<?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-25516329</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:42:20.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ xiang_er ~</title><subtitle type='html'>Living through the seconds of the minutes in the hours of a day in the weeks of the months in the years...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-116156837622868672</id><published>2006-10-23T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:01:37.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*re-location*</title><content type='html'>if you are still staring at this.. *sigh..&lt;br /&gt;i've moved already liao lei..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-116156837622868672?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/116156837622868672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=116156837622868672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/116156837622868672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/116156837622868672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/10/re-location.html' title='*re-location*'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115928419254693967</id><published>2006-09-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:51:30.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>131st and the last</title><content type='html'>thestoryboardofmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115928419254693967?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115928419254693967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115928419254693967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115928419254693967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115928419254693967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/131st-and-last.html' title='131st and the last'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115902751456168771</id><published>2006-09-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:07:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a turning point</title><content type='html'>i was at whynot last evening.. the crowd was boring and not much people were dancing on the floor; the DJ was a failure.. but i managed to pick-up a few gays last night, chatted with one regular, paid my sincerest compliments.. i was quite generous with my compliments i think.. hahaa... they dragged me on the platform and we danced and then i got dragged onto the pole platform.. haha.. i didnt know how i looked.. but i know i wouldnt be able to get enough attention.. haha.. even with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1095).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281095%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt super safe and so i wore what i have kept in my wardrobe for 2 years.. haha.. Thanks Wendy.. it's such a lovely piece.. haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khaki and myself were sitting at maxwell market when khaki asked me about seah.. when was the last time i saw seah? i pondered for a long moment and remembered that it was when evelyn, gerald and myself were out for dinner that one fine saturday weeks ago.. i must have met with don very often that i just totally somehow forgotten about seah.. haha.. he doesnt look like one who has time for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i gave him a tinkle when khaki urged me to call him and asked where he was.. he swung by pretty fast to have supper.. 93 prawn mee.. i dont really think that it is nice but it's like everyone is raving about it? i think hungry tummies dont evaluate too much.. haha.. i dont think he can take spicy stuff too well, i poured the entire dish of chilli powder and ba-la-jian chilli into his soup and well.. it's a bit over spiced.. haha.. seah asked why i looked down and depressed and i could breathe a word to him that it's just about himself and don.. the choice isnt easy.. and i dont want to regret my decision a little later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1097).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281097%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the one with the very spicy prawn mee soup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat there clueless until i voiced out that i wanted to go to esplanade to get a breath of air.. i didnt want the night to end so fast with him around.. i just didnt know what we should and can do but i just wanted him near last night.. i was actually contemplating a nice, long and warm hug before i would take a walk away from him.. but it didnt happen.. haha.. on we hopped into a cab and we zipped over.. khaki was just following behind us while we walked over the water's edge and sat there.. the land breeze was great.. the cool wind felt great on my skin and definitely did wonders for my mood for that night.. i felt that i was being relieved, forgiven and revived.. i've never felt so good for a very long time already.. we sat there for a while before khaki decided to leave us there alone.. i continued with my sprawled on the railing while getting the best of the view and the wind.. haha.. i think i must have bored the shit out of seah but i just really like sitting there.. there was this other edge that could fit our butts and we stepped over the railing and sat there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1100).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281100%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; footies again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon we were reeled in by the CISCO guards.. haha.. dangerous.. i think they would believe us if we just told them our ages.. hahaa.. anyway.. we spent the entire night there.. just plain chatting away.. i think i must have been distracted by the wind and the view.. it isnt the prettiest thing in the world, but i love the esplanade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1105).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281105%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1102).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281102%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it should be about 06150hrs when we left esplanade, we headed over to One Fullerton to use the bathroom and to grab some food.. i love the walk over.. the wind in my hair and skin.. it's pure bliss.. we met a few morning joggers and dog walkers.. the look in their eyes reflected a sense of certain disbelief that we have stayed out all night.. and how crazily dating this couple must be.. haha.. i share this certain disbelief.. i couldnt believe that we sat there for the entire night and chatted away.. there were issues that i wanted to bring up, talk about but i just didnt know how to start and where to start.. anyway.. we strolled over to Lau Pa Sat and grabbed a drink there before stoning about what next we should do.. I wasnt able to go home because it would be pretty obvious that i stayed out last night.. haha.. and his brillant idea was to bring me back home too.. i went back with him.. i'm half concerned about what would happen back at his place and half worried that it might lead to my decision of a choice that i am not able to make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was snoring when i accidentally chanced upon this.. cornycorncorner.. in his T41.. i sat there in shock and disbelief.. first thing that came to my mind was that Xiang has shared my blog with him.. i was partial furious and partial in state of guilt.. furious that my privacy was breeched and guilty that i have subjected him to unneccessary stress and truths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC..&lt;br /&gt;apologies.. i am so sleepy now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115902751456168771?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115902751456168771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115902751456168771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115902751456168771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115902751456168771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/turning-point.html' title='a turning point'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115897216946454999</id><published>2006-09-23T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:01:37.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept 23, 0830hrs</title><content type='html'>IT personnels cant be trusted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feels damn weird..i'm blogging right from your seat where you are reading my blog.. i dont know how you managed to get my blog address but i think it isnt that very difficult too as we only have one common link..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this would somehow explain about the 6th sense thing and how it wouldnt be as much as what i thought it would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am somehow confused now.. i am supposed to be able to say and write and post and do anything i want to online but now i feel like i am much restricted.. maybe letting me fiddle with your T41 isnt a good idea.. i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.. i must thank you for keeping up all last night and stan sure knows how to excuse himself.. haha.. hmm.. i am a bit lost of words now and maybe by now you should be feeling the same too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115897216946454999?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115897216946454999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115897216946454999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115897216946454999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115897216946454999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/sept-23-0830hrs.html' title='Sept 23, 0830hrs'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115885549094308424</id><published>2006-09-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:49:47.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 2351hrs</title><content type='html'>a few updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, mrs teo is having a bulging tummy and she is getting so cute being pregnant, i bet kor must be as thrilled as she is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second.. happy birthday korkor!! may your birthday be blessed and filled wonderous joys and cheers!! a few more years and you'll have your little kiddo singing happy birthday to you!! isnt it exciting?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth.. i'm getting jealous.. i've been left out because i am too busy.. but it seems like all's informed except for me.. yeah.. i bet it must be ttc again.. oh well.. i've nothing more to add.. ttc and me.. the choice of company is obvious.. i'll have to understand i think.. anyway.. it doesnt seemed important anymore.. and, the kampung has seemed to grown.. maybe i am in my own world again, but from a mere 6, it has grown to about 20 people!? haha.. i dont know.. i've moved out of the kampung already it seems.. anyway.. the people who are important to me are still in touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;works for ISPACE has started.. it's slow but it's moving along.. i'm currently the official admin girl of the meetings and stress has started to build.. i'm just keeping my fingers crossed each time i step into AC's room (AC is my Executive Director) to show him the minutes or the changes done to the work schedule... so far it's been great but i hope his good temper keeps up.. i wonder when we will be moving onsite.. i wouldnt mind!! it's at science centre!! haha.. i'm guaranteed of decent rest, even after late nights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still helping Cephas (this is my account manager) tabulate some costs but these have to wait as i figure the minutes first.. Canon is next up.. Sentosa maybe.. Transtec at GT would still most probably be in my care.. i've been relieved of Nissan at motorshow this year.. but hopefully the rest of the Nissan roadshow i would be able to be able to attend.. Between Canon, Sentosa, Nissan roadshows.. I think i would be really torn between Sentosa and my travelling Nissan kit.. I think it would be a big part to chew offf, but i want to do both! all my 4 Nissan shows and Sentosa's new concept store..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i am not going to work my butt off now, when would it be the time to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chosen to play my part for my team for pool and i hope i wouldnt be much of a shame tomorrow evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished coffee with wu, kor and mrs, i sure feels like the good old days except that we are missing ZP and girl.. but i dont know, does it really make a difference now? coffee with the familiar faces always is a good thing, and boy dont they enjoy bugging me! this time round, it's my TP.. DAMN!! i'm so determined to make it good first time round!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. clock struck 0011hrs already! time for snoozing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115885549094308424?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115885549094308424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115885549094308424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115885549094308424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115885549094308424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-2351hrs.html' title='it&apos;s 2351hrs'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115867653410435655</id><published>2006-09-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:35:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th sense</title><content type='html'>actually.. i've been trying quite hard to keep my distance with seah.. but there's something that keeps me drawn to him each time.. i dont know if i have to take it to the extreme of deleting him from my msn again.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was quite weird last evening when we chatted.. and i asked him why just before i logged off.. he asked if i had anything to say to him and i was shell shocked.. i didnt know how he managed to do that.. i dont know what he wanted to hear from me too.. but i wanted to tell him that all might not be good with us anymore.. anyway.. isnt it scary when you haven't breathe a word and someone knows that there's something? i dont know if it's called telepathy, but it freaked the hell out of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him for dinner soon before I-Space starts and he seems to be quite nonchalant about it and here's the sms conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anyway, i just wanted to ask you for dinner because someone still owe me my prawns!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chey.. i thought what tua dai ji leh.. you scare i run abroad and dont come back meh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not you, me.. haha.. blah blah (something i forgot)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"seriously, are you harbouring thoughts that we should soon stop communicating with each other totally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt reply this sms.. i was much spooked and shocked.. honestly.. i know the answer to that question but i just didnt know how to break it to him.. or maybe i am the one who is not wanting to let go.. i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am sitting on this chair.. the chair is about to give way but i am just sitting on it refusing to let go and hope that it would be ok again.. but sometimes, i feels like it's better that i just got up and take a seat at another chair which gives me better security..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, now, the situation looks like it's all going to end.. the chair will give way soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115867653410435655?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115867653410435655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115867653410435655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115867653410435655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115867653410435655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/6th-sense.html' title='6th sense'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115867572993317569</id><published>2006-09-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:22:09.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footies @ Essential Brew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1087).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281087%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Dondon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115867572993317569?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115867572993317569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115867572993317569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115867572993317569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115867572993317569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/footies-essential-brew.html' title='Footies @ Essential Brew'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115858299662391479</id><published>2006-09-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:36:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*click click</title><content type='html'>Just reached home after dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's vegetarian sheng mian is quite terrible, the noodles tasted like it had been soaked in the sauce for way too long and it's gotten so googey... But anyway, i finished it; partially hungry and also, i didnt want to waste the food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sleepy now. After last evening's dinner with Wu, we went for a drink at Club Street. He promised that it would be an early night, and it's going to be latest 2330hrs that i get home, but i think we left at 2330hrs.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure miss drinking with him and the boys, but sometimes, his company is enough and sufficient, without having the boys around. Xing-ye was around last night, he has this style that is like Tony's.. Totally disgusting.. Although i didnt like his longer hair back then, and i do prefer his new haircut, it irks me so much that it reminds me about Tony.. Nothing against him but it's about a level higher, or lower, whichever tickles your fancy.. Fabulous serves Heinken, that's something new.. I've not been to a pub which serves up Heinkein instead of Carlsberg or Tiger.. I aint a particular fan of Tiger or Calsberg and Heinken is much better for my palette.. I dont think i drank too much, beer always gives me the super bloated feeling and it makes you so uncomfy if you are not able to burp the gas out.. I think i had a maximum of 4 rock glasses, and i didnt feel a thing, not enough buzz to make me want to sleep and be able to rest well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think drinking with Wu is different now but it's better i think now.. Or maybe it's just me missing drinking with him that is making up for the things that i wasnt able to stand.. Last night was a great evening, it's more relaxed at the pub, less crowd and thus less stress.. I can totally just chill there.. I listened to Wu sang a few songs, not over the microphone but as he sat beside me, he hummed and chorused the few songs that we requested for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once.. after these few months of hardwork and stress, i feel happy.. I'm happy that i have him around me.. As a friend, as a big brother, as a confidente, or just plain a guy sitting beside me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah Wu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115858299662391479?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115858299662391479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115858299662391479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115858299662391479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115858299662391479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/click-click.html' title='*click click'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115855636078190304</id><published>2006-09-18T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T13:29:22.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchtime</title><content type='html'>It's lunchtime and i'm stealing some time to pen this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a fellow stomper at Plaza Singapura on saturday. He bought the tickets to watch The Banquet. It's a lovely show; the cast, the prop set, the graphics, the screenplay, the costumes.. Oooo... It just major melts me.. I love a really nice Oriental, dynasty flick... But my company isnt that a wonderful match...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond. He has a nice kitty and it's all that i totally adore about him.. His cat.. But i think i've gotten more than i have bargained for... Anyway, i managed to drop him at about 8pm when i met Don for dinner and coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don came over to Taka to look for me... Grabbed dinner at Cafe Cartel and then headed over to Essential Brew for drinks... Essential brew has one of the nicer furnished floor sitting space, like TCC... Both of us just basically slumped against the wall and chatted the night away.. It must have been like 1am or 2am when i got home.. The bike ride was so chilly.. Spag top and cold night winds do not go together.. Bbbrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seah smsed me right after i confirmed dinner and drinks with Don and i was feeling a bit torn about meeting him or Don, yes.. even after i have confirmed my meeting with Don.. Haha.. But in the end, i decided to just go with Donny boy.. I dont know what is going on between the 2 of us... Don and me... Me and Seah.. But i now know that i might be more comfortable with Don.. Letting Seah go is just another issue that i would have to face.. Maybe letting Stan know about Don would somehow bring Seah to light about it.. But.. Seah already knows about Don.. Haha.. Anyway.. I'm not going to be much bothered about it for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paws are going to be packed with work!!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115855636078190304?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115855636078190304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115855636078190304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115855636078190304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115855636078190304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/lunchtime.html' title='Lunchtime'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115854683834953312</id><published>2006-09-18T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:33:58.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest release...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I-Space Exhibition (Opening in December 2006)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I-Space Exhibition is a state-of-the-art exhibition with the aim to create a sustained buzz on the subject of infocomm technology. The exhibition will feature all the latest development in infocomm technology that pervades all areas of our lives. Visitors can try using infocomm technology at the exhibition for communication, to create an artwork, to attend a music concert or even read a virtual newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My life = No life.. From now till December 1...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115854683834953312?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115854683834953312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115854683834953312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115854683834953312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115854683834953312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/latest-release.html' title='Latest release...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115832369396186170</id><published>2006-09-15T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:34:53.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why i should stay single..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 reasons why singlehood is better than married life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(it isnt a case of  sour grapes...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1:&lt;br /&gt;You have a better body. We've all been there-you get into a relationship, and suddenly you're trying out new recipes all the time and cuddling instead of exercising. Well, things tend to get worse with marriage. A recent Cornell University study found that women generally gain five to eight pounds in the first few years of marriage and unhappily married women gain an average of 54 pounds in the first 10 years. For the unmarried, though, the motivation to stay slim remains: "Singles look at themselves through the eyes of others and want to be attractive to potential partners," says Susan Davis, Ph.D., a clinical psychologist in New York City, "so they're still 'working on themselves.'" In short, being single is way better than any New Year's resolution or exercise DVD to motivate you to stay in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2:&lt;br /&gt;You're more likely to achieve great things.It's amazing what you can accomplish when you have the time, the quiet and the lack of familial responsibilities. In fact, your premarital motivation to excel in life may be biologically programmed. According to a study conducted at the London School of Economics and Political Scientists, male scientists who stay single longer peak in their careers later in life and tend to be more productive than their married counterparts. Researchers theorize that men, in general, may show off their talents to win the interest of women and then, once they've won a wife, get comfortable and do less. In fact, studies have shown that testosterone levels, which boost action, decrease after a man gets married and has children. So single folk should know they are primed to achieve - whether that means turbo-charging their careers or honing their rock-climbing skills - and get out there and work it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3:&lt;br /&gt;You do less housework.You know that saying about a tree falling in a forest and there's no one there to hear it? Well, if you leave a sock on the floor but there's no one else there to see it, does it really need to be picked up? If you're a single woman, you can contemplate deep questions like this one because you have more free time. According to one study published in the Journal of Marriage and Family, women do less housework when single than when married. Men, on the other hand, do more housework when unmarried (that's probably because there's someone picking up after them once they're wed...). So the message here is for unmarried women to enjoy their less chore-filled life; fill those free hours with classes, good books, blabbing with friends-whatever makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #4:&lt;br /&gt;You can do what you want with your money-including keep it.Go ahead: Splurge on that pricey moisturizer or that obscenely large plasma TV you've been lusting after. You don't have to justify your purchase to anyone but yourself. Once you mix money with marriage, though, things change-and fast. According to a survey by SmartMoney magazine, 40 percent of women and 36 percent of men have lied to their spouses about a purchase. "When you're single, your finances are your own," explains Phyllis Chase, a Los Angeles-based psychologist and co-host of the radio show Shrink Rap. "When you're married, you have to deal with different styles of spending and saving, and you may take on your partner's debt." And a marriage that doesn't make it for the long haul can also have a major negative effect on one's wealth. According to researchers at Ohio State University's Center for Human Resource Research, during a divorce, men and women generally lose three-fourths of their personal net worth. Double ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #5:&lt;br /&gt;You have better sex.Married couples may have more sex (approximately 98 times a year vs. singles' 49), but singles have better sex. According to a recent study published in the British Medical Journal, married women are significantly more likely to report problems with their sex lives than single women. "People who are dating have better sex because it's novel," says Davis. "Married people have to relearn how to play. It's natural for singles because that's the nature of a courting relationship-they tease, they experiment, they explore." Nature lends a helping hand, too. According to researchers at the University of Pisa in Italy, raging testosterone levels in both men and women makes the sex hotter during the first two years of a relationship. After that, other hormones take over-most notably, oxytocin, a bonding chemical, kicks in. While getting connected and comfortable is a positive step in a relationship, long-term lovers have to work harder to keep things hot in the bedroom. Singles, however, sizzle just the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #6:&lt;br /&gt;You're better rested and smarter.While snuggling up next to a warm body can be pretty fantastic, according to a survey conducted by the National Sleep Foundation, your bedmate can cause you to lose an average of 49 minutes of sleep per night. Sleeping two-to-a-bed just isn't as restful as snoozing solo. Other studies confirm that singles generally get more rest - seven to eight hours of sleep a night - than marrieds, which enhances memory, mood and concentration, as well as allows your immune system to recharge. And, according to scientists at the University of Luebeck in Germany, creativity and problem-solving may directly correlate with getting enough sleep. In the study, participants were given a math puzzle; those who'd had eight hours of sleep or more before tackling it were three times more likely to get the right answer than those who slept less. So, singles, revel in the fact that you're alert, rested and have that extra brain-power edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #7:&lt;br /&gt;You're less depressed.Although the media often perpetuates the image of single people being down in the dumps, overall unmarried people tend to be happier than their married counterparts-if you're a woman, that is. One report by the World Health Organization indicated that married women, especially ones with children, have a higher risk for depression than single women, and researchers at the University of London found that single women generally have fewer mental-health issues. "Marriage, in many ways, seems to benefit men more than women," says Davis. "For women, there's more of a loss of self." And, of course, today's women often feel like they need to do it all-have a career, take care of the kids and perform other traditionally "female" responsibilities. "People who aren't married are still investing in themselves," says Davis. "It's not selfish-it's giving to yourself, and that's something married people can learn from single people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #8:&lt;br /&gt;You have better friendships.Significant others are a wonderful thing, no doubt, but friends count, too. And on that front, one study found that, when women get married and have children, they spend much less time with their friends-less than five hours a week, down from 14 hours. Singles, however, often have the greatest sense of friendship and community-which can actually decrease stress levels, according to researchers at UCLA. Here's another way to look at this: "Singles don't rely on just one person to meet their needs. You don't automatically know who you're going to spend Friday night with," says Sasha Cagen, author of Quirkyalone: A Manifesto for Uncompromising Romantics. "The plus side is that you have a lot of different people in your life and potentially a greater sense of social possibilities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #9:&lt;br /&gt;Your travel tales are enviable.Marrieds take the most vacations, dominating the market with 62 percent of all trips taken, but singles arguably go on more interesting trips. According to the Travel Industry Association of America, singles corner the adventure-travel market, engaging in activities like whitewater rafting, scuba diving and mountain biking. Being single and relatively footloose certainly allows you to expand your geographical - and personal - borders. "I have lived abroad, backpacked for close to a year, have been in love three times and much more," says Courtney Davis, 27, a media-relations manager in Boston. "With every place and every person, my world has expanded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #10:&lt;br /&gt;You know yourself-and what you want out of a relationship.You're a better catch now than you were at 20. You may have signs of, ahem, experience etched on your face, but that's OK because you're more interesting and more self-aware. Not only have you grown as a person, but you've probably been through the ringer a few times in matters of love and now know what you want-and what you don't. Experts say that bodes well for future marital success and may actually decrease the likelihood of divorce. "When people get married young, they often feel like the other person will complete them, and they have trouble moving past that Hollywood myth," explains Chase. "But maturity brings so much, because if you're able to communicate who you are and what you want, the better your chances of having a successful marriage." And that's a wonderful message: Your single self is great... and should you find the right person and decide to marry, you're more likely to thrive in that stage of your life, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115832369396186170?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115832369396186170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115832369396186170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115832369396186170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115832369396186170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-i-should-stay-single.html' title='Why i should stay single..'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115815934701073728</id><published>2006-09-13T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:55:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>progressions..</title><content type='html'>it's wednesday today, mid-week wednesday. not too much has happened but it has been a lovely week i think.. not much has happened but i still think it's a nice cheery half week gone by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm about wrapping up for newater this week and it's going to be a nice 1 month long break from this project before we head back to do some other work again.. honestly.. i would miss this place.. although the system almost killed me, and i had to use my charm (where got right?!) to win them over and go around things at times, it's still a good place to work at.. man aplenty, and mostly bagala, which means that there's nothing much to look at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. did i follow up on the dinner thingy with SK? haha.. He is borned in 1984! 4 years my junior.. haha.. i just didnt expect that he would be so young.. NEXT!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next few potential targets are SB and CP.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CP is a new target.. he sent me out from the plant last evening when i was teasing him that i was waiting for him to send me out because i am afraid of the dark.. the stretch of road out is really dark with no street lamps.. i was wanting him to send me to the guardhouse so i can change my pass and walk to the bus stop.. but he offered to send me to the mrt station instead.. he took a really long look at my IC when i changed my pass at the guardhouse.. Commented that i was super young at 26 and that i lived around here.. haha.. DUH.. boy, arent you taking too long a look at my IC? haha.. anyway... he is a 1976.. the perfect age guy that i am looking for.. this dubhead graduated from NTU or something and he has already finished his Masters' scholarship.. Good grief.. What a find right? haha..&lt;br /&gt;the beat part? he looks a bit like erwin.. less egotistic i think.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. i'm heading off to bed.. super tired&lt;br /&gt;*muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115815934701073728?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115815934701073728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115815934701073728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115815934701073728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115815934701073728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/progressions.html' title='progressions..'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115807444026481704</id><published>2006-09-12T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:20:42.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a steal..</title><content type='html'>grabbed this off some email and i thought that i should share them with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But, what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ I'm totally in agreement with this and somehow i have always been believing in the fact that the party should know.. And i have made my feelings known to guys before too.. Although some outcomes arent as what you wished for it to be, you would at the very least feel at ease..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone.. but it takes an entire lifetime to forget someone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ I dont think that anyone can just so easily forget about a person who once deeply touched their hearts.. At least not for me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seems bright..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ isnt this just the truest thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you only have one life and one chance to do all the things that you want to do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A careless word may kindle strifle;  a cruel word may wreck a life; a timely word may level stress; a loving word may heal and bless.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ have you did you part today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The happiest people dont necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the best of most of everything that comes their way.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top favourite:&lt;br /&gt;No one can promise you that they will never hurt you, because at one time or another it would happen,&lt;br /&gt;The real promise is about the time that you have spent together, and whether it would be worth the pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ I used to believe in loving someone wholly and unconditionally and even if it hurts me so, it would be worth my heartache.. But after a while, as it really started to take a toll on me, i somehow stop believing in it.. hmm.. But deep down, i still believe that.. Yes, love him or her totally and give your best and all, for when it fails, you wouldnt blame yourself for not putting your best foot forward..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115807444026481704?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115807444026481704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115807444026481704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115807444026481704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115807444026481704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/steal.html' title='a steal..'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115799159414359577</id><published>2006-09-12T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:19:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seah read me the 'Holding Hands' article..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he would think anything otherwise about it..&lt;br /&gt;GASP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115799159414359577?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115799159414359577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115799159414359577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115799159414359577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115799159414359577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/seah-read-me-holding-hands-article.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115798350566050167</id><published>2006-09-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:05:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我在追求的幸福是什么?&lt;br /&gt;我最想要拥有的又是什么?&lt;br /&gt;我在这几年所付出的换来的又是什么?&lt;br /&gt;我一直以为我知道，还以为我拥有，但是，这一切，是否变成了幻想?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115798350566050167?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115798350566050167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115798350566050167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115798350566050167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115798350566050167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115788429213486141</id><published>2006-09-10T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T18:31:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding hands</title><content type='html'>Can someone translate for me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px" height="466" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/400/image001.0.jpg" width="663" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/image002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/400/image002.0.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/400/image003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115788429213486141?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115788429213486141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115788429213486141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115788429213486141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115788429213486141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/holding-hands.html' title='Holding hands'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115788360997388115</id><published>2006-09-10T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T18:56:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought and in the words of Fr. Pedro Arrupe, SJ</title><content type='html'>THE RIGHT PERSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is that your husband?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, she answered, "How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love... because it's happening TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept off my feet." Think about the imagery of that expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU. Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage. At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, church, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else.  You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because (listen carefully to this: THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON. IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It will NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the  expression "the labor of love." Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work. Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things that you can do(with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. And if you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can "make" love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... not just a feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115788360997388115?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115788360997388115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115788360997388115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115788360997388115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115788360997388115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/food-for-thought-and-in-words-of-fr.html' title='Food for thought and in the words of Fr. Pedro Arrupe, SJ'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115788161994120044</id><published>2006-09-10T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:46:59.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setup:&lt;br /&gt;Nissan Design Forum&lt;br /&gt;August 29 - 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tying loose ends for:&lt;br /&gt;Newater @ Ulu Pandan&lt;br /&gt;September 1 - 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardown:&lt;br /&gt;Nissan Design Forum&lt;br /&gt;September 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On-going works:&lt;br /&gt;Nissan Design Forum roadshow in Thailand, Taiwan, KL and Jakarta..&lt;br /&gt;Sure sounds like i've more travelling plans on my schedule for this and next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setup:&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tick.. BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;This is a Broadway muscial production... Do visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=366"&gt;http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=366&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October KIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setup:&lt;br /&gt;Globaltronics @ Suntec&lt;br /&gt;October 7 - 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setup:&lt;br /&gt;Hospimedica @ Suntec&lt;br /&gt;October 8 - 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardown:&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tick.. BOOM&lt;br /&gt;October KIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setup:&lt;br /&gt;World SME &amp; Innovation &amp;amp; Design Expo (ID Expo) @ Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;KIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that it becomes easier as the year ends, but apparently.. I dont think it's going to be a great end to this year! I'll be a cow slogging at work! Hopefully they would zip me off to a few countries...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115788161994120044?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115788161994120044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115788161994120044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115788161994120044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115788161994120044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/schedule-of-work.html' title='Schedule of work'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115788013457890062</id><published>2006-09-10T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:22:14.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>going to grab dinner with SK later.. he was wanting to go jogging before i catch him for dinner but it's raining now and i wonder if it is still going to go happen.. anyway.. we'll wait and see.. Japan Hour is bad for me... makes me want to eat sushi so badly.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakae Sushi @ West Mall..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115788013457890062?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115788013457890062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115788013457890062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115788013457890062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115788013457890062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115763622857495813</id><published>2006-09-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:20:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not all bad boys get the girls</title><content type='html'>Met some men recently, on top of my current ALL-TIME FAVOURITE shit hole, i mean workplace.. Not some... it's only 2 more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seah and Dondon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seah is one helluva bad boy.. Smoking is a lifestyle that he chooses.. Sex before marriage is gauging sex compatibility.. Club hostresses are a common sight... He has a few who belongs to&lt;br /&gt;卖笑不卖身... His ex, from 10 years ago, is still very close to him and i resemble her, she is a flight stewardess... Compliment or should i just pack up and run? Drinks are available for nights when it gets boring and when there's nothing to do... 'Queries' about why i do not want to get my freckles removed and that he has information/ costs about how to get them removed.. blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know about Seah honestly.. It's an attraction to a bad boy but it's the same thought that tells me that it wouldnt be able to work out well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt love about accepting one person wholly and not expect him/ her to change to what you want him/ her to be?&lt;br /&gt;- With this, i am not referring to him trying to change my appearance or outlook or self, i meant to bring to light the problems of it happening that i wouldnt be able to accept his lifestyle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why break and hurt someone when you know that it takes much more effort to maintain and upkeep the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got into a silly game last night. we gambled on this.&lt;br /&gt;whoever is to FIRST contact the other party would have to pay for a trip to HK; 2 return air tickets and accomodation.&lt;br /&gt;0600hrs on Sept 9 it started.. Let's see what would be the outcome for this game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, his birthday is on November 3 and if i were to pass my TP on Nov 2, his birthday would be forever imprinted on my license.. GOOD GRIEF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN personal message...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not all bad boys get the girls&lt;br /&gt;Seah: There are just too many pretty women to bed in this world. I just need one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: A test of time and tide... but time and tide waits for no man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Don again yesterday.. Spent the whole day with him.. Don is nice.. He doesnt smoke, seldom drinks, rides a sporty looking scooter, only child with an aging 60+ mother, father has already moved on... Oh, speaks good english..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at IKEA late morning, to just have breakfast and walk and fuss through some furniture and the new stuff that IKEA brought in.. He was quite keen on meeting daddy when i told him that daddy was driving me over from work.. Kept suggesting that he could have breakfast with us and when i said that BK wouldnt go down well with him, he said to change venue to ABC market.. this frightens me as much as it delights me.. Not all would want to meet parents so early in the friendship and it scares me that it seems like it is a fixed commitment that i have with him already... besides him, i am also seeing Seah, but both of them do not know of each other's existence, but why should they know about each other when none of them has spoken of the intention of moving on further with me? they could just be friends only for all i know.. so let's not stir the peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to head over to harbourfront but we just wasnt able to find parking lots and we left for Great World instead.. On the way, i won a bet that he was going the wrong way and that he should have turned left instead of right after passing by SAJC.. Dinner was on him!! haha.. My sense of direction aint so bad yeah.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling i have with Don is very different from Seah.. Don and i share this comfortable and stable friendship, where the relationship is stable and feels matured.. With Seah, life is a bit more exciting because we bicker endlessly about things and he is such a humourous person that we can share a lot of jokes and crap together.. Don feels like a husband.. Seah, a fling.. I've never shopped around for anything whenever i am with any guys but i am comfortable in doing my shopping with Don around.. Although it's the same reaction that i get from all my ex-bf when i am trying out clothes or fussing through accessories, i am comfortable in letting him wait for me for a while and letting him see the 'outcome' of the clothes i try on.. I bought another pair of Levi's.. My current 577 has about gave up, the button came off... it's about time i think, 3 years that it whas stayed by my side.. Maybe soon i would be able to send it to the tailor that Randy recommended me to get it fixed.. I got the latest 599 or the red tab or whatever that pair was called.. There's this Ashley name at the back of the jeans.. Comfy and cool enough too.. Don was much in agreement about it too.. haha.. Not much people has seen in a skirt for a long while now, but for Don it was the first meet-up that i was in a skirt.. haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to imply that don is a definite partner for me as i am still figuring between a few now.. None of them has brought forth their intention.. I'm keeping a friendship between all of them while dating all of the rest too.. I dont think that multiple dating is wrong.. There's no commitment as yet with any of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway.. let's just enjoy the company?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115763622857495813?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115763622857495813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115763622857495813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115763622857495813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115763622857495813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-all-bad-boys-get-girls.html' title='Not all bad boys get the girls'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115763464568916382</id><published>2006-09-07T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:10:45.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest release..</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it too.. This is my new work place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1060).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281060%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here since.. September 31st...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1061).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281061%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been... 8 days already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1062).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281062%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my only consolation each evening after work... I just love this tree... No idea why but i am totally drawn to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently helping LJ with this Newater project after Henry decided to re-join Interior and it's getting very sickening trying to pick up the shit that Henry left and to service LJ... Ok.. This is starting to sound wrong.. Let's call her Juan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan is one fussy and particular, nit-picker.. I think it's all easier said than done, if you know what i am driving at.. Anyway, besides the monsterous headache that they've created/ left behind for me... There are some good things that happened i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not all bad boys get the girls...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met SK, J and SB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK...&lt;br /&gt;He is some assistant engineer or some engineer or something from Keppel Seghers.. Haha.. I have no idea who he is and what he does but i know that i need his signature each morning before i can start work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is this super decent MALAYSIAN... speaks chinese with an obvious malayski slang but i think he manages his english quite well.. i cant understand too much about his english but i do remember being quite impressed with a few sentances that he spoke... I was changing out of my safety boots, belt and removing my silly helmet when he walked by and asked if i wanted to leave my barang with him and pick it up the next day instead.. I was quite shocked at his proposal but i obliged anyway... these stuff aint very light to bring around you know... KS people arent the best people to work with and a handful of them are nice enough... and anyway, that was my first or second day at work and i only smiled at him once after getting him to sign my work permit.. i think that was tuesday and on wednesday, he had to attend a course and he reminded me that i could just leave my stuff at his place as he was rushing off for the course and he sms again a while later to apologize that he was rushing off so he couldnt talk to me and i could leave my stuff there.. This little routine is starting to arouse much suspicions in office and this evening was an all time high.. I normally get in at about 1745hrs to change out of my gear and once i stepped in, they were in high chorus that i am here again to leave my stuff with SK and how sweet he is... I am starting to really double wonder if it is a right move.. I brought an apple for him and another 2 for my safety officers to bribe my way around and only SK's apple got spotted and they were in cheers again... I bought some apples to stuff their mouths after this evening's stint.. And i hope that it would get them to zip up a bit.. i bought a pear for SK though.. must still let him think that he is a bit special for going the extra mile for me mah... Imagine that i would have to carry everything home!! AGONY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*one query.. am i misleading him??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J...&lt;br /&gt;J was the driver of my landscape guy and boy was i cracking my head to avoid sounding like i was trying to pick him up when i asked if i looked familiar to him.. he is from SIM.. we chatted a bit and i found out that he is he brother of my contractor and he is just helping his brother to drive the workers around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB...&lt;br /&gt;This fella is your typical, i am arrogant boyish face guy who thinks that it's easy to get things done.. I have no working relationships with him but he is another whom i think that has a familiar face... He is of my age and we do have common friends, after i decided to find out about him, but i dont think we were really formally introduced.. Junzhong, he was my sec 4 and 5's class chairman.. He plays basket too, you can tell from the way he flips his helmet and his agility with round stuff... He is still playing for Yew Tee and he knows Max Nah, my ex-colleague from SFIC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is starting to get smaller as we age.. aint it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115763464568916382?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115763464568916382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115763464568916382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115763464568916382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115763464568916382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115633630346240676</id><published>2006-08-23T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:31:43.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..reality realisation..</title><content type='html'>I've lost myself through these 3 years..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what i used to be anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Not whom i am anymore too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it sad that i've turned out.. worse..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115633630346240676?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115633630346240676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tubby at work.. kinda cute.. i just cannot forget the way he looks at me whenever i smiled at him.. haha.. i think there's a thing about big sized men.. they tend to talk like gentle giants and whenever he speaks softly to me.. it sends a funny running emotion down my spine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.. i am not in lurve again.. just trying to introduce more friendly colleagues into my blog.. it's getting boring just talking about clubbing and stuff..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115626088605770354?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115626088605770354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115626088605770354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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that special person to share and have everything with.. cant you people get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe when you idiots experience singlehood and loneliness, you'll be better able to appreciate love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now.. you're just an insult to love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115620766205095238?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115620766205095238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115620766205095238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115620766205095238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN1828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN1827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN1827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115608417951718043?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115606310468432912</id><published>2006-08-20T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:38:24.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 - Why Not</title><content type='html'>I think i am in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with all the gay men there.. haha and a few straight ones.. hahaa... the bartender, Joel.. the guest DJ Ronnie.. And Mr Dimples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Dimples has the most amazing dimples.. REAL DIMPLES.. god.. Smooth and fair skin.. Wait.. I think Mr Dimples is gay too.. Forgot.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel is the cashier.. Short guy but cool and he gets smoched by all the men in the pub.. I think i would be amazed if i am the GF.. hahaa... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Ronnie.. God.. The style.. The poise.. sigh.. Bring on the music!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him at 2245hrs and we took the mrt down to Tanjong Pagar MRT.. He had some Vodka with him... &lt;em&gt;*Vodka Peach is the best of the lot. It is seldom that Vodka goes well with anything but it's best served with F&amp;N orange or sprite... Amazing concoction.. Yummiest..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked by this club/ pub/ whatever, and the guy was so cute.. Oooooooooooooh.. It's seldom such a sight at BQ.. Where have i been all my life?! Sigh.. Hahaa.. We got to Why Not and it seemed like it was still to early to be inside and we left to take a walk around... Mox's door bitch is damn damn damn.. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEr xin.. Her.. His.. Her.. His.. His.. Her.. DAMN.. I cant make up my mind.. Anyway, it didnt go too well with the transformation.. I almost jumped back when i saw.. him, her, her, him.. DAMN.. Ahem.. I almost jumped back when i saw shim.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed a drink and mixed the Vodka with Orange/ Sprite at MAXWELL MARKET.. Haha.. Desmond came along as he was in the area... He was really spitting on the idea that i am going over to Why Not.. Such strong words were used, funny ones too, when he started talking.. haha.. We left the place at about midnight and headed straight over to Why Not.. Absolutely ridiculous when you noticed that it's your guy friend who is getting all the attention instead of you, when you are dressed prettier and better, and CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT I HAD TO PAY $18 FOR COVER!!! When he paid only $13?! Nice stab of equality for you there, sisters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. We saw a few familiar faces at the door when we walked in.. The crowd doesnt change a tad bit.. And at midnight, and apparently, i think Cinderellan doesnt transform until midnight and after he has showered and changed and powdered his nose and took a ride on his beetroot, he would be here at about 0100hrs.. The party didnt start until about 0100hrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We popped and i dragged him to the dancefloor to notice the crowd standing right on the line of the dancefloor and everyone was just swaying around.. I moved back nearer to the bar area, and that's when we met Joel and his friend, eh.. Calvin.. Hahaa... I managed to get Calvin to sit over a tad bit for me to put down my butt.. Chatted with Calvin and he offered me when Bourbon coke.. Haha.. I dont know if this would happen if i am in a normal club.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes ticked away as the crowd started to pack the room and the dancing begin.. I dragged him by the paw onto the dancefloor and abandoned my newfound friends.. Maybe if i needed more drinks i would be back.. Haha.. And this was when i saw DJ Ronnie.. Woah.. I cannot get my eyes off him.. He is a bit on the plump side.. Cute.. Spiky hair.. Looked damn cool as he controlled the console.. *heart flutters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we got back to Calvin and Joel and i sat there for a while.. I think this was when i was introduced to Mr Dimples... Calvin introduced us and he introduced me to his friends as the mei-nu.. Waaah... Compliment from him.. I could have died.. I returned the compliment, telling him that his dimples were such an envy.. And he replied that God is fair, and if i had them, i would have been perfect.. *Faint.. Since when you get such a glib tongue fair-skinned boy? He offered me with Screwdriver which i thought was a better drink that BB... I HATE BOURBON!! I'd rather drink longkang water.. I said that i wouldnt drink much ust in case i got drunk and whatever should happen to me.. And his reply came so swift, i'll take care of you.. With his dimply smile, cannot resist la.. But i didnt drink more too.. Haha.. His friends were of some names which i didnt catch and i just labelled them as Xiao Wei and Xiao Hong.. Haha.. They were so pleased with their new names expect for Xiao Hong, I think he really hates me.. Hahaa.. Women are a hell load of troubles, i think, for him.. This brief encounter was amazing.. I didnt think that Singaporeans would be so friendly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped over to the dancefloor again and jiggled for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and saw Mr Dimples and walked over to him, my friend went to the Gents, i pray that his ass is fine.. haha.. He offered me a tissue towel off my perspiration and i had screwdriver on him again.. Such sweet man.. haha.. Honestly, if you would ask me judge his age by his appearance, i would say that he is way younger than i am but i bet he isnt.. The feel that he gave me.. It isnt of a kiddy sort.. Calvin left and i sat near to Joel.. Spoken to him and it was funny.. At first, he wasnt keen to sit beside me.. He was like a bit afraid that my friend would be mistaken but he isnt around lor!! haha... He's been in this line for about 7 years already.. Wow.. Imagine his age.. haha... His height must have saved him.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for a while and there is a able nearby and a guy came over and offered me a drink.. Tasted like diluted Chivas.. YUCKS! I didnt drink too much and said that i am a bit high already.. I must have gave that away with my ability to talk properly Joel and more offers for drinks came.. haha.. Told Joel that Ronnie rocks and he immediately told me that Ronnie's straight and very readily wanted to wave him over to me.. I stopped him, just in case, i get beaten up later by his admirers.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught My Dimples looking quite distraught and disturbed and i wonder what's wrong.. I didnt see him soon after and maybe his girl/boyfriend was flirting with some other people? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon came 0330hrs when i decided to call it a day.. I waved a nice sweet smile to Joel and left.. The prawn mee at Maxwell is quite alright.. The curry powder makes everything taste very yummy.. Absolutely marvellous.. Yummylicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. On our way over, we saw this guy again, he was waiting for someone at his car i think.. He's someone whom i asked about the time.. i vaguely remembered him to be fair and japanese looking.. I waved goodbye to him too and my friend was like shocked.. Who's he?! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my new found friends! It's was a great night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115606310468432912?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115606310468432912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115606310468432912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115606310468432912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115606310468432912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/part-2-why-not.html' title='Part 2 - Why Not'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115605972109792944</id><published>2006-08-20T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:42:01.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little stompers gathering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/the%20gorgeous%20cake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/the%20gorgeous%20cake.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Stomp sponsored this cakey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/bbwcmn08%20aka%20carmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/bbwcmn08%20aka%20carmen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Carmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/des98017%20aka%20desmond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/des98017%20aka%20desmond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Desmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/gracecmx%20aka%20grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/gracecmx%20aka%20grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/twinkle-toes%20aka%20kate.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/twinkle-toes%20aka%20kate.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/ladies%20rule!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/ladies%20rule%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Lena (in white)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/LEFT%20des98017%20CENTRE%20%20pariah835%20RIGHT%20TVenLinus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/LEFT%20des98017%20CENTRE%20%20pariah835%20RIGHT%20TVenLinus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Neil (in green) and Linus (in red shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/L%20to%20R%20-%20gracecmx,%20TVenLinue,%20bassking,%20pariah835,%20twinkle-toes,%20des98017,%20bbwcmn08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/L%20to%20R%20-%20gracecmx%2C%20TVenLinue%2C%20bassking%2C%20pariah835%2C%20twinkle-toes%2C%20des98017%2C%20bbwcmn08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  STOMP on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115605972109792944?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115605972109792944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115605972109792944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115605972109792944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115605972109792944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-little-stompers-gathering.html' title='My little stompers gathering..'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115605806536667765</id><published>2006-08-20T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:14:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own piece on ST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Auntie_grace_small.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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So tired.. I dont know what's going on these days... I just dont have the same enthusiasm and spirit to sprint off to work each morning anymore.. I'm begining to hate my job, the people around me, my colleagues, my clients, my designers... everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign, but this is one that i am not reading and i feel very obliged to carry on with my task for at least 2 to 3 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed ever since i joined Humpty Dumpty... Do i not blend in well? Arent i an all rounder who can talk to just anyone on the streets? Why do i clam up at work? What? Why? How? When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's ever since Kim left, Sharon was busy to even be bothered with me, Li Juan and Cephas couldnt guide me well along, but wasnt that Sharon's job? I am her understudy isnt it? Although i have previous exposure to the industry, it's not like you should just leave me to manage and not do anything esle about it... Having started on a wrong footing, it seems that i am not able to keep up now... I'm always out of breath, out of touch, out of sync, always in a spin... Why do the other teams gel well except for mine? Why am i classified as curt and mean with my langauge when others are the same? Why do i get ostracised because i came from the supplier side? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love has been killed by you... Ruthlessly murdered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now breathe helpless bleeding away and i do not know what to do... Would help come my way? Or is there another life that is waiting for me out there? Has the tables turned? Is my life going to change? If i am going to leave this industry, i wouldnt set foot in ever again... And it's you who have murdered me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i not blame myself? It's because that you have admitted that you have a part to play in this kill... I've always wanted to be the best and work together with you, but why do you keep pushing me to the edge and it's like you are hoping that i would jump off? Or maybe, you would have gladly gave me the push too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate you and i think my days are short and i'm getting breathless now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall..&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall...&lt;br /&gt;All the king's horses and all the king's men couldnt put Humpty Dumpty back together again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115591634407316142?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115591634407316142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115591634407316142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115591634407316142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115591634407316142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/humpty-dumpty-sat-on-wall.html' title='Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115548370037930179</id><published>2006-08-13T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:41:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101th post</title><content type='html'>Annoymous:&lt;br /&gt;A perfect man would be a Man that can provide for what a woman should have and should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countering my 'every woman' post..&lt;br /&gt;*impressed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115548370037930179?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115548370037930179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115548370037930179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115548370037930179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115548370037930179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/101th-post.html' title='101th post'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115545597887178559</id><published>2006-08-13T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:59:07.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>2 party nights in a row..&lt;br /&gt;Double O with Jin xiang, New friends&gt;&gt;Teresa, Roy and Wenbin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Teresa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1032).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281032%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Leow.. Cant believe that he pulled it off again.. Stupid Roy.. Say cannot drink liao no listen.. Idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1026).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281026%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115545597887178559?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115545597887178559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115545597887178559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115545597887178559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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she never wants to or needs to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;.... something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;.... a youth she's content to leave behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;.... a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to re-telling it in her old age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;.... a set of screwdrivers, cordless drill, and a black lace bra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;.... one friend who always makes her laugh...&lt;br /&gt;and one who lets her cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;.... a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;.... eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honoured..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;.... a feeling of control over her destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;.... how to fall in love without losing herself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;.... how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship... and how to change a tyre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;.... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;.... that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;.... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;.... how to live alone...&lt;br /&gt;even if she doesn't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;.... whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;.... where to go...&lt;br /&gt;be it to her best friend's kitchen table, or a charming inn in the woods, when her soul needs soothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;.... what she can and can't accomplish in a day.. a month... and a year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115545581427462278?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115545581427462278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115545581427462278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115545581427462278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115545581427462278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/every-woman.html' title='Every woman...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115535794476950493</id><published>2006-08-12T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:45:44.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why not @ tras street</title><content type='html'>guess where ms exploration went last night at 1am??&lt;br /&gt;why not @ tras street..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jayson for dinner along with a late Jerry.. haha.. We parked ourselves at Shaw Towers; creations. It's a nice place. A decent set dinner would only set you back by $17 with a calamari snacker.. Our total bill came up to $49.90... I had seafood aglio.. Jayson had seafood marinara.. Jerry seafood alfredo.. wahaha.. Of course, seafood fans here.. haha.. The calarami was nice.. Nice.. I can still feel in my mouth.. Crunchy, tangy, sweet.. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creations @ shaw towers.. must visit.. but watch out for big crowds on dinner and weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat chatting at Starbucks till about 2330hrs before noticing Jayson nodding off.. wahaha.. terrible fella.. Took a cab back.. Bathed, showered.. I guess it was easily 1250hrs when i logged on to the web.. AND it happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ding!&lt;br /&gt;Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hi dearie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ding!&lt;br /&gt;Want to go chiong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* WHAT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ding!&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ehh.. it's 1am liao lor.. where do you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ding!&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere fun la.. I'll pick up in a cab and we head over ok? It closes at 3am so we have to chopchop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ehh.. Really not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ding!&lt;br /&gt;On not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest was history..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a men galore for me last night.. The men are so way gorgeous.. Way gorgeous.. It's an understatement to say that i was drooling over them.. I couldnt basically take my eyes off them.. It's such a waste that they belong to the alternative side of life.. That's why i am single i think.. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really wondeful place.. BUT.. you have to be accepting enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men smooching.. Men grooving and gyrating.. I wish i had some action getting on with them too! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115535794476950493?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115535794476950493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115535794476950493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115535794476950493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115535794476950493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-not-tras-street.html' title='why not @ tras street'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115535605396576360</id><published>2006-08-12T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:14:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the loot..</title><content type='html'>bootie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE GREEN!!!!!!!!!! IT'S SO GORGEOUS aint it?? Jayson bought this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4730.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4730.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bouquet from a i've not met before guy.. I think my photos are really super deceiving.. hahaha.. Stomper! But.. Birds of paradise.. *shakes head* not nice at all.. oh.. the best part?? it came with a caterpillar!! FREAK OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4733.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4733.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4722.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4722.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115535605396576360?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115535605396576360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115535605396576360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115535605396576360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115535605396576360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/loot.html' title='the loot..'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115522580570437807</id><published>2006-08-10T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:03:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me...</title><content type='html'>Today is the worst and best day of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is crazy; been working like a cow since i stepped into the office.. But my colleagues dropped a surprise and presented me with a cake.. haha.. I just didnt think that it would happen.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut Q because he wanted to sleep already...&lt;br /&gt;HG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first few greetings came from stompers..&lt;br /&gt;Bored_dad&lt;br /&gt;Noway&lt;br /&gt;Meowking&lt;br /&gt;Des98017&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then..&lt;br /&gt;Dao Ming&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;Melvin&lt;br /&gt;Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before bed..&lt;br /&gt;Desmond&lt;br /&gt;~ happy birthday to you.. May all your wishes come true this year.. Enjoy your party nitez.. =)&lt;br /&gt;* to think that i was at home all the while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first sms to start my day with..&lt;br /&gt;Daxiong @ 0551hrs&lt;br /&gt;~ Its your birthday today. wish you a hapi and memorable day.. :)&lt;br /&gt;*pauses*&lt;br /&gt;I think never would we never forget each other's birthday.. Or maybe i wouldnt forget his birthday.. haha.. Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony @ 0704hrs&lt;br /&gt;~ Wishing you a happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;* unexpected sms; dont even think that he would remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Chung&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birthday. Hope all your wish come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MeiZhu - Cousin&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birthday sis! May all your wishes come true! Stay cheery and chic always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hock - Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;~ Cute photo sms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn Ang&lt;br /&gt;~ Cute birthday greeting sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Xiang&lt;br /&gt;~ Da xiang (elephant) happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhiping&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday Happy birthday Happy birthday to you! Sorry i couldnt be at your dinner the other day&lt;br /&gt;* dinner cancelled lor.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate - Stomp&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miki - SHPL&lt;br /&gt;~ Hey girl happy birthday to you! May you meet a handsome rich nice and sweet guy! Stay pretty pretty and happy always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayson Tan&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birthday! Have a good day! When you free? Jio you for makan, my treat!&lt;br /&gt;* tomorrow having dindin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl - ex-ST client&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birthday gracie... :) hope you have a splashing fun day tonight! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan SGC&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birthday babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason SGC&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to grace, Happy birthday to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clifford SGC&lt;br /&gt;~ Yo happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fengye&lt;br /&gt;~ This time din forget your BDay. :) wish u xin xiang shi cheng, shen ti jian kang, yong yuan mei li, tian tian kai xin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Birthday.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Birthday.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; animated but it doesnt work here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dao ming&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birhday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birhday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birhday to Grace&lt;br /&gt;Happy birhday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huanhui&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy BD! Wishing you all the best and may all your wishes come true!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willie&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birthday! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina JJC&lt;br /&gt;~ Hey babe happy birthday! been wanting to wish you the whole day. anyway hope you have a fantastic year ahead alright :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Friendster&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy birthday dearie :-) May all your wishes come true.. Stay young and beautiful *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre&lt;br /&gt;~ Old liao hor.. Be good gal hor..&lt;br /&gt;*he actually called to wish me happy birthday and i was in the showers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, got a call from Aaron too.. My old time primary schoolmate.. haha.. He's back to serve his NS now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over msn now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon:&lt;br /&gt;被烤得通红的虾&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;happy bdae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan SIM:&lt;br /&gt;Jon - Hed Kandi says:&lt;br /&gt;almost midnite there....&lt;br /&gt;Jon - Hed Kandi says:&lt;br /&gt;its not too late....&lt;br /&gt;湘儿 says:&lt;br /&gt;Jon - Hed Kandi says:&lt;br /&gt;happy bday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin xin:&lt;br /&gt;jinxin 锦信 says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;jinxin 锦信 says:&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence - Micron&lt;br /&gt;小叮当 -  says:&lt;br /&gt;HaPPy Birday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chael - All the way from the US&lt;br /&gt;Chael says:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junxiang - Qi's brother&lt;br /&gt;Junxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;happi birthday to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Junxiang says:&lt;br /&gt;may this day bring you joy, happiness and good health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I should count myself lucky that i have loads of well wishers..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115522580570437807?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115522580570437807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115522580570437807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115522580570437807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115522580570437807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115511686630361949</id><published>2006-08-09T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:51:28.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dindin @ Eva's</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eva's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Peranakan Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;@ Jalan Leban&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart warming and friendly encounter. John, the owner? manager? cook? was friendly.. Introduced the house specialities and boy did he make it so delicious.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over with Willie and Wu. Wu hd a prior appointment but he pushed it away.. Haha.. Much to my delight and surprise.. Haha.. Finally a chance to be important, for once, just this once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was great. We had..&lt;br /&gt;Plain rice with..&lt;br /&gt;Ayam Buah Keluak (curry style chicken)&lt;br /&gt;Bakwan Kepiting (meatball soup&lt;br /&gt;Sotong Hitam Kic (Sweet sauce sotong)&lt;br /&gt;Sambal Kangkong&lt;br /&gt;Tahu Telur (This is the best tahu teluar that i have ever had, honest...)&lt;br /&gt;Beef Redang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kueh Lapis.. Only i had this.. Cute ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281015%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened over dinner except Wu trying his very best to feed me with the very good belachan chilli.. Whatever i was starting to eat, he smeared a great amount of it on my food.. Smeared it with his fork.. GROSS.. With his saliva lor.. Like i am so close to him like that.. Kaoz.. *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what we were talking about and he was insisting on something until we just looked at each other and i lost the staring game.. Though it was brief.. like in a 2 seconds, i had to look away.. I swear i was so close to blushing.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I think as we get older, sometimes, teh simpler the pleasure, the better the effect.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115511686630361949?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115511686630361949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115511686630361949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115511686630361949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115511686630361949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/dindin-evas_115511686630361949.html' title='Dindin @ Eva&apos;s'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115511353894454270</id><published>2006-08-09T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:20:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trippin' - Storyboard</title><content type='html'>trippin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this trip was great.. i managed to take the rides that i've always wanted to.. and at least twice!! haha.. corkscrew, space shot, flying coaster.. the more exciting kinds.. the company was great too.. although it's kinda unusual for me to be travelling with 3 other men and sharing a bed with one of them.. haha.. dont have to think too much about the nightlife.. it's just pure having someone sleeping beside you only.. i think going on a trip with decent men help.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at about 2pm+...&lt;br /&gt;walked from the first world bus terminus to genting hotel...&lt;br /&gt;check-in...&lt;br /&gt;dropped bags and unpacked a bit..&lt;br /&gt;and of course, my usual bed check procedure.. jump and land to test comfy level.. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a late lunch at KFC.. it's cheese wedges instead of cheese fries.. Chicken is better there.. Nicer.. Bigger portion.. But the coleslaw is terrible.. And.. they dont serve vegetable salad anymore.. DEPRESSING.. About stuffed, we took a walk all over the place.. Walked to get a glimpse of the indoor gaming/acarade area, the changes, the restaurants, the clubs, the karaoke places.. Nice.. First world is a first for me.. It's basically a mini shopping paradise.. You get loads of stores there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Champion forgot to bring her jacket and jumped on this piece which costed S$17.. and an Esprit bag at $17 too! haha... The tshirts were decent but i didnt grab any.. Each piece would be still about $20+.. But the bag was a great buy, RM169.90, 70% discount!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1020).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281020%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiang, the vainpot, bought more stuff than i did.. Grabbed a few tshirts and he wore them immediately.. suddenly felt as if he didnt bring any clothes up to Genting.. haha.. vainpotty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally checked out the Casino.. And it's.. it's.. boring.. I'm like.. why do people travel all the way to just gamble there? No bunnies.. No absolutely charming people to look at.. No high rollers in sight.. Or maybe they are hiding somewhere... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, the trip was great! NICE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115511353894454270?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115511353894454270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115511353894454270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115511353894454270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115511353894454270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/genting-trippin-storyboard.html' title='Genting trippin&apos; - Storyboard'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115510971051760970</id><published>2006-08-09T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:59:30.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trippin' - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Bright and early.. Sunny and Chirpy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0804_072905_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0804_072905_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Lucky us! I got on an 18-seater! Single seater with absolute no worry about that idiot behind you kicking your chair.. Being bored on your ride.. Personal TV and radio set.. Good leg space.. Important for me, although i dont have that way long legs.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0804_100739_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0804_100739_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yong Peng.. Nothing changes.. Except.. Prices skyrocketing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASHA galore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bluey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TOUCH DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are all shots to make sure that everyone has a photo with everyone!! haha.. And of course, it's yours truly's idea.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Style!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115510971051760970?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115510971051760970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115510971051760970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115510971051760970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115510971051760970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/genting-trippin-part-1.html' title='Genting trippin&apos; - Part 1'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115510214673209229</id><published>2006-08-09T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:50:11.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trippin' - Part 2</title><content type='html'>August 4 - 6, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Genting Highlands, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went away for a short trip with Jinxiang, Bren and Kok Chuan. It was my first to be travelling with 3 men.. haha.. It was good clean fun and i am definitely sure that they enjoyed my company too.. Major bugged them throughout the trip.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://uk.photos.yahoo.com/gracecmx"&gt;http://uk.photos.yahoo.com/gracecmx&lt;/a&gt; for more photos; after i upload them, that is.. You are be sure to tell who are those who loves taking photos and those who shunned the camera.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xiang &amp; Bren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0804_193630_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0804_193630_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candy store with yours truly, the eye candy.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0804_194400_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0804_194400_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photographer's skill not good enough.. sigh.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0804_194436_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0804_194436_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obviously i took this shot.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some corner of the moutain when i wanted some fresh air and we caught up with the sunset.. Gorgeous yeah? Mother nature is great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiddy ride!! with tons of people looking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not pregnant.. Tower of Genting.. Not Paris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Benny not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A super happy Xiang with his dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ta-da!! Mr PHOTO shy has appeared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xiang's dinner.. or was it Bren's?? Haha.. Definitly not mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soupy is nice! *Slurp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Restaurant Hotpot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine! Hot fish porridge for a cold meimei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0805_001246_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0805_001246_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dont ask me what i was trying to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0805_095700_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0805_095700_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Genna bullied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0805_095606_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0805_095606_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally.. a face shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0805_095554_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0805_095554_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our breakfast place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First round..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wahaha.. Here's where the fun begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Actually no idea where this is.. But i know it's the theme park.. whahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0805_121734_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0805_121734_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Round in circles.. here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just before the ride starts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Superman ride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favourite.. Absolutely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Faces before the ride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not too sure about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *super enthu* I actually went on a second time after dinner.. haha.. the boys abandoned me!!! I did it ALONE.. cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power shot... Copycat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Practising my close-up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flower girlgirl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0805_123332_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0805_123332_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caught in the act..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0805_125019_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0805_125019_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Butt kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/genting%20131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/genting%20131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My karaoke idol.. Haha.. Look at his expression.. Power.. Head over heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0805_172707_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0805_172707_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The shy croonies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0805_160504_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0805_160504_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0805_154519_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0805_154519_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big roomie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2006_0806_140528_rez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2006_0806_140528_rez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guoquan! Kok kok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCF0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCF0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCF0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCF0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After: Superman-style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCF0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCF0287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot remember which ride this is.. haha.. Corkscrew i think.. haha.. Look at kok kok's face.. Blown flat by the wind.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115510214673209229?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115510214673209229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115510214673209229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115510214673209229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115510214673209229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/genting-trippin-part-2.html' title='Genting trippin&apos; - Part 2'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115435435322757786</id><published>2006-07-31T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:59:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay..&lt;br /&gt;blogger's photo posting is DOWN..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115435435322757786?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115435435322757786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115435435322757786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115435435322757786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115435435322757786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115427771399026432</id><published>2006-07-30T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:55:18.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Centre with T-REX!! *RAAAAAAAAAAAAA*</title><content type='html'>As usual, photos posting must be spilt into a few posts.. I'm begining to suspect that there is a maximum number of photo that you can post online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Dont you feel like you've just be swallowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sharkie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Lantern sharkies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Qi getting busy with some other puzzles after being unable to land herself with one at the activities corner.. (for kids..) Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Caught her with .. What's his name?? i forgot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sue's friend.. His name, i have sadly forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Headshot.. RAAA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Self-indulgence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Ice Age.. WATERMELON ATTACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DODO DODO DODO DODO DODO..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115427771399026432?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115427771399026432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115427771399026432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115427771399026432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115427771399026432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/science-centre-with-t-rex.html' title='Science Centre with T-REX!! *RAAAAAAAAAAAAA*'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115419203755633732</id><published>2006-07-30T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:53:57.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wish list (revised)</title><content type='html'>fine fine fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's revised it a bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No boyfriend or hubby..&lt;br /&gt;No LV wallet..&lt;br /&gt;No car license..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England's jersey; ladies cutting - offer taken up already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monetary contribution for&lt;br /&gt;- Levi's jeans&lt;br /&gt;- Blouses/ Tshirts&lt;br /&gt;- Wallet&lt;br /&gt;- Watch (NEW! aka 'baru')&lt;br /&gt;- Ninetendo/ PSP/ Gameboy (NEW! aka 'baru')&lt;br /&gt;- Nokia N80 (NEW! aka 'baru')&lt;br /&gt;- MY CAR!! possibly.. if i can save up enough for the downpayment, 4 months advance instalments.. Petrol.. URA Carpark.. Insurance.. Road tax.. okok.. I'll take a bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet secrets cake! The one that Wu likes! It's yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still maintain my flowers and cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i do not absolutely need this year..&lt;br /&gt;- Cups/ Mug&lt;br /&gt;- Photo frames&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;- Towels&lt;br /&gt;- Shoes&lt;br /&gt;- Heart breaking men.. I currently have an over-stock of them.. Anyone needs them? I've loads to give away.. But i dont want your heart broken too, so.. Sigh.. I'll keep them..&lt;br /&gt;- Crap/ Idiotic exhibitors who demands too much for my good..&lt;br /&gt;- Bad/ short/ flaring tempers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115419203755633732?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115419203755633732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115419203755633732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115419203755633732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115419203755633732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-wish-list-revised.html' title='Birthday wish list (revised)'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115401094848640042</id><published>2006-07-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:40:21.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimonial - Chillicrap.com</title><content type='html'>[ 5/7/2006 ] Raving-Ed&lt;br /&gt;A very straightforward and lovely girl to have as a friend it seems, and I guess it's deserving of you to have a really nice appraisal on you. The wits surpass the beauty, and the honesty is brilliant ... You have got what it takes indeed. All it takes is a sincere person to light up a new-found friendship, and you never want to take a step back from it again. Maybe our path will cross one day ... bumming into each other at exhibitions or events. Hey gal, you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. didnt realise that i can make such an impact on someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115401094848640042?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115401094848640042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115401094848640042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115401094848640042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115401094848640042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/testimonial-chillicrapcom.html' title='Testimonial - Chillicrap.com'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115400449123158305</id><published>2006-07-27T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:48:11.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Most wanted item&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferablely to come wrapped in nice ribbons and a foil balloon ONLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYFRIEND!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUBBY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or can i choose the PEOPLE whom i want wrapped up?? wahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Driving license&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this?? Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now for the more realistic and achievable items..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LV wallet&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;But honestly i need a new wallet.. The colour on this one is coming off.. NO BLACK BORING WALLET THOUGH...&lt;br /&gt;So this is the save-my-wallet fund...&lt;br /&gt;Please donate generously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and again.. for the most realistic and achievable presents...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levi's jeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; current pair needs a friend if i am going to stay in the industry... My 2 other Gio pair is leaving me soon... Size wrong liao.. TOO BIG.. just in case..&lt;br /&gt;So this is the save-my-jeans fund..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday cake/ teddy bear and flowers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; delivered to office&lt;br /&gt;sure brightened up my day.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;England's new jersey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; ladies' cut please!!!&lt;br /&gt;Increase-masculinity-fund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blouses/ Tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doll-her-up fund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please donate generously and 100% would go to the direct funding of the cause..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115400449123158305?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115400449123158305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115400449123158305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115400449123158305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115400449123158305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-wish-list.html' title='Birthday wish list'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115363309306910547</id><published>2006-07-23T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:14:37.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorting out the invite list...</title><content type='html'>Sure looks like it's going to be a 20-30 group dinner again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lifeblood (5) okok.. exaggeration... haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor &amp; Mrs&lt;br /&gt;Peng &amp;amp; Girl&lt;br /&gt;Wu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIA (4)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koon Meng &amp; Mrs&lt;br /&gt;Willie&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWSS (4)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon&lt;br /&gt;Jinxiang&lt;br /&gt;Kok Chuan&lt;br /&gt;Andre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SGC (11)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun &amp;amp; Ivy&lt;br /&gt;Clemmie &amp; Jo&lt;br /&gt;Jason (Ariel - faint, he's going to jump if he knows that i need Ariel to remind myself of him)&lt;br /&gt;Rory&lt;br /&gt;Cliffy&lt;br /&gt;David (although i know he wont turn up.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;Julian&lt;br /&gt;Desmond &amp;amp; Mrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Middle of nowhere (1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guoxian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on KIV list.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*respect my decision*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun - TWSS&lt;br /&gt;Alan - AIA&lt;br /&gt;Desmond - Friendster&lt;br /&gt;AC &amp;amp; HG (if calling AC along) - Friendster - Vegetarians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet - KPMG&lt;br /&gt;Sharon - KPMG&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xingyi&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Xingye&lt;br /&gt;Glen&lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel like i'm doing some wedding dinner kinda of listing like that.. kaoz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i also list my birthday wishlist?? haha.. wishlist would be just a keep wishing list.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115363309306910547?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115363309306910547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115363309306910547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115363309306910547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115363309306910547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorting-out-invite-list.html' title='Sorting out the invite list...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115362952018441458</id><published>2006-07-23T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:38:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First off SHPL's newsletter restaurant review - timbre @ Armenian Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/sidebar_pizza.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/sidebar_pizza.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delicious Starters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Thai Sweet Prawnstiger prawns flame broiled in a caramel glaze&lt;br /&gt;Lamb &amp; Mushroom Kebabstender lamb cubes and mushrooms marinated in paprika and fresh rosemary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battered Prawns lightly battered deep fried tiger prawns drizzled with a lime chili sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana Fries thick cut fries tossed in our Chef's special Cajun spice mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refreshing Salads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parma Ham and Peach lightly fried Parma Ham slices tossed with peach chunks on a bed of fresh mixed salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft shelled crabfried to a golden brown and topped with a plum &amp;amp; sesame dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soups&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked OnionSpanish onions baked then finished off with a light red wine infused beef broth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creamed Mushroomthick chinks of wild mushrooms in light cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasta of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our chef's daily special - beef stroganoff, chicken and basil, chicken bolognaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cajun Chicken Fillet juicy chicken fillets baked in a special Cajun spice mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangers and MashEnglish herbed pork sausages grilled and served with homemade gravy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirloin Steakthick cut of sirloin, grilled then baked with basil leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebab Mealsyour choice of lamb or beef kebabs accompanied with creamy mash and a light mixed salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thin Crust Pizzas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A selection of thin crust pizzas, spread with stewed tomato sauce with delectable toppings such as Parma Ham, Cajun chicken, olives, candied pineapple, shrimps, mussels and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timbre&lt;br /&gt;45 Armenian Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic. Chill out. Indulge.&lt;br /&gt;This place reminds me of &lt;em&gt;La Sal&lt;/em&gt; in Bali, except where you get no perfect sight of the moon and its rays with the trees covering the nightsky. You wouldnt miss these trees that somehow surround and mark out timbre's area. Although it's with a touch of uncanny gloominess, it brings you the sweetness form of relaxation within their embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Without the 3 dumbos sitting infront of us, i think it would be quite perfect! These 3 were... First, drank the oil, used for the tealights. Second, took ridiculous shots of themselves. Third, burnt one of the boys' hair on his arm...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The live band, Nigel's Tail, if i am not mistaken, is decent. A good vocal, 2 swanky guitarists and 1 chummy drummer are all you need for the concoction. But i must say that the special appearance by Mr. Stick-thin gathered better audience and he had better showmanship than the original vocalist. I couldnt quite remember what he sang, but i know that he had my attention alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food. I didnt managed to try as i was already stuffed. But looking at the pizzas from the next table, they should be quite fine and dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's hanging out? Haha.. Only 2 tables of rowdy ang-moh and apart from them, it's localised! No worries about the tick-tick-kaboom here.. Hahaha.. I remembered being stared at the door and i could feel myself blush from his gaze and then his friends.. Not bad la, at least i managed some attention... The crowd is simple, people seeking to just chill, and it would be no trouble at all if you are afraid of being picked up, everyone is very comfy in their beach seats and not much willing to move an inch.. Our good age kinda of crowd, we wouldnt get kids running around in diapers, although i met 3 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as mentioned above)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual is the name of the dressing game here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take:&lt;br /&gt;3.8*/ 5*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115362952018441458?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115362952018441458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115362952018441458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115362952018441458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115362952018441458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-off-shpls-newsletter-restaurant.html' title='First off SHPL&apos;s newsletter restaurant review - timbre @ Armenian Street'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115354792898797135</id><published>2006-07-22T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T14:27:37.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week went by oddly for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a bouquet of roses from an odd-ball from Friendster. I must have been so charming to look at right? haha.. My photos are deceiving right? BE WARNED.. But it scares me to receive the flowers from someone whom i do not know... The card read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my friens. Hope&lt;br /&gt;you accept my sincerity to know you&lt;br /&gt;better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Jeffrey&lt;br /&gt;HIS MOBILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the language killed him... Friens.. I feel like i'm being fried here..&lt;br /&gt;Second, sure feels like it's being translated from 希望你能接受我的一番诚意/ 心意与你交个朋友..&lt;br /&gt;Third, being too brave and pulling such a stunt delights some ladies, but it frightens the living daylights out of me.. I feel like i'm being stalked again.. Mr wholivesnearyou.com really stalked me at 318 once and then i totally zipped out of that game... And now aint it a reminisicing of the past.. *sends a chill down my spine*&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, not his fault, the bouquet was super ugly, even Desmond gave me a face about it being ugly.. haha.. So ugly that i didnt even bothered to take a photo of it and posted it online.. haha.. oops.. mean.. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not critical and very evil here, but to get to know a friend, it must be mutual and you have to take it slowly. Kicking on Gear 4 and running into overdrive would eventually leave you being alone; too fast and people not catching up with you, and thus leaving you INFRONT.. haha.. The other thing is, i dont think he is an honest guy to begin with, look at his photo, he oviously look 35, he tells me that he is 25! I am 12 this year to tell the truth!! His profile is just all hidden and obscure, it says nothing and all i get are his messages reminding me about how sincere he is in maintaining or starting a friendship with me... And it always sounds confused, like he thought that he has sent it but then to be sure he sends it again and then after i have replied the message, he sends the same message back to me and it feels like he doesnt know who he is talking to... He must be sending tons of messages out to ladies daily... I sincerely would want out of your social circle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond, another Friendster friendster. I was supposed to meet him earlier on in the month but that dumbdumb forgot that he had to attend his Graduation Ceremony and so we have to pushed it back... HOLD.. He is 26 this year and i am not turning into a paedophile.. Please i maintain the stand of older but never younger.. Anyway.. He was nice enough to get a table earlier, wait for me to come, get drinks, order, wait and bring dinner to me before he gotten his.. It was about 1930hrs and i do hope that he had taken something before he met me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally tried the Aussie Fish &amp; Chips! It's great.. Although the portions werent exactly large, it was sufficient for me, i even gave a quarter of my portion to him.. Be nice ma, he paid! haha.. The fish was chunky and succulent. It wasnt like your everyday meal of F&amp;amp;C that gets served up like fishcakes instead of fishmeat.. The generous serving of Tartare sauce was tasted but went unappreciated, sadly.. I have a waistline to watch lei.. hello?! The miserable strewn of salad was alright, 2 cubes of peaches, i love peaches! I'm a monkey remember? 2 cubes of apple and a messy display lettuce, but all it much to my liking for its freshness... Cripsy and fresh salad... the fries are a must eat too... The MOS Burger looking fries had a better crisp and taste in your mouth than all fast food restaurants, and the serving was generous too... The non-soggy, crisp, hot and dry fries were a delight as compared to your favourite stripey man's...&lt;br /&gt;Rating: ***/*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa.. Can do food review also.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed another drink at Mac after our little shopping at NTUC. I was looking for Tiffany's custard biscuits but apparently, they are out of stock.. They only had the strawberry's.. Mummy loves the custard so i thought i get the custards first before i get the strawberry although both tasted equally fine to me.. $0.95 for a pack! Who can complain about the value?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the best part* Kor, does it vaguely sound like someone?? "I know it's wrong, and i want to change but i'm still doing what i do best.."&lt;br /&gt;We parted at about 2230hrs or 2300 hrs.. And he was going to meet a friend for drinks.. He was saying that he wants to stop drinking but he finds no purpose to stop because there is no reason to.. It has become a lifestyle and it's hard to quit.. There's not alternative so why bother about getting too drunk? He said me to help him to stop, i merely smiled.. I think it's a personal choice, a personal lifestyle and it's something that you choose to carry on with it or put a stop to it.. Do it for no one esle but yourself.. If you do not see a point in stopping so, no one esle can make you see that there is.. simple logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my personality warmed him up well, he was saying that i am a very cheerful person.. Cant believe that he expected me to be an old boring fart-ress.. hahaa... I'm a great 'entertainer' by my kor's wise OLD words.. haha.. Sometimes i feel like i can play with a ball for the entire day and not be bored.. haha.. anyway.. time to snore a bit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NapNap!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115354792898797135?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115354792898797135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115354792898797135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115354792898797135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115354792898797135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/week-went-by-oddly-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115329997957692138</id><published>2006-07-19T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:06:19.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC today</title><content type='html'>someone save me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*switches off the fan; feeling cold.. it was blowing at my thighs... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i switch on the fan, i feel cold.. when i switch off the fan, i feel warm... ARGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tummy is so aching, it's like gnawing on something and i am in constant agony.. sigh.. but it's better than having to constantly be sitting on the shitbowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm water soothes the tummy but it's like such warm weather and the fan is working-not working on me and all's just not going right.. the medication makes me feel so sleepy too.. argh.. calms my tummy down too.. but... i dont want to orh and orh and orh and orh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i was joking with Xiang about him bringing me porridge later for dinner and he asked me when, where and what i wanted to eat.. haha.. such a darling siah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*switches on the fan; feeling warm.. * ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said that he might have to do OT so might be late and maybe have to wait for him.. waaaaa... first time someone so nice siah.. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. anyway... i jus realised something.. everyone has a name except for HIM.. i like never name him in my blog before ah.. hhaaa.. oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. 5 minutes more before i am going to chew on one slice of bread and take my medication.. *feeling cold liao*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115329997957692138?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115329997957692138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115329997957692138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115329997957692138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115329997957692138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/mc-today.html' title='MC today'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115320351102961569</id><published>2006-07-18T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:18:31.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food poisoning</title><content type='html'>They say i genna food poisoning, but me stupid stupid still dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body is aching! Think i'm running a slight fever.. Vomitted.. LS..&lt;br /&gt;ARGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible in office now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobz sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a baobao~hughug~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115320351102961569?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115320351102961569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115320351102961569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115320351102961569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115320351102961569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/food-poisoning.html' title='Food poisoning'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115314333456644750</id><published>2006-07-17T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:35:34.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~untitled~</title><content type='html'>DEAR  MOTHER                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY TO HAVE SUCH A GOOD AND CARING MOTHER. I WANT TO THANK YOU . YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE MOTHER. YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE MOTHER I EVER HAD. YOU ARE MY BEST, KIND AND WONDERFUL MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN BY YOUR SON &lt;andy&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Written by an old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in a grocery shop family with Golden spoon.&lt;br /&gt;My father was a grocery shop owner and my mother was a housewife. They work hard together to provide us with 3 decent meals.&lt;br /&gt;I have an elder sister and a brother.&lt;br /&gt;We were fortunate children as we have  no worries.&lt;br /&gt;Life was perfect and wonderful. I was taken care by a nanny. She would bathe, feed and cloth me.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 5 years, I lost my father. He left us because he contracted Tuberculosis, a disease that is not curable at that period. It was due to overwork without proper nourishment. We were suddenly left with only my mother.&lt;br /&gt;During those years, my mother  have to work hard to continue   providing us food and POCKET money. She would try to provide us  everythings  we requested.&lt;br /&gt;I was a naughty teenager and constantly add to her already heavy burdens. She woke up early every morning to cook porridges for us. She worry about us, constantly stressing the values of education, even she is illiterate. We were constantly reminded the values. We were caned for poor school results. We resented this corporal punishment.&lt;br /&gt;I understand  wholeheartly  now , the virtue of the disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;I was studying at St. Joseph Institution. A quality school which   produced capable minister like Mr. George Yeo, a minister. He was a year my senior.&lt;br /&gt;I left SJI when I was in Sec. 3 to joined the Technical School. I spent 2 years in the course at Geylang Seria. I was awarded a Trade certificate. Life was difficult, but fortunately, I was awarded with study bursary, a debt I owned to the society and government.&lt;br /&gt;After the studies, I was enlisted into the National Service for 2 years stint. During these  period, I observe many of my ex-classmates were either Corporal or army Officers. I was a private soldier. They were very helpful, advised me  to continue upgrading myself for a better future, I took up their advices and took the challenges.&lt;br /&gt;I enrolled into the then, Lembaga classes. It  was conducted in the evening, 5 nights a week at Margaret Drive. I would walk to Bukit Merah to take a bus or cycle to save some money.&lt;br /&gt;I was very discourage initially, I was struggling to catch up with my studies. I made a resolution to succeed and bite  the bullet and stick on. I told myself that I won’t walk back that carefree road.&lt;br /&gt;I completed the Senior Cambridge with average result, 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;I left the Army in 1974 and joined Shell. I was employed as an Instrument Fitter and earned a monthly salary of $310. I was even more determine to succeed as l saw many of my hometown folks working as a labourer and paid lowly.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that if l can complete my Senior Cambridge examination as a part-time student, l certainly could improve myself furthur.&lt;br /&gt;I enrolled in the Technical courses again conducted by the Institue of technical training. I certainly slog myself out in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I envy my colleagues as they could go home after work and have dinner with their family, attend company dinners held in Hotel and restaurant. I have to forgo these activities.&lt;br /&gt;During my initial working life in Shell, I have to attend training provided by Shell during the day. It was a real challenge, studying and working together. At time, I would sit by myself, alone and asked myself, why I have to study so hard, day and night. I cried quietly and pray to GOD to guide me and give me strength to go on.&lt;br /&gt;I had my own ups and downs in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back all those years, it seem like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to my greatest mother and her unselfish love and sacrifices for us.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a family, blessed with 3 wonderful children, I may not be the best father but certainly I tried hard. I may be hard at time with them, deep in my heart, I  love all of  them. It hurt me to disciplined them just as my mother when I was young.I pray everyday and wish  them well.&lt;br /&gt;My wife is the most gracious woman in my life. She gave me strength and help me raise my children. She suffered quietly and stay by me without regrets. I am grateful to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a motto :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           “I set my direction and work for it, even I may side track, intermittently . I can tell myself that I have lead a fruitful life”.&lt;br /&gt; I am not perfect without faults but I did whatever I am capable to minimize it.&lt;br /&gt;I will strive to provide my family the best as my greatest mother had given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest success is not my personnel achievement but to know my children  is a good citizen and capable  to contribute to the society usefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Old man is none other than my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he must have sent this out to both of sister and my brother but i am not sure how much do they actually understand what he has gone through... I must have been 10 or 11 when dad was pursuing his ITE certification, he would be home at about 10pm and then he would ask me about my Mathematics... Mathe was one subject which i loathe, i could never get the figures right, the sums proper and the steps in order... He would constantly teach me and i would be so stubborned and refused to do anything while he would just lose his temper and cool and scolded me.. I hated my dad back then, i never understood why he needed to put so much pressure on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 13 and dad did his Diploma in PSB... and it was such a time for me.. I remembered myself having so much freedom without him being so watchful over me and mum was much laxed with us.. I went out, stayed out late, not too late though, but i never understood why he continued to study even when he had a good job in SHELL.. Regardless, i took the opportunity to hang out late and enjoyed my time with my friends.. And back then he sent me to a course at British Council to improve my English which till today i insist that it brought me no improvement.. Anyway, he was insistent that i should be the best as i was in the Normal Academic stream and that i was behind all the other kids around me... We had neighbours who had their children in the Express stream and their parents would all ask about my studies and i just refused to answer them.. And deep down, i knew that i suffer from an inferiority complex and with it, maybe for the better, i strived harder to move on.. I would count myself lucky that i had Mr Tan... He is one Mathe genius that shared Dad's evening classes at PSB... He coached me in my lower Sec E.Mathe and i was excelled and was always among the top... I never lacked any praises from my teachers back then.. Never.. My English teacher, Mr Lee Thiam Lock, was my mum's English teacher and i was very much doted upon by him too, appreciating my good grasp in his subject, i would be always called upon in class to read paragraphs of stories, my essays never failed to miss a publication of our English digest.. I think i was much blessed.. Much blessed to have met much people who had turned my life around.. Never have i properly thanked them for all their guidance and i think it might be a bit too late for Mr Lee.. He was a retired teacher when he taught me and i am not sure if he is still around today... Bukit Panjang. Bukit Panjang Govt High School. this is one school that has too also changed my life around.. It brought out the best in me... Really.. True to Lord, Thanks to Heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking at my siblings, i think they wouldnt have really seen and understood what Dad went through, i think they might still be ignorant about what he has done for us... I feel a weight on my shoulders and this weight is about having to care for my parents whole-heartedly for the rest of their lives... And i would have no regrets but to tend to them and their needs like how they have slogged for me in the past... I have tears choked and i cannot cry as i think i might scare them.. but it is such tears of shame that i have to weep for my unfillial and selfish ways that i have not given back to my parents... Maybe my frequent bringing back of snacks, food, durians and dishes might have redeem a minute part of my sin but i think there is loads more that i can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy is 15 this year and he has gotten into more troubles than i have gotten my awards in BP.. Jessie is waiting for SMU but she is still like a child; hot-tempered and selfish and never giving a thought for others, even for her own family members.. Both of them have the attitude of myself, me first and you have not thought about me before you did this, but they do not see that being together as a family is about compromising, about taking each other's shortcomings and strength and putting it all as one to make everything strong and true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly disheartened.. i know very well that i wouldnt be able to depend on them to look after my parents and that i should have no regrets if i have to pay with my youth to tend to them in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed.. How could anyone put his/ her parents through this all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115314333456644750?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115314333456644750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115314333456644750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115314333456644750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115314333456644750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/untitled.html' title='~untitled~'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115305514174403258</id><published>2006-07-16T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:05:41.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - Part II</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i really wished that we were dating and that it's all as good as how i see it.. haha.. BUT.. i am sane enough to know what's possible and impossible although.. impossible = i-make-possibilities... haha.. i ain being lame here.. but it makes sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after i left Qi, i headed over to his workplace to look for him.. he was studying in his office ok?? i'm amazed.. haha.. he is sometimes just plain shocking.. and i think his buddies are not in town and that's why he has all the time in the world... FOR ME! haha.. otherwise i think i can take aQ nos, even if it's number 1, the number would never even come up.. hahaa... Waited for 167 and it took centuries to come and when it came, the traffic in orchard almost killed all my patience and my world... he was there waiting.. i was there stuck in the jam.. he wasnt pissed or anything but i know that he hates waiting.. and i cant help, jumping off the bus to take the train is a bit too extreme i think.. that would really prove a point if he knows about it.. I got there about 1920hrs i think... I dropped off near where he always parks his car, i think it's everton to him, but according to the raod signs, it's cantoment link and he had a time looking around for me.. haha... and luckily i managed to describe the place a bit and he finally managed to come over.. i was as clueless as he is on where to settle dinner.. i bet he must be hungry but he aint really agreeing to the fact, until we sat down at West coast market and started to order food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Century Egg porridge with raw fish and he was deciding on wu-xiang or fish soup or my porridge and he went along with me... FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, HE AGREES WITH ME THAT THE FOOD IS ALRIGHT!! haha.. he has quite a hard to please appetite.. at first he wanted to order wu-xiang but after noticing the prices displayed he realised that it wasnt a very good idea.. he jsut wanted more century egg but he refused to just order one more to go with his porridge.. i would have gladly given him mine but i think he wont quite accept it, and i would have so much lesser lor.. sigh.. haha.. after i came back from ordering indian rojak, he was commenting that we should have settled for the chinatown porridge if i've told him earlier that i wanted porridge... see.. i am always in the wrong or something.. hhaa.. but anyway, i can eat anything lor.. bring me to anywhere and i would just settle for whatever's on the menu and wont complain about the lack of variety.. broke my vegetarian diet with him for the weeks i am on it.. and he realised.. haaha.. it must have bugged him that i was keeping a diet, he was commenting that he doesnt take any vegetarian food... (that's what i said years ago and see what happened to me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the indian rojak tasted ok.. $2.60.. haha.. we had 4 items, half a potato, banana-like bread stuff, prawn crackers and something which had potato stuffing.. yummy.. i hope it was enough for him, i am basically stuffed like a turkey... he stops when i am eating and continues when i stop.. haaha.. weird right? but i think a smoke was what he really needed.. we got up right after i slurped my last drop of sugar cane... he is a dragon!!!!!!!!! haha.. and i like dragons.. wahaha.. but i prefer dinosaurs... haha.. okok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but.. we had this silly conversation when we were still sitting there.. i was insisting that my mandarin is ok and that i can carry a decent conversation with him without using a single english term... i lost.. on this term.. KOPI-O.. it's ka-fei-wu... wah kao! and i bought him a drink at mac cafe.. IDIOT! asked me to pay for everyone esle's drink too.. idiot.. didnt know i am freaking tight this month.. idiot idiot!! anyway.. spent $10 on meimei also.. hhaa.. power appetite!! kids have a great appetite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to west coast park's mac first.. and the smoking corner was pathetic.. 3 miserable tables squeezed together and we had to fit in meimei and mrs... sigh.. the wind was terrible too.. direction was ever-changing.. i managed to get to take a walk around the park but he insisted that he wants to sit down.. haha.. scared that i rape him siah.. all around darkdark.. hahaha.. i walked right through the sand pitch while he took a long walk around the playground.. and sat himself on a bench.. i dumped my wallet, mobile and watch with him and i went to explore the swing thing.. haha.. i had some fun.. but realised that it aint fun when you just have to jump off the seat at the centre and move the seat back and then jump on it nad then to be stuck in the centre again.. sigh.. for obvious reasons, i abandoned that and went back to him.. we were sitting near this big rope pyramid and i am for one afraid of heights and it's quite impossible for me to scale it.. anyway.. WE managed to convince me to take a shot at it.. i was quite stunned about how to get to it.. put one pawpaw on one rope and then pulled and climbed on another... blah blah blah.. 3 'squares'.. and.. i got stuck.. wahaaha.. unable to move front or back.. and looking down.. eh.. it's.. kinda.. high.. haha.. like a frightened kitten, i sat on the ropes and slowly moved my butt off the toy.. sheepishly went back.. haha.. sigh.. he totally gave me SIGH look and shook his head.. i tried to 'explain' and he totally just entertained me and nodded with such might that he looked as if he might lose his head.. haha.. and i know that it's just plain LOUSY to him.. haha.. i dont like to be too meek or strong infront of him and i just went BLEAH.. whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peng, she, kor and mrs finally got here at about 2120hrs or something.. we sat at mac and had coffee, with half of the time, i was at the playground with meimei digging sand.. haha.. running about trying to build sandcastles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's meimei!! haha.. caught these photos of her at play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1004).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281004%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trusty didnt get a good shot of her.. didnt turn on the night-mode.. haha.. thought that it was bright enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1005).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281005%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  imagining that she has a drink in her hands... haha.. i think all kids love being at play.. and that includes me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thursday, Friday and Saturday, time with him.. is there anything esle to ask for? wahhaa.. kidding..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115305514174403258?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115305514174403258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115305514174403258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115305514174403258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115305514174403258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday-part-ii.html' title='Saturday - Part II'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115303174013020285</id><published>2006-07-16T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:35:40.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Shopping Saturday - Part I</title><content type='html'>Met Qi after driving and breakfast with the Teos. The fare's the same; cruising down Orchard road... I always wonder why i am in town when crowd scares me... Walked around looking for a long wallet for myself but i couldnt find any from Braun.. THEIR DESIGN SUCKED!! I think Perllini is better lor.. But i wont buy myself a Perllini.. Mrs was suggesting that i can try a LV.. But i'm not one of those who are hardcore designer brand chasers.. Hmm.. those who carry LV carries a stigma.. ANYWAY.. die.. dont know offend how many people liao.. haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(994).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28994%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Caught this SYF performance.. Haha.. Affectionately reminding us about how BP used to be Gold winners annually.. I like to be reminded that i am not too old sometimes.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(995).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28995%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Le Sport Sac or whatever it is called.. Super cute! Anyone interested in getting this for my birthday? hhaa... be reminded that the price is $319.. haha.. i just dont believe it myself.. I am one who wont pay this kind of price for a bag like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(997).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28997%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sunflower!! My zodiac flower! With compliments from M1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(996).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28996%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Smiling at you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(998).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28998%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why didnt i see this first?? sigh.. so pretty!! Cant bear to buy myself another pair.. and anyway, it wasnt as nice when i wore it.. HENG ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; INVASION of the 'try for fun only' shooooooooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281000%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms Goondu in action!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(999).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28999%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Face it! It just doesnt look good at all.. But the fun is about laughing at yourself in the mirror..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(1003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%281003%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Bus lane.. And look at the jam.. How can you expect me to be early and in time for Part II?? Sigh... Took me an entire 45mins to 1 hour to get to you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115303174013020285?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115303174013020285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115303174013020285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115303174013020285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115303174013020285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/silly-shopping-saturday-part-i.html' title='Silly Shopping Saturday - Part I'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115286543243310136</id><published>2006-07-14T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:23:52.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night rounding... and boy do i miss it...</title><content type='html'>I think it was about 0022hrs when we parted last evening. I must have looked very tired. Haha… Super sleepy lor… don’t know what he has over me that I am just kept with him always even at the most ridiculous places…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat chatting below my block after I accompanied him to fill up his petrol tank… Anyway, I was supposed to meet him to sign some tortoises for my CPF investment… he sure knows who to go to help him fulfill his quota… I didn’t want to rush the meeting as he was meeting another client and could only meet me after 10pm… I think it’s just him that has this ‘thing’ over me to make me change out of my PJs and then risk being caught by my sleeping parents and sneak out to meet him… haha… I think I was just being very me last evening… dressed in my favourite FILA track pants and OBS polo T I just slipped out of the house to meet him downstairs… please do not think that it’s a very sporty and nice sight… I was in glasses and my hair was so flat and my fringe glued to my forehead… I must have looked like a goon-goon… (stop it, stop it, I know I always look like a goon-goon… ARGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always stunned for the first few minutes when we meet and we wont be able to say anything and then he would definitely either turn on the radio or select a track which I totally do not understand, Cantonese songs. And of course, last night was no exception. We drove all the way to JW Central’s Caltex, the one he always goes to I think to re-fuel. He was pointing to the light indicting tank low and I joked about how he has conned me to come and help him push his car in the case that it totally died… haha… I’m good ah… he burst out laughing also… the usual ‘DIAH-DIOH’ (of course, in hokkien)… haha… Xiao Hei didn’t look as good as it did the last time I saw it; apparently he hasn’t quite taken a shower since forever… (Xiao Hei is his car)… The drive was suddenly very long and it was such a distance that I asked him if we were ever going to get there… haha… he must be thinking ‘since when she complains about rounding with me!?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got to Caltex in one piece at about 2300hrs I think… when I opened the door to get down, I asked what I should be telling the pump attendant… he just said 95… and then I asked, full tank ah?? Some sort of a stupid question but maybe want to only refuel half mah… or ¾ or $40?! How I know ah!? Anyway… Feeling like soon-to-be driver, I proudly went, “95, full tank.” Haha… And then the other thing hit me, the pump attendant asked if I want my windows cleaned… I was like “huh!? Clean what?” I gave him a ‘i-don’t-know-what-he’s-talking-about’ look and he gave me a ‘what-happened?’ look and then I just turned and went to say “Ya, ok lor” Wahahaa…As much stunned as the pump attendant was, I think he is too… He must have been wondering what ‘speed’ I was working on to have such a delayed response… haha… sleepy la… what time liao… i should be home snoring and drooling on hunkie lor… talking about about hunkie, he is getting skinner, sigh, I think I have to re-stuff him soon… he’s been getting un-huggable these days already… lost so much ‘meat’ around his neck, like everyone, his tummy and pawpaws are still the same…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a shopping trip in Caltex… I walked around looking for a drink, he looked at his car accessories stuff, contemplated if he should change his points for a portable car vacuum, bought an air refresher… we stood at the car perfume area and looked through the fragrances… I think men are the dumber sex when it comes to these things, he was totally clueless about where he can hang it in his car, even when it was not built to be hung in the car!!!! And anyway, he bought it and hung it on the back of the front passenger’s seat… we were discuss which fragrance to buy, the strong smelling, the light and the middle smelling one… and of course, being on the safe side, we went for the middle smelling one, which didn’t smell any good anyway… the existing one which he bought, when he was with me the last time round, didn’t smell good either… hmmm… now it sounds like he buys car fragrances whenever I am around… did I smell that bad last night?! I SHOWERED LIAO HOR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 2330hrs when we got back below my block… 1 hour from when he picked me up… how can 2 idiots spend 1 hour at a petrol station… Power… anyway… we sat till about 0023hrs when I went back… how nice… told me to be careful, just going upstairs only lei, 4 times… repeated him… haha… don’t know that girls would catch such small details right? Wahhaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway… bugged him for my birthday present and ordered what I wanted this year already… and he said that he would if he has the $... IDIOT!!!! I was asking for LV or whatever you cant buy below $200 lor!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE SHARES MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT WITH HIM!!! Must make sure that this fella treats his client better… otherwise I wouldn’t buy from him anymore!!! Left him the sms signing off … from: your taken 4 granted client… hahaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newbies not knowing who he is and think that I like him, you’re old news…&lt;br /&gt;Old-birds… haha… you cant stop reading about him right? Hahahaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know where I stand with this fella… so… my eyes are wide opened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more complaint!!! Hates it whenever he brings up the fact of me not getting married within the next 2 years so I can invest my CPF into his funds… Major stamped my feet and gave him an ARGH and exasperated face when he mentioned it… and then he went “what?! True ma… You are unwanted now what…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faint*faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you marry me when I’m 28 then? 30? 35?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115286543243310136?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115286543243310136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115286543243310136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115286543243310136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115286543243310136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/late-night-rounding-and-boy-do-i-miss.html' title='late night rounding... and boy do i miss it...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115279961371494934</id><published>2006-07-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:06:53.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakae Sushi @ Wheelock Place</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder if i can survive long term with this vegetarian diet.. I made it at Sakae Sushi! I gave up my favourite sashimi and sushi!! How amazing!! Oh well.. I aint Amazing Grace for no reason! wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(992).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28992%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Brendon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(990).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28990%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kaijun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(991).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28991%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Brendon and Kaijun.. Like very shy ah?? Sigh.. Not bad right? Quite a nice pair! wahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115279961371494934?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115279961371494934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115279961371494934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115279961371494934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115279961371494934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/sakae-sushi-wheelock-place.html' title='Sakae Sushi @ Wheelock Place'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115279869148245510</id><published>2006-07-13T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:51:31.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos galore...</title><content type='html'>Enjoy my shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this at Boon Lay Shopping Centre when i went over to book my tickets with Bren that afternoon... Dont you love the Chinese for being such 'intelligent' translators??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(982).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28982%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  SUCKERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(983).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28983%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So... Can't suck if you are having hot drinks ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6 @ Kingsmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(987).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28987%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Alfresco... Level 6, staff R&amp;R area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(988).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28988%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a little toady pond too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till i get the shot of the basketball court ok??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115279869148245510?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115279869148245510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115279869148245510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115279869148245510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115279869148245510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/photos-galore.html' title='Photos galore...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115279741057759133</id><published>2006-07-13T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:30:10.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your birthdate tells a thousand tales...</title><content type='html'>8月10日（太阳&amp;#幸运之轮）&lt;br /&gt;代表人物：胡佛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;热情 (ya lah... now i know why i frightened those men away!!)、坦诚 (mean to say i tactless la)、大方、活跃，善于表现自我；沟通能力很强 (oh boy, i can go on and on and on..)，具有很好的创新能力；企图心很强，运气很好(but i dont buy 4d or gamble lei..)，可以成为公众人物 (see! i should be on tv or something.. )。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;优点是精力充沛，活力旺盛；能言善道，幽默(now laugh... wahaha)、慷慨，具影响力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;缺点是喜欢自我炫耀，并且指挥和控制别人。 (ok.. i'm hilter?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would someone translate it (properly) to English for me please??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115279741057759133?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115279741057759133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115279741057759133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115279741057759133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115279741057759133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-birthdate-tells-thousand-tales.html' title='Your birthdate tells a thousand tales...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115253936539245960</id><published>2006-07-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:49:25.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my feet again</title><content type='html'>life's back on track again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it makes me feel like a loser.. always falling and then picking yourself up again.. falling and then picking yourself up again.. how many times must i go through this to get it correct? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quiet these days.. my mobile dont ring.. no one smses me.. no one calls me.. haha.. but then again.. i am starting to enjoy and like this serenity.. it's a liberation.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday is coming soon next month and i starting to think about what i would should could be doing on my birthday.. haha.. definitely the Genting Highlands trip is a pre-celebration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115253936539245960?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115253936539245960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115253936539245960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115253936539245960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115253936539245960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-my-feet-again.html' title='on my feet again'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115245022862149109</id><published>2006-07-09T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:10:37.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-named comment-er..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="c115096767284905514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;you find your life in great dismay,&lt;br /&gt;remember it's not the end come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when it involves the matters of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder how happiness can play a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and see that is there is light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;From which all pain will be filtered out like in a funnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is not a destination,&lt;br /&gt;it's a journey from the time of creation.&lt;br /&gt;so,let not your heart be buried by blured vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live each day at it's best,&lt;br /&gt;despite the hurts and depress,&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the future ahead,&lt;br /&gt;and softly enjoy the wind of love's caress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a journey..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115245022862149109?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115245022862149109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115245022862149109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115245022862149109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115245022862149109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/un-named-comment-er.html' title='Un-named comment-er..'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115244981117227905</id><published>2006-07-09T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:56:51.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>To my readers who have left me comments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isnt that i didnt want to approve them.. It's about me not being informed about it by blogger.. Anyway.. Got your comments up already and thanks for caring.. Do leave your name behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the Tag board too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115244981117227905?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115244981117227905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115244981117227905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115244981117227905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115244981117227905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115237415444139178</id><published>2006-07-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T09:51:34.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dbl O - part 2!</title><content type='html'>okok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. we first bought 2 jugs of vodka ribena.. Ber, me and him shared it through before me and Xiang went onto the dancefloor.. we left Ber standing there.. haha.. oops.. but when we started to dance to the quite empty dancefloor, he complained that he isnt 'high' enough and then we went back to look for Ber and i ordered him 3 tequila shots.. I took 1 and he 2.. He totally disliked the drink.. from his face i can tell.. haha... you are supposed to take the lemon to neutralise the effect after the shot but he said that he doesnt like lemons.. ANYWAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we left for the dancefloor.. all 3 of us.. dancing dancing.. and there was this SOLO lady dancing... and i jio her to join us but she said that she is ok.. must be waiting for some vultures to come and swoop down on her or something.. haha.. i wont be able to do that.. although.. a bit later on.. i was alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we danced danced and then jio her again and she came over and joined us.. she's Ling.. my first stranger friend.. not long after she went to take a drink and we are back to square 1.. 3 of us.. i think it's somehow about here that Xiang went to get another drink.. He came back with half a jug of vodka orange, i took a bit to quench thirst.. dont know if Ber took any.. and then we were on the dancefloor again.. he's about there liao i see.. the kick has kicked in and he was quite dancing away.. haha.. i ignored him and smiled to the boys beside me and they were quite shocked.. eh.. hmm.. anyway.. we suddenly found ourselves 5 in a group dancing away.. haah.. these guys were old.. 35+ i think.. but they were so very casually dressed.. and then Ling came back with another girl friend and i left these boys and danced with the ladies on the platform.. I think Ling loves the attention that she gets from the height.. I think her friend is Elaine.. not a very friendly lady but ok.. didnt snap at me when i tried to speak to her.. haha.. left them after i feel that my boys were stoned from my disappearance.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. we left to get another drink at the bar area when we.. eh.. i nodded to the guys at the bar.. they were just standing there lor.. so i thought i be friendly and just smiled lor.. and then they stunned and smiled and then within the next minute.. poof.. disappeared.. Xiang laughed at me for being too friendly.. haha.. idiot.. i'm like that what.. idiot.. i'm kor's all time favourite entertainer for strangers.. i think i can part time myself as a social hostress or something... THE KIND THAT ENTERTAINS YOUR GUESTS AT A DECENT FORMAL PARTY.. I found Xiang sitting on a stool when i got back from the ladies.. he wanted to give up his seat but i sat down on his lap instead.. idiot.. complained that i was heavy.. AND I DIDNT EVEN SIT MY FULL WEIGHT DOWN LOR... i stood up but then he said that i could sit.. idiot.. so i sat.. more without my whole weight.. i stood up and then turned and saw a guy looking right in my face.. stunned for a while and then i smiled lor.. friendly lor.. haha.. and then he stunned and then he smiled back.. i think he wanted to say something to me but his gf or lady friend was almost digging her nails into his flesh or something.. oops.. i immediately turned and wanted to small talk to Xiang but found him dozing off.. this is when things are starting to turn more boring.. i dragged him to the dancefloor again and i was holding his hand guiding him along.. i didnt feel correct at all.. weird!! oh.. he took my hand when we walked out from the dancefloor to get another drink the first time.. i must say this.. his paws are super big.. i felt as if my hands were minute within his.. nice and warm.. but freaking big.. and sure didnt feel correct too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. back to the dancefloor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he danced for a while and then i think the music didnt quite moved him and then has again said that he is tired.. DIE.. sure blink liao lor like that.. and then he moved to the gents and i told Ber to tag along.. just in case he drops snoring somewhere.. i sure faint.. and then i was alone.. and then.. these kids approached me.. 22 oldest.. and youngest 19.. i almost died when they told me their age.. when they asked for mine.. i told them 16 and laughed my way through.. wahaha.. of course they didnt buy it.. i would have died if they believed me.. and then we danced and okay.. did a totally unprofessional thing with one of the kiddos.. danced too close with him.. wahaha.. ok lah.. clean fun... just grooved closer to the floor with him close enough behind me.. haha.. and then infront too.. wahaha.. luckily i wasnt caught in the act.. wahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. they came back.. he said that he is tired and then he went to sit on the platform nearer to the DJ console.. yes.. the dancefloor was quite empty.. major empty.. okok.. Dbl O was empty.. quite sianz.. i told the boys that i have to go back le and pointing to Xiang as an excuse to leave them.. wahaha.. who cares if they think that he is my bf or what.. they are freaking young lor.. would be so dead if i am seen with them again.. DIE! We went to get Xiang and Ber was major volunteering himself to walk so close to Xiang, separating me and him.. But i managed to get a hold on Xiang after a distance.. Held onto him because he couldnt walk quite properly.. nothing else.. i suddenly think that maybe arms holding or clinging aint such a big deal now.. maybe.. i think the 'partner' and your 'mentality' has a part to play in 'deciding' or 'thinking' about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Anyway.. Found this photo from way back when i was quite crazy over Xiang.. Year 2003 i think.. How would anyone like me back then? But then.. those were the exact same time that i had bfs.. and not now.. wahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Jinxiang&amp;Me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Jinxiang%26Me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. these photos were taken from last night.. Woohooo... We wouldnt be a pair.. Fate is not on our side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Pic1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Pic1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First shot - always enthu about photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Pic2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Pic2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeling a bit paiseh liao.. Why hold me until so close siah.. He looks like this super CKP!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115237415444139178?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115237415444139178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115237415444139178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115237415444139178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115237415444139178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/dbl-o-part-2.html' title='Dbl O - part 2!'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115233614013787894</id><published>2006-07-08T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:22:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>haha.. cant believed that it would turn out like that last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ber was there too.. actually waited for me at double o and abandoned his friends who headed over to MOS.. haha.. maybe he thought that i was bringing a female friend along.. haha.. anyway.. i dont really know if he had fun.. but i did.. oops.. evil.. hmm.. i'm so very close to him so i dont even know how to really chill with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that stupid jinxiang was late for half hour.. i sat waiting for him at chinese garden.. almost almost bit his head off when he finally showed up.. took the train to b vista and then took 32 over.. the Q at Dbl O was quite long and we 'chopped' ourselves at O Bar and exited and entered Dbl O.. i just felt stupid for the times that i just joined the Q at Dbl O just to get in.. STUPID..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got into Dbl O, the lights came on.. Jinxiang looked at me, i look at him, Ber looked at us and we looked at him.. Good grief.. Routine police raid.. haha.. It was so freaking bright that everyone would have saw everyone.. I freaked out.. I wasnt supposed to be seen there.. with Jinxiang and Ber.. Hid behind Xiang.. haha.. He's much taller and way better built.. hahaa.. yes yes.. exploitation.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! gtg!&lt;br /&gt;be back with stories about drinks.. and dancefloor and me scaring men away..&lt;br /&gt;wahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115233614013787894?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115233614013787894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115233614013787894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115233614013787894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115233614013787894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/double-oooooooooooooooo.html' title='double-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115219847306422405</id><published>2006-07-06T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:07:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a sign</title><content type='html'>i think even blogger wants me to stop penning about HG..&lt;br /&gt;wrote this big chunk and it refused to publish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a sign right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115219847306422405?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115219847306422405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115219847306422405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115219847306422405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115219847306422405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-sign.html' title='it&apos;s a sign'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115219839278165052</id><published>2006-07-06T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:06:32.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115219839278165052?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115219839278165052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115219839278165052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115219839278165052'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115219771126899941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115219771126899941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115219771126899941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115219771126899941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/hg_06.html' title='HG'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115214662460041708</id><published>2006-07-06T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T08:43:44.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag board</title><content type='html'>it's down.. i need to find a new tag board..&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile.. leave me 'messages' by clicking on COMMENTS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115214662460041708?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115214662460041708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115214662460041708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115214662460041708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115214662460041708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/tag-board.html' title='Tag board'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115214641692463409</id><published>2006-07-06T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T08:40:16.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the believers...</title><content type='html'>My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, Iwould have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce."Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired; there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with alighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment onlyincreased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, andI guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say,I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it forme?"He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow... ." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneatha milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me toexplain the reasons further.." This first line was already breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued reading....."When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, andyou cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city; I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help toclip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting...and as I continue on reading..."Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied,please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favourite bread and fresh milk...I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model; it could be the dullest and boring form... Flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface ofthe relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands...  and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A soul mate is the one with whom you could sit with without saying aword and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you have ever had."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115214641692463409?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115214641692463409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115214641692463409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115214641692463409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115214641692463409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-believers.html' title='For the believers...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115211479270227323</id><published>2006-07-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:53:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HG</title><content type='html'>i so feel like slapping myself or laughing at myself..&lt;br /&gt;couldnt control myself and clicked on HG's profile in friendster..&lt;br /&gt;WTF..&lt;br /&gt;Interested in: Relationship/ Dating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin's ass luck theory.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the laughter's with tears..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115211479270227323?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115211479270227323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115211479270227323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115211479270227323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115211479270227323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/hg.html' title='HG'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115211303426364113</id><published>2006-07-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:23:54.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption notice</title><content type='html'>Allow me to introduce Darby to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text courtesy of Baby's owner.. Jason.. For the moment i remember Baby's name, ARIEL ARIEL ARIEL ARIEL ARIEL, better than his.. okok.. Dont ARGH at me Jason.. Jason.. hmm.. I got the name correct right?? GOOD GRIEF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darby is a stray and fathered a few kittens. He is the husband of a mother cat who gave birth to kittens outside her(his friend's) house. He cares and protects his baby and wife outside her house's corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friend's cat bully his wife, he whacked the cat until go vet. He protects his woman(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Now the wife and kitten have adoptors and would be going to the new house but he is still roaming the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad case for a champion cat.&lt;br /&gt;He was the champion because the Japanese judge loves his soft fur a lot. She said that it felt soft and makes her happy just by holding him. And he was among the first 30 cats competing in the category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were nicer and more beautiful cats around but he somehow touched the judges' hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Something must be special about him. He has a great character. (just like grace, grace added this herself, wahaha) Even though he is a stray, he doesn't bite and loves human affection and will show it back with his "less-than-macho" purrs and meows. Tickle him below the chin and he will readily flop on the floor for u to belly rub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is perfect for first time cat owners. And because you already know his character, he gives no surprises and he is fits readily and fine in a new environment. He was with me for a week and on the 2nd nite, he was snuggling with me on the bed!! (betrayal to Baby!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still young.. About 2 years old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purrfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen... Darby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love me for a reason, and let the reason be love.." - Having a pet is a lifetime commitment. Pet responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/IMG_3873.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/IMG_3873.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Nua-ing is just perfect for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/IMG_3907.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/IMG_3907.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Dont i just look sexy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/IMG_3916.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/IMG_3916.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A constipated look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/IMG_3892.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/IMG_3892.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Tummy rub time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/IMG_3913.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/IMG_3913.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Take photo?? I'll sit properly... Make sure i be handsome ah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115211303426364113?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115211303426364113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115211303426364113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115211303426364113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115211303426364113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/adoption-notice_05.html' title='Adoption notice'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115206960016374723</id><published>2006-07-05T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T11:20:00.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August ~ trippin' out ~</title><content type='html'>~ triple trippin' fun ~&lt;br /&gt;Genting Highlands, here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115206960016374723?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115206960016374723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115206960016374723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115206960016374723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115206960016374723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/august-trippin-out.html' title='August ~ trippin&apos; out ~'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115185175950987727</id><published>2006-07-02T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:49:19.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2, 2006</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the concern that i have received.. It's heart warming.. I know that i am loved by all and everyone of you but sometimes.. This same love does not heal me as much and as fast as the hurt the other love causes.. haha.. But this doesnt mean that you love is any lesser than that love!! It's means more to me though but just that.. hmm.. i think i got myself into a corner.. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER IT IS.. Friendship stays above all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is a choice.. A choice if you want to carry a smile or a frown on your face each day in life.. And since so many of you think my smile is great.. the choice is obvious right? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(918).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28918%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should really love myself a bit more from now on... I think i have learnt to love myself more and to protect myself more.. But maybe it's not enough as yet? Haha.. i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guangzhou is such an experience.. Being in a country where Mandarin and Cantonese is their main language.. And i do not speak decent and excellent Mandarin though i understand a little bit of Cantonese.. TV is excruciating.. Nothing too much to watch on TV... Nothing too much that i can understand too... My favourite TV channel?? MTV and caught one episode of Shi-Zhi-Lu-Kou.. Quite funny.. If i am going to stay there for the long term.. I think i would be a great karaoke singer.. haha... I only stare at the MTV channel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over and done with HG was easier over there and it's much less mobile staring as you have new things to keep you occupied with.. Look at my face when i am on my way back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost the million dollar megawatt smile.. haha.. But it would be better as the days goes by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i think it's getting better.. I heal faster.. I think because i have also given up more hopes in exchange for peace.. haha.. The less i place any emphasis on it.. The more i dont think much of it.. Somehow.. i can only wait for the day that it means nothing anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115185175950987727?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115185175950987727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115185175950987727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115185175950987727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115185175950987727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/july-2-2006.html' title='July 2, 2006'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115184969691194550</id><published>2006-07-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:14:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20066.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20066.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  inside the taxi cab.. TV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you have to pay them a meagre amount for fuel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MacDonald's!! Their chilli sauce is damn fine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20072.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20072.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20069.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20069.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Li Juan.. my account service executive..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115184969691194550?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115184969691194550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115184969691194550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115184969691194550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115184969691194550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/city-scenes_02.html' title='City scenes'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115183988828932721</id><published>2006-07-02T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:32:48.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20086.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20086.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my favourite photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20090.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20090.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20103.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20103.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20096.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20096.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20105.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20105.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20097.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20097.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115183988828932721?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115183988828932721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115183988828932721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115183988828932721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115183988828932721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/city-scenes.html' title='City scenes'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115181796276607902</id><published>2006-07-02T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:37:54.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From hotel room...</title><content type='html'>Liu Hua Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20030.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20032.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i am a natural in messing up rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20034.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on our right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20036.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right infront...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20042.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20042.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; slightly to the left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20043.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  more towards the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20041.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20041.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's actually a bus terminus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20040.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20040.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at the crowd.. craziness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115181796276607902?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115181796276607902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115181796276607902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115181796276607902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115181796276607902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/from-hotel-room.html' title='From hotel room...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115181443246211745</id><published>2006-07-02T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:26:33.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airborne</title><content type='html'>Changi T1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is it pure sleepiness or sadness or tears that speak from my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my birdie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Airborne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it's Singapore... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Transit at BKK.. Loads of people looking at me.. The kind of where the hell she came from!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buttie of my second birdie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Runaway!!! ahem.. Runway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thailand from way up there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/0%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/0%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dont know where this is.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115181443246211745?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115181443246211745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115181443246211745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115181443246211745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115181443246211745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/airborne.html' title='Airborne'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115168151500010730</id><published>2006-06-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:31:55.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SOULFUL RELATIONSHIP</title><content type='html'>If you're not married yet, share this with a friend. If you are married,share it with your spouse or other married couples and reflect on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An African proverb states, "Before you get married, keep both eyes open,and after you marry, close one eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust,desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a lowself-esteem, make you blind to warning signs. Keep your eyes open, anddon't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see asfaults aren't really important.Once you decide to commit to someone, over time his or her flaws,vulnerabilities, pet peeves, and differences will become more obvious. Ifyou love your mate and want the relationship to grow and evolve, you've gotto learn to close one eye and not let every little thing bother you. Youand your mate have many different expectations, emotional needs, values,dreams, weaknesses, and strengths. You are two unique individual children of God who have decided to share a life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of you are perfect, but are you perfect for each other? Do you bring out the best in each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete,compare, and control? What do you bring to the relationship? Do you bringpast relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain? You can't takesomeone to the altar to alter him or her. You can't make someone love youor make someone stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment, and "a life", you won'tfind yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness orresponsible for your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manipulation, control, jealousy, neediness, and selfishness are not theingredients of a thriving, healthy, loving and lasting relationship!Seeking status, sex, wealth, and security are the wrong reasons to be in arelationship. What keeps a relationship strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication, intimacy, trust, a sense of humour, sharing household tasks,some getaway time without business or children and daily exchanges (a meal,shared activity, a hug, a call, a touch, a note).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a nice message on the voicemail or send a nice email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing common goals and interests. Growth is important. Grow together, notaway from each other, giving each other space to grow without feelinginsecure. Allow your mate to have outside interest. You can't always betogether. Give each other a sense of belonging and assurances ofcommitment. Don't try to control one another. Learn each other's familysituation. Respect his or her parents regardless. Don't put pressure oneach other for material goods. Remember for richer or for poorer. If thesequalities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment,withdrawal, abuse, neglect, dishonesty, and pain replace the passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between 'United' and 'Untied' is where you put the 'i'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115168151500010730?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115168151500010730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115168151500010730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115168151500010730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115168151500010730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/soulful-relationship.html' title='A SOULFUL RELATIONSHIP'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115164449475130207</id><published>2006-06-30T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:14:54.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the little ass is back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meant lass...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115164449475130207?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115164449475130207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115164449475130207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115164449475130207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115164449475130207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-ass-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115119281801080704</id><published>2006-06-25T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T07:46:58.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ T1</title><content type='html'>i think i am still dreaming.. as i sat at the waiting area.. i was just waiting for someone to appear to just send me off or wave hello.. or maybe just a call to say take care.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;it's an early morning flight.. cant help but still be day dreaming away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this short short short trip would do me good.. bring me away from singapore for a while and make  me realise how nice and lovely with  my friends and family is.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a msn msg from HG last evening when i was online.. he asked if i was ok.. haha.. how should i answer him? i didnt.. tell him that i am ok? tell him that i am not? why bother? why be concerned? i dont know.. maybe there's still friendship between us but it's just bugging me that i might not be able to take it anymore.. maybe i would be able but it isnt now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for kor's bbq last evening.. it was great.. although i was on vegetarian, i still had food to munch on.. kor's mummy is great.. nice bee hoon and curry vegetables! haha.. the SGC boys were there.. it's nice.. really nice.. i like my friends.. i love them! shall wait for the photos to be in from bunbun and then i'll post it up.. haha.. oh oh.. most of them said that i've slimmed down! yayyy!! how nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok..&lt;br /&gt;got to go!&lt;br /&gt;boarding now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115119281801080704?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115119281801080704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115119281801080704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115119281801080704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115119281801080704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/t1.html' title='@ T1'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115107391251072373</id><published>2006-06-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:45:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CommunicAsia 2006</title><content type='html'>CMMA 2006...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;for&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(953).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28953%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuaWei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(957).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28957%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean and chic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(955).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28955%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite booth with hanging branding structure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(947).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28947%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golla&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(948).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(951).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28951%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucent Technologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(953).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(949).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28949%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siemens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(944).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28944%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung - Gorgeous ladies galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(943).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28943%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motorola - Appealing... Big budget for this show... Double bigger budget for their doubly gorgeous babes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(945).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28945%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTT DoCoMo - Interesting showcase of future technology&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115107391251072373?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115107391251072373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115107391251072373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115107391251072373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115107391251072373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/communicasia-2006.html' title='CommunicAsia 2006'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115107154529813185</id><published>2006-06-23T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:05:45.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the transfer</title><content type='html'>Maybe there's more to life than the affairs of the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have applied for a transfer to some branch away from Singapore.. I dont know where they might send me.. I dont know if they might even send me.. I just want to be away... Just leave Singapore behind.. My family, my friends... My hurt.. My pain.. My happiness.. Everything.. I dont want anymore of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to leave..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115107154529813185?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115107154529813185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115107154529813185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115107154529813185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115107154529813185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/transfer.html' title='the transfer'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115107107065788465</id><published>2006-06-23T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:57:50.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(960).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28960%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(963).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28963%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(965).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28965%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115107107065788465?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115107107065788465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115107107065788465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115107107065788465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115107107065788465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115095358694305998</id><published>2006-06-22T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:24:44.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disillusioned</title><content type='html'>it happened again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i am cursed for such things to happen to me but it's another walk in the park again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart feels nothing but it's an uneasy feeling that i do not wish to acknowledge.. the more i ignore it, the more it bugs me.. though my eyes cry no more tears, my heart aches and twists in agony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a game for the strong.. it aint for me.. i am weak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a shoulder to rest on, to cry on, to die on...&lt;br /&gt;just take my life away... i dont want it anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115095358694305998?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115095358694305998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115095358694305998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115095358694305998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115095358694305998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/disillusioned.html' title='disillusioned'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115012304153673508</id><published>2006-06-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:37:21.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Spencer Han</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/sh%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/sh%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;shpl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Left to right) Steven Ho, David Chan, Colin Goh, Mr Han  and myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Han,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a sad moment that you have decided to leave us without bidding us goodbye. It's with such a heavy heart that we have to let you go. The moments we have shared, the conversations that we have made, the experiences that you have shared would forever remain with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it might be with a heavy heart that you have left too; leaving behind your dearest, beloved wife and two lovely daughters. I can only pray hard and well for you and them that everything would stay the same from now on and i pray for strength in which God would shower and gather your family in his arms and keep them safe from grief and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can maybe go on forever about the past but maybe it's the future that we should be looking ahead right now.. Be strong and i am very grateful and glad that our paths crossed once before and i would treasure those moments eternally... You would be fondly and dearly missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye, Mr Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Meimei aka&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xiang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115012304153673508?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115012304153673508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115012304153673508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115012304153673508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115012304153673508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/mr-spencer-han.html' title='Mr. Spencer Han'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115003291666147637</id><published>2006-06-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:35:16.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the esplanade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(935).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28935%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(934).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28934%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(933).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28933%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(932).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28932%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(931).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28931%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a different feeling this time round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the skies were overcasted and the gentle breeze softly caressed our faces as we sat looking out into the waters and the buildings.. the haze blurred the buildings as i snapped the photos.. it was such a lovely night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met again at city hall at about 1645hrs.. and headed over to Changi Airport.. We were clueless about what to do and where to go and he came up with this suggestion.. i can tell that he takes much effort in deciding where to go and considering about what i want to do too.. and i think it's a very nice and sweet gesture.. or maybe it's just that i havnt been well taken care of and that's why suddenly having someone near and by me is much appreciated.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we found ourselves lost at T1.. haha.. Took the skytrain over from T2 and was wondering where was the viewing gallery and then also looked for swensen to have some ice cream.. found the viewing gallery and the sign that reads... Swensen has moved to T2.. Please visit us there.. i burst out laughing and he gave me a ARGH.. told you not to come over to T1 liao look.. I just smiled sheepishly at him.. haha.. How would i know that it's closed? haha.. Nothing much to see as the planes were like all gone.. except for two... We looked at each other and knew that there's nothing much to do except to have head back to T2.. Dragged him to Jollibean and grabbed a drink.. I LOVE SOYABEAN!! 'this way to skytrain' and 'walkway to Terminal 2' stared at us and he asked me which route i wanted to take and with our drinks in hand, the choice is obvious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all men melt under Singapore's sunny weather.. Haha.. he was major perspiring away... Ginger soyabean milk.. i dont think i would drink it man.. the smell is so strong! but i do drink ginger tea though.. haha... It was a tedious 500m walk through the weather and a misjudge ride in the lift.. haha.. found ourselves in some ulu area of T2.. Zipped back into the lift and took the ride down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to City Hall after dinner at Swensen... Omelette and Vegetable's pizza... Frosted Malt Chocolate or something... Shared food, very filling for it as the seats were exactly built for dining.. sofa seats and coffee tables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's quite a ... a ... hmm.. lost for words here.. he asked me to take his arm as we walked around T2 looking at the swarms of people sending people off and arms wide open welcoming back their loved ones... i took his arm and we just walked around... it's the kind of nice and warm feeling to jsut to walking around with someone... there's no absolute statement for commitment and i am comfortable for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's me who cannot get over the relationships that i have had.. the failures, the disappointments, the pain, the hurt... and how a guy like him could have appeared in my life.. close enough to the one... but reality isnt so sweet and kind... havnt been kind before... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i am grateful for as long as this would be.. and maybe it's also a sign that good men exist and all hopes are not lost.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115003291666147637?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115003291666147637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115003291666147637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115003291666147637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115003291666147637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/esplanade_11.html' title='the esplanade'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-115002907608538168</id><published>2006-06-11T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:31:16.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it the clock ticking?</title><content type='html'>Grace's niece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy aka Da-Ge's little dashing stud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(930).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28930%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-115002907608538168?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115002907608538168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=115002907608538168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115002907608538168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/115002907608538168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-it-clock-ticking.html' title='is it the clock ticking?'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114986637493059519</id><published>2006-06-09T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:19:34.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koon Meng &amp; Grace's Wedding</title><content type='html'>The second friend's wedding that i attended.. And this time i got to be the AH-YI!! The one with the master plan.. Haha... We made KM eat 4 different foodstuff, sour(diluted vinegar), sweet(honey+sugar water), bitter(raw bittergourd) and spicy(chilli padi) to signify the toils and joys that they would be going through... Made him peel pigeon's eggs and then eat them... We thought that their big fingers wouldnt be able to make it... Made him sign his promises on a card to Grace... Strung her a necklace, which ultimately became a bracelet... hahaa.... And here are the photos.. So funny... Oh oh... And then made him MO mahjong tiles, and line from yi-wan to jiu-wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to upload the photo some other day... uploading it to yahoo now.. first..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114986637493059519?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114986637493059519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114986637493059519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114986637493059519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114986637493059519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/koon-meng-graces-wedding.html' title='Koon Meng &amp; Grace&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114977843147041479</id><published>2006-06-08T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:53:51.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear</title><content type='html'>i am just starting not to feel correct after all of the smses and conversations we had over these 2 short weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has our photos up on his friendster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at how things are progressing.. it frightens me.. the more i feel afriad.. the more i want to draw away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, how, what, where or when it started.. but is this what they call phobia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114977843147041479?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114977843147041479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114977843147041479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114977843147041479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114977843147041479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/fear.html' title='fear'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114951611244702555</id><published>2006-06-05T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:18:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend</title><content type='html'>HG got home and rang me after his shower. I was still with the ladies and i told him that i would ring him back. Rang him back at about midnight after Elaine jumped out of the taxi and he was company for the rest of the journey.. Chatted with him till about 0110hrs and then i went to get a shower and then further continued the conversation till about half past two.. it was quite to a point that i could just collapse in bed and snore but after i put down the phone.. i was super awake.. and it was so hard to get to sleep.. tossed and turned and it was such agony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Grace and Amanda at Breko @ Bugis on Saturday to discuss the wedding door games we are playing (scheming) to tekan KM to the MAX.. haha.. It should be good... I'm bringing my camera to the wedding tomorrow and i would be snapping some photos! Amanda is such a darling and no wonder he liked her once before.. Haha.. HEAR-SAY ah.. no one confirmed it... Anyway.. I couldnt eat anything that day except for the snapple drink i had and then the vegetarian mee siam i had with HG at Fortune Centre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a vegetarian.. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt drink... Smoke.. Gamble.. or even go KTV... I CANT BELIEVE IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i have hung out with the usual bad boys until it's to a point that i believe all men are borned to be wild and muck around.. And as usual.. I just do not quite believe him... Since i dont really know him to begin with.. But hopefully it's going to grow into something good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was not going well... JTi, the loss of the jacket.. and Kelly services... The fussy bitches... My colleagues and even my contractors asked me to go and offer my prayers.. I didnt go it quite as i feel like there's a request and then that's why i am going... So i went on a vegetable diet before i shall go and offer my prayers... At least more sincere in doing it... Like trying to redeem myself a bit first before i go there.. Promised that it's a week, 7 days... It's been.. i think i started the vegetable thingy since the 29th and i am still keeping to it.. i have to 'give back' the day that i broke the promise for my boss's farewell dinner on the 30th.. and today is the 5th.. Tomorrow sounds like the last day isnt it? 29th, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, today 5th... Nope.. tomorrow is the last day.. Cham.. Wedding dinner tomorrow how to keep to the diet?? Sigh.. And maybe this weekend i could go and pray at Bugis le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with HG and AC after the codename: TEKAN KM meeting.. haha.. AC came late and i hung with HG at the food place for a while and waited for him... He had a nasty huge serving of Nasi Bryani.. VEGETARIAN style.. dont ask me man... I have no idea how they did it... I thought that it was rude snapping on his food so i refrained.. I could tell that he was enjoying his serving much better than mine.. haha.. and he even had this dessert.. Some mango puree with 'tadpoles' dessert.. I could barely finish the mee siam and my appetite was so disappointing... 3 plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 plus.. We found ourselves at the Marina Square foodcourt, me wanting a drink, they had dinner.. He had this amazing portioned mixed rice, and a towering ice kacang.. I almost flipped when they came back with their food.. 2 hours.. Nothing stops them.. AC had.. AC had.. eh.. i forgot.. and an ice kacang too... haha.. he was next to me and i couldnt quite see what he was eating.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a walk and train ride to Orchard, after giving up on Suntec... The PC Show totally destroyed my mood for the day.. I HATE SO PUBLIC SHOWS NOW... it's like some LA-SAP show... Everyone was just crowding around everywhere!! Totally pissed me off.. But he provides a nice shield and way opener.. Big sized enough.. haha... Nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at Orchard, both of them had ice cream... Bread ice cream from the MUST EAT AND THE ONLY STALL RIGHT OUTSIDE TAKASHIMAYA.. (he claims...) For the entire day.. Mee Siam was my only meal and maybe 1.2litres of water after it... Maybe the way they were eating totally ruined my appetite.. haha.. MONSTERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat outside this toy store.. The better toy store for better toys at Takashimaya's Fourm or something like that level... And we took this shot.. of our legs.. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(897).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28897%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, AC and then HG... AC loves sitting in the centre always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught X-men 3 also after i asked them what did they wanted to do as it drew close to 9pm.. I was quite wanting to get a beer with my kors and i thought the good boys would be crying for home soon.. But we headed for Cineleisure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-men 3... Nice, enjoyable.. I totally adored the Jane? Jen? The lady in red.. And the bird man.. Liked how swoops down and flies around.. As free as a bird.. Honestly.. i have no idea what the hell was going on in the movie.. Oh.. He bought me the combo set and AC and him got the drinks like i chomped down on the popcorn.. I could barely finished a fifth and HG did the honours to the last few scraps of corn.. My my my.. What did i hear about men with huge appetites?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a cab home with AC as he lives at JWest central and we chatted nicely, though not comfortably in the cab.. He's a Malaysian, came from Sarawak... Same age as HG, 1977, vegetarian too.. Works in some IT firm, doing the night shifts, handling the server... He is a shy but totally shocked HG when AC teased me about me dying to get married when we passed by the bridal show at Taka and i was like eh.. "Bridal show.." HG burst out in laughter and i was major shell shocked.. WHERE THAT CAME FROM!? He is this nice quiet docile man whom woman wont be able to appreciate these days... Me inclusive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a msn conversation with HG that night and it somehow totally send a chill down my spine when the words came spilling out from his keyboard.. He sounds like TTC.. He behaves and talks about a commitment but over the wires.. he suddenly turn afraid and non-committal.. Ok ok.. I am not eyeing for a commitment here.. But he is sticky.. SMS me with the sweetest stuff.. My only complain.. His language ability... LACKING!!! But he is a nice person to bring out and show off to. GASP.. Have i too fallen for the looks over matter issue? He adores my character.. He loves being around me as i do not make his stressed out.. He is just able to chill and be himself around me.. But how would i know if that's the real him? i dont even know him... Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. We met at orchard last evening.. I was shopping for a dress for KM's wedding dinner and he was SUPPOSED to attend his friend's wedding dinner when suddenly his khakis decided all not to attend.. so he stayed by me and we shopped around.. I could have broke his legs that day.. Isetan @ Shaw, Wisma, Taka, Paragon... And he suggested we walked to City Hall to catch a train home.. We stopped by at Heeren and he zipped into HMV.. I almost fell asleep inside there... Boring.. We walked around and rested our feet right outside this store next to The Balcony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(907).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28907%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice store to be facing.. I whipped out trusty and snapped a totally corny shot of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(903).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28903%29.2.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok.. way ugly.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took some shots of us 2... Showing one only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(905).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28905%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we carried on walking.. Guess where is this place.. We had desserts here.. He and his tummy.. amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(911).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="81" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28911%29.jpg" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we carried on walking until City hall... Passed by Plaza Singapura.. The Cathay.. Hotel Rendevouz.. SAM.. NTUC Income house.. Chijmes.. It's like a never ending journey.. I enjoyed it.. He gave me his arm thrice and i just held on for a while and then let go.. I know i cannot hold on for too long.. I do not want a commitment to a non-committal person.. But i like and enjoy his company.. Sweet, nice and way adorable when you look at him chomping on his food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Grace caught a glimpse of him and even Amanda found him attractive.. I love his height.. She does too.. Suckers for tall men.. 180cm.. Nice.. Nice towering body over yours when you walk together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to dream, ask or pray for much.. if it happens.. it happens.. i dont know if i have already fallen.. but i am just going to still keep my options open.. If he does fall in, it would be a nice big and fat bonus for me... Otherwise.. I'll just have to move on and wait for the other unexpected guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114951611244702555?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114951611244702555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114951611244702555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114951611244702555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114951611244702555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/weekend.html' title='the weekend'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114951225787292091</id><published>2006-06-05T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:57:37.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday ladies' night-out</title><content type='html'>The ladies from SHPL... Just realised that those in BLACK have left and WHITE are still there.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Top: Miki, Elaine and Me. Bottom: Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left to Right: Jen, Me, Miki &amp; Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(895).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28895%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  NYDC @ Heeren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(889).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28889%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jen &amp; Miki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(893).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28893%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Elaine and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think we look the best.. wahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114951225787292091?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114951225787292091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114951225787292091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114951225787292091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114951225787292091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-ladies-night-out.html' title='friday ladies&apos; night-out'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114920795532834016</id><published>2006-06-02T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T08:25:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes popping...</title><content type='html'>couldnt believe what i did last night..&lt;br /&gt;spent an entire 2 hours on the mobile with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good grief..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt believe that i made that phonecall and then he had to call me back (because his phone bills were high!?) and which he did.. an entire freaking 2 hours.. and we honestly.. barely know each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever we spoke about voiced down to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he is misunderstood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misunderstood by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done to myself this time again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114920795532834016?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114920795532834016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114920795532834016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114920795532834016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114920795532834016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/eyes-popping.html' title='eyes popping...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114908069803318181</id><published>2006-05-31T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:20:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bust the bones!</title><content type='html'>i had the most amazing built up this week... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was involved in HR Congress and clients being Kelly Services.. you wouldnt believe them... There's this bunch of ladies who think they have paid a big deal of money and expected everything to be of interior finishing.. It's freaking ridiculous, and may i add that it's an understatement, for them to be demanding a few things not of exhibition standards from me... it's super amazing that i broke down in tears after they left in a fit that night... i think this is the only time i have ever cried over a booth that i've built...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.. i would want to profess that i hate all women who demand the world when they have brains and knowledge of an atom... and i am being very kind here already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they asked why they werent given the option of raising the heights of the booths when the height regulation laid down by the organiser was 4m. they asked me why their structures were so low when they have already approved the design. they asked me why are their structures painted in emulsion paint and not in glossy paint? it's an indian thing i think.. it's grossly shining and green and they adored it, ask around and you might raise a few eyebrows... and it was such a joke for one of them to tell me that their booth were so complimented by a lot of people yesterday.. honestly.. their stand, well, mine, next to JobsDB booth's, containing a SBS bus, looked like a bus stop.. i dont know if i should blame the designer or maybe he was being forced to change it until that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. the story continues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they purposely slid their shoe on the counters to dirty them and ask why these counters can be dirtied.. i was amazed.. she was so particular about the wires hanging all over the place on her plasma tv but then agreed to have the speakers moved down and the the cable was all over the place.. regional marketing director... i think she's better indoors.. hmm.. oh well.. she is.. IN THE EXPO HALL.. anyway... and she major shifted the taglines and text on the fascia board, left right and then right left and then down up and then up down... shifting in a few 10s of cm... what fucking difference does it make!? my artists were really losing their patience until i had to chip in to get some other graphics work done for them... and then the electricals, they had to shift the arm HQI left right, up and down.. a bit more to the side.. the logo aint catching the light and stuff when the place where she placed the light was impossible to work with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really surrender myself to these ladies... oh the best part.. besides telling me that theirs, mine, booth is the best.. (so wanting to tell her that there are not much special stands around, 4 including hers) she wanted to vaccuum the carpet and then asked me to do a few more things and then added in that we arent so picky and fussy about stuff, you know.. i really.. almost ALMOST burst out laughing... i could have cried laughing my heart out at her... it's almost like telling me that mink aint the best when she wears nothing but mink... i could have slapped her too but i decided against it because i didnt want to wash my hands with dettol after it... but honestly.. i pity one of the ladies there.. she was quite bascially a pushover and she was not only walked over.. walked on.. trampled on and stuffed out... sigh.. anyway... hate all of these ladies.. but.. i have to go every morning and straighten the stuff out for them and can i wish for the next event/ exhibtition team who fishes for their contract good and massive luck when they put their signature on the dotted line.. it's apparently.. you selling yourself to them.. not them to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. anyway... enough bitching... let me speak of something more ME related..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember han guan? he's back.. with a new and nice twist.. i am begining to like men more now.. about how they can 'blow hot and blow cold'.. haha... he went to sabah over that weekend for some trekking thingy.. when he got back, me and one of his friends, AC, were chatting online when AC teased about me being his darling and he immediately used the 'turned green and wants to vomit' icon over msn and then use another 'you must be kidding/ joking/ or are you blind' icon... and then went on to speak of this new lady in his life, goods from KL... haha.. about how sweet she is, and how she is coming to S'pre for an interview and he would celebrate his birthday with her over that saturday.. was is saturday or sunday that i got his sms asking where i was? Saturday.. maybe apparrently, the date didnt fall through or he wanted to spite me... whatever for i dont know.... and i got an sms from him last evening about how he wants to shower me with his love and all.. my eyes almost popped out like coke in a shaken coke can... i couldnt help it but ignored that bit of the sms... haha.. i was major laughing my heart though.. and i asked him about the KL lady and why would he be needing me in any case and he said that she was just a friend.. i just couldnt believe him.. got an sms from him last evening too.. said that he totally adores my character and it's the personality that he would love me for when he is whining about my new glasses not looking fine on me, my tail, and my kingsmen polo T.. i was at work when i met him that evening at suntec... hmmm.. maybe men could be like ladies too.. confused?? hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. sometimes when i look around me.. i would be happier being single.. i wouldnt have to be stressed about his frequent trekking trips, my worktrips, my life, when we argue.. but i do not deny that i long for the arms to hold me tight.. the encouraging words to lift me from despair.. or the person to just be with me when the day/ night gets long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. just caught wind of boss wanting to send me to Guangzhou... CHEENA!!! good grief.. what would become of me?! i would be eating porridge with sweet potatoes everyday.. haha.. kidding..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114908069803318181?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114908069803318181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114908069803318181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114908069803318181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114908069803318181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/bust-bones.html' title='bust the bones!'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114830810306924231</id><published>2006-05-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:28:23.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the l0ve 0f my liFe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/2897662200049061787uvWlag_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/2897662200049061787uvWlag_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114830810306924231?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114830810306924231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114830810306924231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114830810306924231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114830810306924231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/l0ve-0f-my-life.html' title='the l0ve 0f my liFe'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114821716445359291</id><published>2006-05-21T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:12:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...beeep..beeeep.... updating records.. please wait...</title><content type='html'>I just finished Semicon and TFWA over these 2 weekends at Suntec... If you visited Suntec last week, you might spot the bright orange carpets at the registration area... That's Taxfree!! TFWA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put these photos up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(873).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28873%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(874).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28874%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(875).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28875%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken from my site office on the 2nd level inside the hall itself.. not bad ah? I mean the exhibition; it's very different from the usual ones that i get to see.. This is the upmarket kind, where everyone, well, almost everyone keeps to a laminated finish instead of the usual paint finish... Budget is higher but expectations also are rising... You get to meet the rich and nice people, rich and mean, rich and disgusting.. Got shouted at by this farking Cheena or Taiwan or HK lady... She must have thought that because she paid the money.. She could throw her weight around.. And as usual, i just turned my back and walked away from her.. There were stains on her display showcase which i cannot remove and she didnt even allowed me to explain the situation to her and she raised her voice.. I sweared if i didnt control or managed my EQ well.. i would definitely have slapped her.. And.. Being RESPONSIBLE for account servicing... i jsut have to grit my teeth and walk away.. To cool down AND FIND A SOLUTION TO HER PROBLEM... Unusual for a LEO to stoop down and bow down.. BUT.. Pride and Ego take a backseat when you have to be professional about it... BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. besides my boring work.... I've met 3 of the 4 new men.. and honestly.. they have been quite disappointing.. not that i am jsut looking to find love in them.. but it's just wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Guan... He dropped in after dinner with a friend at Suntec during TFWA... Nice stud.. Honest.. Tall.. Built and great physique... Yes.. The typical guy who can sweep any lady off her paws... BUT... It was a weird encounter... He turned out to be quite a vulgar ah beng without much limits and stuff.. but this happened after the meeting, over several smses and msn conversations... On one hand, he fancies my character and personality, without my kingsmen polo T, 'tail' and short hair and then i blow him away, the other he tells me that he is not into a relationship due to his parent's bad marriage... I dont take that as a rejection from him, but it's about a person being consistent and there are more stuff that he has told me that doesnt quite add up... OKAY... HE REMINDS ME OF TTC... end of story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel... He is a mixed of these 2 guy friends i have back in SIM.. Stanley and Kuan... Stanley has the character and the poise of a great man.. Kuan is a person who blabbers too much and is jsut trying too hard to be with the pack... And apparently i was on such great terms with him.. Maybe he changed.. I think he did after he had his modelling agency... Anyway... Caught up with him after work that day when my illness started... And the next day he is whining about being sick like me too already... I sense dependency.. I dont want a dependent man.. I want to be dependent lei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus... Tall.. Fair and tubby.. He is fine.. but just a bit of a broken wrist... I think having an elder sister can SOMETIMES make you a bit girly.. Kor, i know you not ok? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now leave Thomas... Hmm.. Mr Middle East is flying in on June 16th... I dont think i would be meeting him alone.. Or maybe just meet him for coffee at the most crowded place in Singapore.. Sekali i genna bombed.. Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last bit of information for you... MY NOSE IS STILL BLOCKED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up,&lt;br /&gt;The World's 11th HR Congress @ Expo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114821716445359291?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114821716445359291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114821716445359291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114821716445359291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114821716445359291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/beeepbeeeep-updating-records-please.html' title='...beeep..beeeep.... updating records.. please wait...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114745098370065673</id><published>2006-05-13T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:09:59.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession...</title><content type='html'>He's the first to know in the kampung.. Haha.. How long has it been that you've heard this word? It's like it's been lost amongst our busy lives, or maybe, my busy life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a change in job again.. Yes.. AGAIN.. and it's been 10 days already.. I just didnt know how to break it and i thought that i should just work for a while first before i break the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Kingsmen now... Finally... My life is finally looking right now... No more doubts about the nature of the job, no worry about being able to do what i adore, no concern over the promotion aspects... I'm happier here, although i still dont feel that i belong but i am very comfortable with my team, at least... It's a mad house everyday in Kingsmen and the hours pass by very fast... I start work, lunch time comes really fast and then before you know it, it's 7pm already... I hope that i can get back to my shape back in Urban and these few days of serious walking within Expo and Suntec is really good legwork for me... "No time for exercise? Walk your way into it.." haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first show was Semicon Singapore 2006 and i just finished tearing down for it. And now i am setting up for Tax Free.. It's back to back with all of my PH and Sundays burnt but i am happier now... I feel more wanted and belonged.. No.. I am not complaining that i lack friends to chill with or shop with, but it's.. There's this other side of my 'appetite' that needs more urgent attention and apparently, it's being satisfied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May is totally jammed pack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semicon was May 9-11.. Setting up, May 6-8.. Teardown, May 11-12&lt;br /&gt;TFWA, May 16-19.. Setting up, May 12-15, Teardown May 19-21&lt;br /&gt;HR Congress, May 29-June 1.. Setting up, 28.. Teardown June 1-3&lt;br /&gt;Communic Asia/ BroadCast Asia, June 20-23, definitely burning the weekend before and after the event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trade shows... Life's different, all of your weekends are burnt... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I'm loving every moment of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this... I have 4 new people in my life... Thomas, Daniel, Han Guan and Linus... Caught them all on Friendster or Teletext... Nice photos does make a difference to your possible circle of friends.. Havnt met them before so aint going to say much about them... Spoke on the mobile to 2 of them.. One has been checking in nightly since he got my number... And it scares me... The idea of commitment scares me... It sends a chill down my spine... I wouldnt quite give up Kingsmen for anything... Or maybe it's still early to say, because if it's HIM, i think i would just dump everything aside... Would i? But i think there's a shared understanding of my job scope here, with him... Anyway.. I was quite taken aback when he asked me what the hell i was busy with these days to have missed the Sentosa trip... Didnt think that he cares even if i kicked the bucket... Maybe it's just paperwork and delivery to him.. Hahaa.. Anyway.. Shant go on as if i'm still totally in him anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan is someone who makes the effort to buzz nightly... And sometimes i do wonder where the hell he is in the day... There's no trust here.. I mean, since he is just a stranger out of nowhere... I dont know him and it's killing every bit of me to know and understand that he might want to 'bring it further'... A heart broken once is a heart never the same... Frightening to even mention the 'C' word.. I dont think i trust Cupid anymore... He's getting so bobo these past years and i rather be ducking all of his arrows directed at me... Praying hard that he would just come and stab me with the man in his arrow already and save me the agony of going through the motion and then having to find out that it aint pretty and right afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is from Middle East... Sounds terrorist yeah? Claims that he is working agent for some US thing... I mean.. If you are an agent... Arent you supposed to keep quiet about it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han's my client's client.. How small can the world be? Good grief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus... Trying his very best to please the lady's soul and be in the good books.. Because of her good looks... I think i should stop deceiving people with the photos... hahaahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... dong dong dong... 0108hrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning and good night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.. Love you people loads and i really do miss you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114745098370065673?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114745098370065673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114745098370065673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114745098370065673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114745098370065673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/confession.html' title='Confession...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114692856354534123</id><published>2006-05-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:15:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^ crazy cramming ^^</title><content type='html'>It's crazy cramming of photos! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(866).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28866%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Gashas that i want!! Saw them at Suntec but i didnt slot the coins in... I know i would be left standing there with a good amount balls in my hands.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(867).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28867%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  These too!!! I wurve Pooh and everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(861).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28861%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My latest freak all gone wrong hairstyle... Wait till you see my ah lian tail... wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(858).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28858%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My client and his friend! Hmm.. Are all of the boys around me bad boy looking? Chee Keong, from Radius, and his friend, on his shoulders... Eh.. Alvin? Adrian? Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(827).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28827%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Seen a teardown before? Indugle... Wait till i learn about the video thingy... I'll show you how we brought down a booth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(829).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28829%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Terror site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/Image(822).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/Image%28822%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Evening shot of expo, from the loading bay. Taken it with trusty... Not bad eh? kekeke.. The people walking infront? They're my ex-colleagues.. From Sia Huat.. Took a lift from them back home after FHA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114692856354534123?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114692856354534123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114692856354534123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114692856354534123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114692856354534123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazy-cramming.html' title='^^ crazy cramming ^^'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114666726112480880</id><published>2006-05-03T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:41:01.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My condolences...</title><content type='html'>It came as a shock when i read Yanqing sms this afternoon. I couldnt quite believe my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard. He's moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i have not spoken a word to him before, but no lady can miss the boyish look, the cute face, the tall lanky guy who beams a mega watt charming smile at you... But now, it's all no more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness fills my heart although i do not know him personally, it just bring a tear to my eye whenever i experience such things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick, the guy who collapsed at his work desk, was my distanced relative. And now Bernard. It frightens me to read of articles and about people who are 'related' to me. It makes death feels so real and so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you guys who are reading this now that i love you people. No matter if it's pain, joy or just plain simple company that we both share, i want to let you know that you have a special space in my heart. And i am grateful that our paths ever crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to him, letting me like you from afar and keeping the friendship alive is enough for me.. I understand and i would not want to change anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114666726112480880?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114666726112480880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114666726112480880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114666726112480880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114666726112480880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-condolences.html' title='My condolences...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114619032765236158</id><published>2006-04-28T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:13:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April coming to an end...</title><content type='html'>It's the 28th today. 28 days of April has passed and lots have happened; people come and gone. My first happiest achievement for this month; FHA 2006. Although i can not identify and say that the booths that we have built are mine and that it's my effort, i am happy to have delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we would be tearing down for the show. Exhibitions. They hit you so fast that you dont really tend to see it coming and dont really realise when they have left you! Haha.. Maybe this is what i love about the industry; life's never the same always and work is everchanging, different and exciting. I love meeting the different and new faces at each exhibition and experience the different cultures, lifestyle, facts of life and etc. I get bored with familiarity, routine and ultimately maybe one day, life itself. Haaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change is coming..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114619032765236158?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114619032765236158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114619032765236158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114619032765236158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114619032765236158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-coming-to-end.html' title='April coming to an end...'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114612114950633422</id><published>2006-04-27T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:59:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/1600/DSCN4206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/379/320/DSCN4206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FHA 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this lion!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114612114950633422?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114612114950633422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114612114950633422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114612114950633422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114612114950633422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/fha-2006-i-like-this-lion.html' title=''/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114610287877211706</id><published>2006-04-27T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:04:22.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Love</title><content type='html'>A Mother's love is unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept you safe in her for 9 months, nourishing you at the expense of her own well-being and the complications might happen at birth, go through the tremendous amount of pain to bring you to this planet. After you are borned, clothe you, nourish you, love you, provide you with the best of whatever they can give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not often that we as children show our affections, gratitude and love to our Mothers who stand besides us throughout all of these... We get frustrated easily when they nag at us about us not eating well, keeping late nights, drinking too much, the hurricane mess in our rooms, our results, our friends, why we are suddenly smoking... But tend to take all of these in the wrong light.. Often we do not realised that it's a reflection of their love, their concern, their care. And maybe we raise our voices back at them, ignore them and make them feel little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at * , sometimes i wish that he just die. It's an atriocious way that he has turned out. It breaks my heart that Mum has to put up with his tantrums, whims and fancies. He curses, walks around the house like everyone has owed their lives to him and he is getting overbearing. It has come to a point to which it starting to become a hatred. A hatred for children, a barrier to marriage and a point that sometimes, it's better off having a pet for a companion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should i go through any of these? Why should i put up with men who might be like *, an attitude that he has the right to step all over everyone? Why should i? Some men just have an attitude that is W.I.F.E. - Wash, Iron, Fuck, Etc.. Maybe i should just stay single my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114610287877211706?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114610287877211706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114610287877211706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114610287877211706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114610287877211706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/mothers-love.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25516329.post-114604342396912650</id><published>2006-04-26T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:23:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FHA 2006</title><content type='html'>This was supposed to be my first local tradeshow with SHPL.. But.. I didnt stay through with them... Handled a few projects... Angliss, Landex, Jetro, Wines &amp; Spirits, Chek Hup, Gruppo Cimbali and Elle &amp;amp; Vire.. BUT i could not put any one of it to my name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda disappointing but i did get to meet a few great and interesting people and made friends! Koreans, Japanese and French. Hahaa... It's all good.. I love being in Singapore Expo although the ride kills me.. I love the vibrant displays of colours on the stands, the different nationality of people and the entire, overall feel of being in a tradeshow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love exhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... i've cleared my Final Theory test, only on my way home last evening i remembered that i had the test... Luckily i have had a practice session before i took the test.. And definitely, that's why i cleared it without studying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25516329-114604342396912650?l=cornycorncorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114604342396912650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25516329&amp;postID=114604342396912650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114604342396912650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25516329/posts/default/114604342396912650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornycorncorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/fha-2006.html' title='FHA 2006'/><author><name>Xiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
