question-mark weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have no idea what to pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i don't have much time left to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i should just bring a bit of each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-4767209519142491129?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/4767209519142491129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=4767209519142491129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4767209519142491129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4767209519142491129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/packing-my-bags.html' title='packing my bags'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2007850577223201427</id><published>2008-12-21T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:30:00.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's starting to feel a bit like Christmas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just back from a Denpasar turn...and its off to Taipei tomorrow night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;will be spending Christmas eve there, and flying back on Christmas Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I haven't been feeling the Christmas spirit for a while now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But am still a bit excited about counting down in Taipei, even though i can't spend it with my loved ones. Will be flying there with some of the crew that did the turn today! it was a great flight, and we all worked well together! we clicked and had fun. too bad can't go with the same crew tomorrow...~ but some were quite enthu; said that we should sleep the whole day, and go for the countdown and celebrate til call time. Siao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't wait to go shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-2007850577223201427?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2007850577223201427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=2007850577223201427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2007850577223201427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2007850577223201427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-starting-to-feel-bit-like-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s starting to feel a bit like Christmas..'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-4741685318507544478</id><published>2008-12-17T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:50:38.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep "I'm going here" and "i'm back".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, back from Fukuoka. Short trip, but managed to do some Christmas shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;got some stuff from agnès b for pressies. so cheap there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280786070213631682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/SUke87nqHsI/AAAAAAAAAoA/SoN4O-ynZ74/s400/photo277sv6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;*pic from another blog. will post pics of mine when i get it done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;got this bag charm with turquiose crystals! three of them for me, charmaine and yenlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;its so gorgeous! and i got a keychain for alex too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;update when i have the strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a bad flight back. stupid chief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-4741685318507544478?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/4741685318507544478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-602312109717287101</id><published>2008-12-14T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:37:25.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Upset....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was praying so hard I would get a turn for my standby.....so that I could be there on that day for him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but this morning, that fateful call made me so upset....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i got called up for Fukoka, and will be back only on that day itself; meaning i will miss the eve and most of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i had so much planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate disappointments. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-602312109717287101?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/602312109717287101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=602312109717287101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/602312109717287101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/602312109717287101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-upset.html' title='So Upset....'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-8663815302666891562</id><published>2008-12-13T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:33:05.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm back from Male, Maldives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i forgot my passport and had to go all the way home to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-8663815302666891562?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/8663815302666891562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=8663815302666891562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8663815302666891562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/8663815302666891562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-from-male-maldives.html' title=''/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-3653174332158992579</id><published>2008-12-09T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:19:51.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/ST4b53FqC-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/T85lESYbOg0/s1600-h/happy_birthday.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277686494178970594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/ST4b53FqC-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/T85lESYbOg0/s400/happy_birthday.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks for all the well wishes and birthday greetings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-3653174332158992579?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/3653174332158992579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=3653174332158992579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3653174332158992579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/3653174332158992579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-my-day.html' title='It&apos;s My Day'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/ST4b53FqC-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/T85lESYbOg0/s72-c/happy_birthday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6157255421378486297</id><published>2008-12-06T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:50:20.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, and they are right when they say alcohol is a depressant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;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/8663374-6157255421378486297?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6157255421378486297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6157255421378486297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6157255421378486297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6157255421378486297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-and-they-are-right-when-they-say.html' title=''/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-6063844487586170649</id><published>2008-12-06T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:49:26.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Brisbane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's 12.42am in Brisbane now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm blogging cos I managed to get possession of the computer in the crew room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm tired and had four Heinekens, so am a bit slow on the keyboard now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;its saturday and i'm stuck in brisbane with nothing to do but grab free internet access.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the crew is so boring....all they want to do is sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i went out to buy food and i saw this cool looking club with awesome dance music blasting out of the doors. but i had to kuai-ly follow the rest and went back to the room to nurse my beers while watching The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, which is quite a cool show btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;am a bit intoxicatedly high together with a fucked up keyboard so typing very slow now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i probably would go out to have a walk in a while to soak up brisbane since i am apparantly friendless cos no ones's msging me on msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;such a waste to spend saturday night cooped up in a room, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, i feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-6063844487586170649?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/6063844487586170649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=6063844487586170649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6063844487586170649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/6063844487586170649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/greetings-from-brisbane.html' title='Greetings from Brisbane'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-2333272147309826219</id><published>2008-12-05T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:03:31.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbo Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh no oh no oh no oh no.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was sitting in my dad's stream last night, ready to drive off, turned the ignition, sat and enjoyed the blast of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aircon&lt;/span&gt;, put it to "drive", released the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;footbrake&lt;/span&gt; and stepped on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accelerator&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;....with no response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;after much meddling, I was just about to give up when......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised I hadn't started the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT OF MY SHORT LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to get my brains moving. STAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663374-2333272147309826219?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/2333272147309826219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=2333272147309826219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2333272147309826219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/2333272147309826219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/bimbo-alert.html' title='Bimbo Alert'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663374.post-4275096970882661756</id><published>2008-12-03T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:48:54.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/STZV9vciQRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/o-dWOiH4KQ8/s1600-h/P1050788+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275498532707647762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/STZV9vciQRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/o-dWOiH4KQ8/s400/P1050788+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/STZSh-DNONI/AAAAAAAAAno/HleV3RTyL-Y/s1600-h/P1050788.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Love Amsterdam!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;details and pictures to follow soon! promise!&lt;/span&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/8663374-4275096970882661756?l=prosperin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/feeds/4275096970882661756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8663374&amp;postID=4275096970882661756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4275096970882661756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8663374/posts/default/4275096970882661756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosperin.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-amsterdam.html' title='Amsterdam Rocks!'/><author><name>prosperin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e245/prosperin/28022006003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98bSIgrkvvo/STZV9vciQRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/o-dWOiH4KQ8/s72-c/P1050788+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
