<?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-7662851</id><updated>2011-09-04T08:32:32.654+08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='plus'/><category term='buzz'/><category term='fuss'/><category term='v&apos;day'/><category term='Guns'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='aftermath'/><category term='n'/><category term='trepidation'/><category term='memory'/><category term='November'/><category term='distant'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='roses'/><title type='text'>Style, Funk, Beat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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>513</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662851.post-3633712197659908424</id><published>2010-06-07T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T09:45:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Politely Decline an Invitation</title><content type='html'>* This is not written by me, but I found this article interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Politely Decline an Invitation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be out of town? You have a prior commitment? You have to wash your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, RSVP-ing no can be an uncomfortable and potentially offensive situation. Here's how to properly decline an invitation without feeling guilty or dishonest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: The number one mistake people make when declining an invite is offering too much information. Whether it's an invitation to lunch, a reception, a vacation, or anything, for some reason we feel the need to explain why we wanted to make it so badly but we just couldn't. If you responded no to a friend's wedding, and then run into her mother at the grocery store, don't go off on a long-winded explanation of how upset you are you can't make it. The fact of the matter is, they have other things to worry about. Ask how the arrangements are going thus far and if there is anything you can do to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: If you are missing out but you want to go, be forthcoming but maintain privacy. "I am so upset, but I have a prior engagement," is a satisfactory answer. It is just as important to maintain other commitments, and the conflicting host should recognize and respect that. If it's for financial reasons - you can't afford the ticket to the auction, the plane flight for the hotel, or even the nice restaurant your friends are going for lunch - don't feel uncomfortable about it. At the same time, don't feel like you have to justify yourself. As long as you know what you want to go but you can't, your apology will come off as genuine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: If you're skipping out simply because you don't want to go, be short and sweet, and then move on with it. "I wish I could have made it," is plenty. If someone asks why you couldn't, it's their misstep for impolitely prying, but you can simply respond by saying "I couldn't go that night." If they press further, they clearly are asking for other reasons and are fully aware of their pushiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Always follow up. Send a note to the host thanking him or her for the invitation. Include a gift, if the function calls for it. Often times, these gestures are even more gracious than attending because they show that you want to contribute even if you couldn't physically be a part of something. It also shows that you are not trying to get anything out of the situation. Just remember, politeness is key, but privacy is a right. You don't have to explain yourself any more than you feel comfortable, and the other parties should agree with that as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-3633712197659908424?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/3633712197659908424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=3633712197659908424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3633712197659908424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3633712197659908424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-politely-decline-invitation.html' title='How to Politely Decline an Invitation'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-1685924882456144716</id><published>2009-12-14T22:44:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:35:26.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x'mas gift ideas</title><content type='html'>If you're wreacking your brains over x'mas gift ideas, here's my list..! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a practical person. Things which are useful, which can be used, worn, carried, eaten, etc goes down well with Mr Practical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.club21shop.com/shop.php?hdnval=voucher"&gt;Club 21 Voucher&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Club 21 vouchers. It's all in minimum $50 denomination. Reasonably $100. Can also be bought at Club 21 boutiques. Easiest and most fuss-free. No movies vouchers when he has more than 5,000 combined credit card points to be able to redeem for rewards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to &lt;a href="http://store.manutd.com/stores/manutd/products/product_browse.aspx?free_text=Christmas%20Store"&gt;Man Utd Store&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do note that this includes shipping and delivery fees - in sterling pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.manutd.com/stores/product_images/mufc-64413.jpg?width=180&amp;height=180&amp;quality=95"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://store.manutd.com/stores/product_images/mufc-64413.jpg?width=180&amp;height=180&amp;quality=95" border="0" alt="" /&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;a href="http://store.manutd.com/stores/manutd/products/product_details.aspx?pid=64413"&gt;Manchester United Pauly Cufflinks - Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Manchester United jersey short sleeve (Color: Preferably Away jersey [Black]) (w/o EPL logo sleeve-badge). Size M. Can be bought at Queensway shopping centre or other sports shop. Please ensure authenticity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original Home jersey (Red) version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.manutd.com/stores/product_images/mufc-55671.jpg?width=200&amp;height=300&amp;quality=95"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://store.manutd.com/stores/product_images/mufc-55671.jpg?width=400&amp;height=400&amp;quality=95" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.manutd.com/stores/manutd/products/kit_selector.aspx?pid=55671"&gt;Manchester United Home Shirt 2009/10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Manutd stuff is the Manutd Bedsheet (Single size). Can be found at the same manutd website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Boxers! (NOT briefs) - Emporio Armani or Calvin Klein (CK)&lt;br /&gt;(We say Black if there's a choice of white or black) Size M. 30,31.&lt;br /&gt;Can be found at most departmental stores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. External hard-disk drive (HDD) 320GB-1TB. For songs and movies. &lt;br /&gt;Ensure realiable brand and extended warranty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Home phone. Cordless. Yes, you heard it right. Brands include Panasonic and Motorola. Best if it comes in pairs. You give one, you keep one. Lol. But nobody wants to end up with 6 different cordless phones. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For the loaded ones. LCD tv. Panasonic Viera or Sony Bravia. 26inch - 32 inch. Price range from 400 up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Angbao! Yes! Or to make it more westernized, put the moolah, dollar bills, MONEY into an envelope. Amount range from 50 up. Pair it with a box of alcoholic/dark (NOT milk chocs) would be fine. Chocs can be found in wisma, taka &amp; various candy empire stores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cologne or Parfum. Manly, musky, strong but not overpowering, long-lasting at least 8h, appealing. Creed is a brand of perfume and is one of the most expensive in the world. Prices around 300+. Ralph Lauren Polo Double Black is a very very good choice. But sometimes, we can be very particular about brand and scent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nintendo Wii! w/ nanchuk, board, gun, etc. OR PS3 320GB/640GD [modified to be able to play p*r*ted games, if possible] (2 wireless controllers). Awesome games like sports soccer - Winning eleven and fifa, RPGs, one-man shooters, etc.  Be sure to sniff out the good deal packages and not settle on the first or second shop you go to. Take note of the warranty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A pair of dumb bells, you dumb-bell!. 7kg each. And one pair is enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. LV wallet. Damier design. Genuine. Lots of card compartments (10 is scarcely enough) for all the credit &amp; debit cards, discounts and membership cards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Coffee Liquer. Can be bought at Changi Airport duty-free shops. When you pour, the liquer and the coffee gets mixed just nice - simultaneously. To be paired with an angbao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Tag-Heuer, Breitling or Omega watch. You know the price, richie-riches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Keys-holder. LV only, monogram deisgn - simple yet elegant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. 2 Nike/Adidas sports shorts. Knee-legth with 2-side pockets and 1 back-pocket (it's a MUST for the pockets). 1 all black, 1 all white only. Size M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Sony Vaio laptop. Gold/Black. MacBook, MacBook Pro. Upgrade to 4GB/8GB RAM if only 2GB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Sora Aoi, Fiona Xie, Allison Stoke, Blake Lively... Woooo! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side-note, till next year, friends (insert names) Jacinta, Vinodhini Cowell, Cathy Liow, Melvin Rajesh, Beatrice Lee and Jeremy Oh in Genting chillaxing, theme-parking and winning loads and loads of MONEY! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And J and J in Taiwan or Hong Kong, US (New York or San Francisco) or Aussie (Brisbane) for holiday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1685924882456144716?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1685924882456144716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1685924882456144716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1685924882456144716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1685924882456144716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-gift-ideas.html' title='x&apos;mas gift ideas'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-353460753469403545</id><published>2009-06-30T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:25:45.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>novocaine</title><content type='html'>A dentist, an electrician, and a carpenter decide to play a practical joke on their best friend on his wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll loosen some joints on his bed so it collapses when he's making love," says the carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll hot wire his mattress so they'll feel immense heat while making love," says the electrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those are good ideas," says the dentist. "But my contribution's going to be a real surprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the new husband comes to the diner to meet his friends. He says "I congratulate you guys for making the bed heat up and collapse, but I'm gonna kill whichever one of you who put novocaine in the massage oil!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: For those not in the know, novocaine is an anaesthetic. You cannot feel a thing! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-353460753469403545?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/353460753469403545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=353460753469403545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/353460753469403545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/353460753469403545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/06/novocaine.html' title='novocaine'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-218845805000058055</id><published>2009-05-11T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:15:40.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm is an art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sarcasm is an art.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s one of those little yet big things in life which can only be expressed beautifully when mastered correctly. Though sarcasm may be funny, it may also hurt many people, so use it wisely. =P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Well, this day was a total waste of makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Well, aren’t we just a ray of frigging sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make yourself at home! Clean my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Not the brightest crayon in the box now, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A hard-on doesn’t count as personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don’t bother me. I’m living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do I look like a frigging people person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I started out with nothing &amp; still have most of it left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I’ve found Jesus. He was behind the sofa the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You! Off my planet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Therapy is expensive, popping bubble wrap is cheap! You choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Practice random acts of intelligence &amp; senseless acts of self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I like dogs too. Let’s exchange recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If I want to hear the pitter-patter of little feet, I’ll put shoes on my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The Bible was written by the same people who said the Earth was flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Did the aliens forget to remove your anal probe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I wish for a world of peace, harmony, &amp; nakedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Let me show you how the guards used to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I’m not crazy, I’ve just been in a very bad mood for 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. See no evil, hear no evil and date no evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Allow me to introduce my selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Whisper my favorite words: “I’ll buy it for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Better living through denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Suburbia: where they tear out the trees &amp; then name streets after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do they ever shut up on your planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I’m just working here till a good fast-food job opens up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are those your eyeballs? I found them in my cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I’m not your type. I’m not inflatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I’m trying to imagine you with a personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Stress is when you wake up screaming &amp; you realize you haven’t fallen asleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Here I am! Now what are your other two wishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Back off! You’re standing in my aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I can’t remember if I’m the good twin or the evil one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Don’t worry. I forgot your name, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. One of us is thinking about sex… OK, it’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How many times do I have to flush before you go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I have a computer, a vibrator, &amp; pizza delivery. Why should I leave the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. It’s sick the way you people keep having sex without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I work 40 hours a week to be this poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You say I’m a bitch like it’s a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Can I trade this job for what’s behind door #2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Okay, okay, I take it back! Un-Screw You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Macho Law forbids me from admitting I’m wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Too many freaks, not enough circuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Just smile and say “Yes, Mistress. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Chaos, panic, &amp; disorder - my work here is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Mommy, I wanna grow up to be a neurotic bitch just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. A woman’s favorite position is CEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Ambivalent? Well, yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. You look like shit. Is that the style now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. This is a mean and damned cruel world &amp; I want my nappy &amp; medication right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Everyone thinks I’m psychotic, except for my friends deep inside the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Earth is full. Go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Is it time for your medication or mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Did I mention the kick in the groin you’ll be receiving if you touch me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. I plead contemporary insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. And which dwarf are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. I refuse to star in your psychodrama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted pay checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. How do I set a laser printer to stun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. It ain’t the size, it’s… no, I’m sorry, it really is the size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. I’m not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. I majored in liberal arts. Will that be for here or to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Gene Police!!! Get out of the pool!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-218845805000058055?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/218845805000058055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=218845805000058055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/218845805000058055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/218845805000058055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/05/sarcasm-is-art.html' title='Sarcasm is an art.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7242590511929560884</id><published>2009-04-12T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:08:51.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.</title><content type='html'>They say: Absence makes the heart grow fonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7242590511929560884?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7242590511929560884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7242590511929560884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7242590511929560884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7242590511929560884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-say-absence-makes-heart-grow.html' title='They say: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7086948114109080300</id><published>2009-04-10T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:47:51.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumn woman's sex life</title><content type='html'>A guy starts a new job, and the boss says, "If you marry my daughter, I'll make you a partner, give you an expense account, a Mercedes, and a million dollar annual salary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "What's wrong with her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss shows him a picture, and she's hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss says, "It's only fair to tell you, she's not only ugly, she's as dumb as a wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "I don't care what you offer me, it ain't worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss says, "I'll give you a five million dollar salary and build you a mansion on Long Island."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy accepts, figuring he can put a bag over her head when they have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year later, the guy buys an original Van Gogh and he's about to hang it on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He climbs a ladder and yells to his wife, "Bring me a hammer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mumbles, "Get the hammer. Get the hammer," and she fetches the hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "Get me some nails."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mumbles, "Get the nails. Get the nails," and she gets him some nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys starts hammering a nail into the wall, he hits his thumb, and he yells, "Fuck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mumbles, "Get the bag. Get the bag."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7086948114109080300?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7086948114109080300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7086948114109080300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7086948114109080300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7086948114109080300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/04/dumn-womans-sex-life.html' title='Dumn woman&apos;s sex life'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8223077370070074392</id><published>2009-04-01T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:21:05.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60-foot penis painted on roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/SdNqIeWrRHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0zdTL20h5nE/s1600-h/60+ft+cock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/SdNqIeWrRHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0zdTL20h5nE/s200/60+ft+cock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319712278674359410" /&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;An 18-year-old has secretly painted a 60ft drawing of a phallus on the roof of his parents' £1million mansion in Berkshire. It was there for a year before his parents found out. They say he'll have to scrub it off when he gets back from travelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8223077370070074392?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8223077370070074392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8223077370070074392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8223077370070074392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8223077370070074392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/04/60-foot-penis-painted-on-roof.html' title='60-foot penis painted on roof'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/SdNqIeWrRHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0zdTL20h5nE/s72-c/60+ft+cock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662851.post-7794040745696011424</id><published>2009-03-29T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:09:32.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year’s winner Honda Civic dropped to Number 7.&lt;/</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last year’s winner Honda Civic dropped to Number 7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Published: March 18 2009,&lt;br /&gt;The Business Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGAPORE'S&lt;/strong&gt; top car in 2008 has been dethroned after the first two months of 2009, as an old favourite returned to rule the roost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Toyota Corolla Altis is again the island's No 1 model, based on January and February sales by members of the Motor Traders Association of Singapore (MTA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At No 2 is another Toyota, the Vios. Last year's winner, the Honda Civic, has since dropped to No 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observers say the Civic has been hit by the rising Japanese yen, which has made the pricing of the top two Toyota models more attractive by comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corolla Altis and Vios, as well as the No 6 Toyota Camry, are assembled in Thailand and are all traded in Singapore dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the biggest sales surprise in the first two months of 2009 is the Hyundai Avante, which has come from literally nowhere to rank No 3 in the sales chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next nearest Korean model is the Kia Picanto at No 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ageing Toyota Wish MPV is the No 4 seller, with 519 units - a tally that would have been higher if 80 units sold as taxis by authorised distributor Borneo Motors Singapore were included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another model that would have figured in the honours list, if it were not a taxi, is the Hyundai Sonata, with 241 units of this diesel model registered in the first two months of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also quietly cruising up the charts is the Nissan Latio, the fifth most popular model in Singapore so far this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7794040745696011424?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7794040745696011424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7794040745696011424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7794040745696011424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7794040745696011424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-years-winner-honda-civic-dropped.html' title='Last year’s winner Honda Civic dropped to Number 7.&lt;/'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-1407194673051628453</id><published>2009-03-15T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:01:07.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay with me, or watch me bleed.</title><content type='html'>Stay with me, or watch me bleed. &lt;br /&gt;I need you.. just to breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I will make it on my own. &lt;br /&gt;This heart of stone will sing till it dies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll do better. I know. &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1407194673051628453?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1407194673051628453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1407194673051628453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1407194673051628453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1407194673051628453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/03/stay-with-me.html' title='Stay with me, or watch me bleed.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-277947883391622683</id><published>2009-03-13T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:46:50.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagging Wife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/Sbp_40tb3iI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QxkZpPuHP5I/s1600-h/for-sale-nagging-wife-very-high-maintenance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/Sbp_40tb3iI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QxkZpPuHP5I/s200/for-sale-nagging-wife-very-high-maintenance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312699324635536930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON (AFP) - - A British man fed up with his wife's complaints advertised her for sale -- and got a number of offers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nagging Wife. No Tax, No MOT. Very high maintenance -- some rust," wrote Gary Bates, 38, in a small ad in Trade-It, more usually used to buy and sell cars or household goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bates, a self-employed builder from Gloucestershire, southwest England, snapped after his wife Donna on got on his nerves while she was watching television and decided to place the ad as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was nagging me for doing something small, while she was watching some rubbish on TV. So I just thought I'd put an ad in to get rid of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't think anyone would ring up but I've had at least nine or 10 people calling about her. It's gone mad. There was no one I knew -- just people asking, 'Is she still available?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple only married last year, and Bates said his 40-year-old wife -- whom he advertised in the magazine's Free to Collect section, along with some of his fishing tackle -- initially gave him "a bit of an ear-bashing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he said: "She's seen the funny side of it now though!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I fucking LOL-ed when I read this. HAHAHA! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-277947883391622683?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/277947883391622683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=277947883391622683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/277947883391622683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/277947883391622683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/03/nagging-wife.html' title='Nagging Wife.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/Sbp_40tb3iI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QxkZpPuHP5I/s72-c/for-sale-nagging-wife-very-high-maintenance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662851.post-5542548489013260135</id><published>2009-02-21T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:48:00.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had spoken.</title><content type='html'>I hate the way &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; talk sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it serves as a dose of my own medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had me thinking alot.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;my mind wanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleeting scenes.&lt;br /&gt;I was lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; contradict.&lt;br /&gt;But had never realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; have not been taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been taking its toll on &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stigma.&lt;br /&gt;It's been taking its toll on &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; leave.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stay&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old for fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sole addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; first words were.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;All this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; had never realized.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;s. It really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really do love &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-5542548489013260135?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/5542548489013260135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=5542548489013260135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5542548489013260135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5542548489013260135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/02/had-spoken.html' title='Had spoken.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-6327820228025563321</id><published>2009-02-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:35:09.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding cake?</title><content type='html'>A nutritionist was addressing a large audience in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The food we put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most of us years ago," she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fast food is full of salt. Soft drinks erode your stomach lining. Chinese food can be loaded with MSG. There are trans fats in snack foods, and none of us realizes the long-term harm caused by the bacteria in our drinking water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But there is one thing that is the most dangerous of all and we all have, or will, eat it. Can anyone here tell me what food it is that causes the most grief and suffering for years after eating it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back row came an elderly voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wedding cake?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-6327820228025563321?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/6327820228025563321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=6327820228025563321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6327820228025563321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6327820228025563321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-cake.html' title='Wedding cake?'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4077595149281587171</id><published>2009-01-31T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:58:08.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Rock</title><content type='html'>Kid Rock had this real account on bad sex to share on radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some high-school chick who had the hots for him give him a kiss on the lips, and asked if she could continue. Here's what I recall of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid Rock: "'Hell Yeah!' I said, and next thing she kissed me on the neck. Now we're talking, and I was getting all turned on, and she started throwing me all these questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Again?' she said, and I said 'lower!'. Then she replied, 'your chest?'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, lower. And she was like, 'Your tummy?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking like, geez! Get on with it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told her 'Lower!" once again, and I was really thinking she might get smart and get my whole drift already. Then she said 'Your waist?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I told her 'getting warmer!', and she was like, 'oh! I get it. You want me to kiss your penis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh kay...' Like WTF! So I told her 'Forget it. I ain't doin' nothing with you. Geez! You don't call it Penis. Who the hell you are? Some medical student? Do I look like some biology class specimen to you? You're supposed to call it DICK, COCK, WEENER, or whatever. Not freaking P-E-N-I-S!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. And thats the last I ever spoke to her again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4077595149281587171?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4077595149281587171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4077595149281587171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4077595149281587171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4077595149281587171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/01/kid-rock.html' title='Kid Rock'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4522760331983133097</id><published>2009-01-16T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:09:23.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S not easy being beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IT'S not easy being beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are easy on the eyes, it's apparently even harder to remain faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new study has revealed that beautiful women may be more likely to have affairs because of a sex hormone linked to attractiveness and flirtatiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oestrogen, the so-called female hormone, affects fertility and has been shown to make women dress more provocatively and show more thrill-seeking behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Kristina Durante of The University of Texas at Austin and colleagues found that young women felt more attractive when they had high levels of an oestrogen known as estradiol, and they acted on those feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Women with higher estradiol reported a greater likelihood of flirting, kissing and having a serious affair with someone other than their primary partner and were marginally more likely to date another man,' DrDurante's team wrote in the Royal Society Journal Biology Letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Results provide support for the relationship between physical beauty and fertility and suggest that women high in reproductive health engage in opportunistic serial monogamy - being open to affairs and moving on to a new relationship if a higher-quality mate becomes available.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high-oestrogen women also reported more sexual behaviour - especially outside of a relationship, although it was not linked to one-night stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Our results are consistent with the possibility that highly fertile women are not easily satisfied by their long-term partners and are especially motivated to become acquainted with other, presumably more desirable, men,' the study concluded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4522760331983133097?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4522760331983133097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4522760331983133097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4522760331983133097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4522760331983133097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-easy-being-beautiful.html' title='IT&apos;S not easy being beautiful.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-2512759072819259420</id><published>2009-01-13T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:03:18.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>I just want everyone around me to be happy. I just wanna be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-2512759072819259420?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/2512759072819259420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=2512759072819259420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2512759072819259420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2512759072819259420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4892334020982803425</id><published>2008-12-23T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:46:16.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4892334020982803425?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4892334020982803425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4892334020982803425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4892334020982803425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4892334020982803425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-2320248067681393162</id><published>2008-12-22T23:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:39:25.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x'mas wish list 2008</title><content type='html'>X'mas is nigh and I don't wanna talk about unhappy stuff or rake up the past. So enjoy this festive season, and X'mas is waaaaaaayyyyy betta than all the other m*th*rf**kin' festivals including CNY. But I'm not complaining since Singapore has quite alot of public holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't have a x'mas wish list (2008). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPhone - Checked. [Apple-3G]&lt;br /&gt;- Wallet - Checked. (Long ago) [Braun Buffel]&lt;br /&gt;- PSP - Checked. (Quite sometime ago) [Piano Black]&lt;br /&gt;- Sneakers - Checked. [Aldo]&lt;br /&gt;- Belt - Checked. [Giorgio Armani]&lt;br /&gt;- Boxers - Checked. [Calvin Klein]&lt;br /&gt;- Street Soccer shoes - Checked. [Nike Tiempo]&lt;br /&gt;- Soccer boots - [Nike]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Maybe I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- White loafers - K.I.V [Pedro or Aldo] see first luh, buy myself. &lt;br /&gt;- Jeans [FCUK, Hugo Boss, Calvin Klein, Ted Baker, Levi's or any brand as long as it's nice.]&lt;br /&gt;- Dark Chocolates and/or Liquor Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;- 1 bottle of coffee liquer, double-mix pour [Duty-free from airport]&lt;br /&gt;- Manchester United Jersey (Scholes 18) or anything Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;- Pillow case &lt;br /&gt;- A&amp;W Root Beer + Vanilla Ice-Cream = Root Beer float [One carton]&lt;br /&gt;- PS3 [160gb] (not for now luh)&lt;br /&gt;- Famous Amos Cookies [w/ Macademia Nuts] (100g)&lt;br /&gt;- Watch - [TAG Heuer, Breitling, Omega] - unnecessary luh&lt;br /&gt;- Absolut Vodka [ALL]&lt;br /&gt;- Red Masarati, Black Ferrari Enzo or Black Mazda RX8, 7 or 3. (talk cock luh)&lt;br /&gt;- Perfume - Ralph Lauren Polo Black, Salvatore Ferragmo for Men, or CREED for Men but pls, no Armani Mania. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Allison Carroll! (Woooo!)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYURnwvQ5i0"&gt;Allison Carroll as Lara Croft - my new babe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-2320248067681393162?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/2320248067681393162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=2320248067681393162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2320248067681393162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2320248067681393162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-wish-list-2008.html' title='x&apos;mas wish list 2008'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-64476310320415119</id><published>2008-12-17T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:35:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I was trying to disappear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-64476310320415119?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/64476310320415119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=64476310320415119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/64476310320415119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/64476310320415119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-i-was-trying-to-disappear.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8067607161404865119</id><published>2008-12-08T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:14:08.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLTR - The Actor lyrics</title><content type='html'>I'm not an actor I'm not a star&lt;br /&gt;and I don't even have my own car&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hoping so much you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;that you will love me anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8067607161404865119?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8067607161404865119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8067607161404865119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8067607161404865119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8067607161404865119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/12/mltr-actor-lyrics.html' title='MLTR - The Actor lyrics'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8669510328961783840</id><published>2008-12-03T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:35:44.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old, New</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, 'new' isn't always good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's... strange or weird at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an element of dejection somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total sense of dispensability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it certainly brings your worth down a triple notch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the saying that goes - 'out with the old, in with the new' is not so true after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you certainly have the chance to be the old. To be worthy would be another matter altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me... *ponders*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8669510328961783840?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8669510328961783840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8669510328961783840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8669510328961783840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8669510328961783840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/12/cheena-pore.html' title='Old, New'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4236332880824963300</id><published>2008-12-03T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:23:57.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just what were you thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Check your Dirty IQ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I go in I might cause pain. I cause you to spit and ask you not to swallow. I can fill your hole. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm spread before I'm eaten. Your tongue gets me off. People sometimes like to lick my nuts. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I go in hard. I come out soft. You blow me hard . What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All day long it's in and out. I discharge loads from my shaft. Both men and women go down on me. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When You blow me you feel good. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I miss, I hit your bush. It's my job to stuff your box. When I come, it's news. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I offer protection. I get the finger ten times. You use your fingers to get me off. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I assist an erection. Sometimes big balls hang from me. I'm called a big swinger. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm at least 6 inches long. I leave foamy lubrication when engaged in my job. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highlight for answers.&lt;/em&gt; (Yeah. Dearest Stephy would think dirty. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. a dentist&lt;br /&gt;2. a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;3. peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;4.chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;5. an elevator&lt;br /&gt;6. a nose&lt;br /&gt;7. a newspaper boy&lt;br /&gt;8. a glove&lt;br /&gt;9. a crane&lt;br /&gt;10. a toothbrush, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Really! Just what were you thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4236332880824963300?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4236332880824963300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4236332880824963300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4236332880824963300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4236332880824963300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-what-were-you-thinking.html' title='Just what were you thinking?'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-1238801831443405875</id><published>2008-11-22T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:55:17.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/SSfI8HfMa0I/AAAAAAAAANo/33BPcfphMro/s1600-h/cross-angel+wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/SSfI8HfMa0I/AAAAAAAAANo/33BPcfphMro/s200/cross-angel+wings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271402823988046658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1238801831443405875?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1238801831443405875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1238801831443405875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1238801831443405875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1238801831443405875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/SSfI8HfMa0I/AAAAAAAAANo/33BPcfphMro/s72-c/cross-angel+wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662851.post-1207422994277937236</id><published>2008-11-22T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:38:23.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool and Man Utd fan</title><content type='html'>A Primary Teacher explains to her class that she is a Liverpool fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks her students to raise their hands if they too are Liverpool fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the class raises their hand except one little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher looks at the girl with surprise and says, 'Mary, why didn't you raise your hand?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I'm not a Liverpool fan,' she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher, still shocked, asked, 'Well, if you are not a Liverpool fan, then who are you a fan of?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am a Man Utd fan, and proud of it,' Mary replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher could not believe her ears. 'Mary, why, pray tell, are you a Man Utd fan?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because my mum is a Man Utd fan, and my dad is a Man Utd fan, so I'm a Man Utd fan too!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' said the teacher in an obviously annoyed tone, 'that is no reason for you to be a Man Utd fan.  You don't have to be just like your parents all of the time… What if your mum was a prostitute and your dad was a drug addict, what would you be then?'&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'Then,' Mary smiled, 'I'd be a Liverpool fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1207422994277937236?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1207422994277937236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1207422994277937236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1207422994277937236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1207422994277937236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/11/liverpool-and-man-utd-fan.html' title='Liverpool and Man Utd fan'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-2873044646226491581</id><published>2008-11-17T07:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:18:59.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphorically speaking</title><content type='html'>Metaphorically speaking, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prospect..is kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to.. but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll save me from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-2873044646226491581?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/2873044646226491581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=2873044646226491581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2873044646226491581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2873044646226491581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/11/metaphorically-speaking.html' title='Metaphorically speaking'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-761942333241221623</id><published>2008-11-10T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:40:28.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen</title><content type='html'>Yes, I admit I've fallen for a girl who's older than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she carries herself, the charisma, the maturity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fun-loving, maybe with a quirky sense of humour but on the positive side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind, sweet and caring. With a temper as bad as mine. HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..but squabbles make life more interesting, don't they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, being too similar ain't too good. I might as well bring a mirror with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet at times being too different ain't too good either, it's like two different persons in two different worlds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-761942333241221623?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/761942333241221623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=761942333241221623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/761942333241221623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/761942333241221623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/11/fallen.html' title='fallen'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8876605303534069697</id><published>2008-11-10T07:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:11:34.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Bat</title><content type='html'>Two bats are going for their midnight feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so, one bat gets tired of looking and goes home with no blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other bat comes home with blood dripping from its mouth. The first bat says enviously, "Where did you get all that blood from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second bat replies, "Follow me. I`ll show you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile the second bat leads them to a cave. He says, "You see that wall over there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hungry bat excitedly says, "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other bat says, "I didn't."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8876605303534069697?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8876605303534069697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8876605303534069697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8876605303534069697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8876605303534069697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/11/blind-bat.html' title='Blind Bat'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-5825243687548876590</id><published>2008-11-09T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:33:04.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm Gone</title><content type='html'>Roaming through this darkness&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive but I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is fighting this&lt;br /&gt;But part of me is gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-5825243687548876590?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/5825243687548876590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=5825243687548876590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5825243687548876590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5825243687548876590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-im-gone.html' title='When I&apos;m Gone'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-2075716059845490439</id><published>2008-11-02T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:12:18.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TR button</title><content type='html'>A gentleman tried to go to the toilet in a resturant, but the Gents was occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A waitress noticed his predicament. "Sir," she said "You may use the Ladies if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP, and a red one labeled TR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would know if he touched them? He couldn't resist. He pushed WW warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice feeling, he thought. Men's restrooms don't have nice things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside. When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the TR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and the same waitress was staring down at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" he exclaimed. "The last thing I remembered was pushing the TR button."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The button TR is a Tampon Remover. Congrats! Your penis is under your pillow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-2075716059845490439?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/2075716059845490439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=2075716059845490439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2075716059845490439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2075716059845490439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/11/tr-button.html' title='TR button'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8857880499711466453</id><published>2008-11-01T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:49:25.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLSL</title><content type='html'>SLSL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8857880499711466453?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8857880499711466453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8857880499711466453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8857880499711466453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8857880499711466453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/11/slsl.html' title='SLSL'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7893717822182737711</id><published>2008-10-27T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:11:34.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's how you look at the world,</title><content type='html'>It's how you look at the world, &lt;br /&gt;not through rose-tinted glasses. &lt;br /&gt;It spells confusion. &lt;br /&gt;Like a whirlwind of emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creeking door, &lt;br /&gt;of the rundown lair. &lt;br /&gt;There was nothing more, &lt;br /&gt;just cold air and nothing fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I saw a person. &lt;br /&gt;Am I thinkin' of that portrayal?&lt;br /&gt;Or is that a masquerade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely prism, &lt;br /&gt;found in the hands of a seraphic angel. &lt;br /&gt;My eyes filled with gleam.&lt;br /&gt;No, I was in disbelief. &lt;br /&gt;It all seems so surreal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smelled the stale, cold air.&lt;br /&gt;So chilly; I shivered in mental agony. &lt;br /&gt;It's not about the stash. &lt;br /&gt;It's no longer about them. &lt;br /&gt;It's about survival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segregation's all around. &lt;br /&gt;But not in that blood-bath, &lt;br /&gt;acres of huge red patches. &lt;br /&gt;That valley of another world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and sink into my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Please-d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7893717822182737711?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7893717822182737711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7893717822182737711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7893717822182737711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7893717822182737711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-how-you-look-at-world.html' title='It&apos;s how you look at the world,'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-1262991954222577320</id><published>2008-10-23T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:04:53.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brightening up your day.</title><content type='html'>1. A farmer in Devon has made history by growing a field of dildos!  Unfortunately he's had a lot of trouble with squatters!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 85% of Liverpudlian males say they enjoy sex in the shower........ The other 15% haven't been to prison yet.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bastards! Damn! Just been thrown out &amp; barred from the local swimming baths because I had my Speedo trunks on! What I didn't know was the 'S' had came off the logo!!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Just bought a racehorse called 'My Face', It may not be any good but I can't wait to hear all the women in the crowd screaming 'come on ... .My face!'&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Two Irish couples decide to swap partners.. Afterwards Paddy said to Murphy 'that's the best fuck I've ever had, I wonder how the girls got on?'&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Number 4's the funniest! Enjoy these lil' snippet jokes, dudes and dudettes! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1262991954222577320?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1262991954222577320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1262991954222577320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1262991954222577320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1262991954222577320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/10/brightening-up-your-day.html' title='Brightening up your day.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-2886255955550605803</id><published>2008-10-20T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:40:34.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>Someone said something about the way I express my emotions on my blog, and the way I converse with 'em - it's like there's whole lot of difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone talked about 'layers' of a person. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone has them. &lt;br /&gt;And only if you really know me, but who the fuck are you to judge me?&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck am I to judge you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that pretty visage without the fuckin' make-up, I would have thought it's too early for Halloween even though it's only a coupl'a weeks away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magic of make-up. &lt;br /&gt;And there says 'A woman's lips of deceit.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-2886255955550605803?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/2886255955550605803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=2886255955550605803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2886255955550605803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2886255955550605803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/10/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4065298575325970334</id><published>2008-10-18T04:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:38:15.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no, Jeremy. What the fuck are you doing?!</title><content type='html'>Oh no, Jeremy. What the fuck are you doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a step back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna lead to nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your shield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your motherfuckin' shield?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not gonna get into deep shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch Max Payne just a few hours ago. Not bad. 3.5/5 popcorns. &lt;br /&gt;And you know my standards in giving movie reviews &amp; ratings are actually quite high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4065298575325970334?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4065298575325970334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4065298575325970334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4065298575325970334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4065298575325970334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-no-jeremy.html' title='Oh no, Jeremy. What the fuck are you doing?!'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7965272515089565299</id><published>2008-10-13T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:29:33.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheming, cunning...malicious and vile...</title><content type='html'>Scheming, cunning...&lt;br /&gt;malicious and vile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you &lt;br /&gt;those serpents are, &lt;br /&gt;not less the predators&lt;br /&gt;from the River Nile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7965272515089565299?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7965272515089565299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7965272515089565299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7965272515089565299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7965272515089565299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/10/scheming-cunningmalicious-and-vile.html' title='Scheming, cunning...malicious and vile...'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-759262243350753476</id><published>2008-10-12T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:42:19.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk money, hurt relations.</title><content type='html'>Like they say: jiang qian shang gan qing. (chinese) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puki lah. (malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pundeh. (tamil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan ni na bu chao chee bye! (hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bei du lan! (hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dui lei! _|_ (cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilohl. (tagalog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-759262243350753476?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/759262243350753476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=759262243350753476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/759262243350753476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/759262243350753476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/10/talk-money-hurt-relations.html' title='talk money, hurt relations.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4794189309367114078</id><published>2008-10-04T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:36:25.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>write, blank</title><content type='html'>I wanna write something, but my mind is in a blank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have people telling me that I always look like I'm constantly thinking about some things or issues.. Well, I won't deny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is complicated. But Life is simple. The way we perceive it, or the way things pan out for us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4794189309367114078?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4794189309367114078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4794189309367114078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4794189309367114078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4794189309367114078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/10/write-blank.html' title='write, blank'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-338113246163933576</id><published>2008-10-04T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:42:37.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving a fuck</title><content type='html'>I'm someone who will only give a fuck when there's a need to be given a fuck to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I always love to shut my door (room door, main door, whatever doors) and windows of my house too. (P/S. There's still oxygen and air circulation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An advice for everyone: Maybe you should ask everyone in the world to do the same. I'm serious. Don't let the outside world look at you. Don't let those people passing by the corridors of your house, or streets or roads to look into your house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't. &lt;br /&gt;Decipher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-338113246163933576?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/338113246163933576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=338113246163933576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/338113246163933576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/338113246163933576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/10/giving-fuck.html' title='giving a fuck'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4826741476051054044</id><published>2008-09-27T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:28:01.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKES</title><content type='html'>Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it. So one day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Bible,&lt;br /&gt;a silver dollar,&lt;br /&gt;a bottle of whisky&lt;br /&gt;and a Playboy magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll just hide behind the door,' the old preacher said to himself, 'when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object he picks up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me and what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a businessman, and that would be okay, too. But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame that would be. And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he's gonna be a skirt-chasin' bum.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room. The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them. Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month's centerfold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lord have mercy,' the old preacher disgustedly whispered, 'He's gonna be a politician!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4826741476051054044?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4826741476051054044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4826741476051054044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4826741476051054044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4826741476051054044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/09/jokes.html' title='JOKES'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8022670243970701120</id><published>2008-09-07T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:01:36.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Popular Health Myths</title><content type='html'>The now-defunct Australian news magazine, &lt;strong&gt;The Bulletin&lt;/strong&gt;, published a really interesting article where they explored 10 popular health claims and gave them a reality check.  I shall reproduce the article here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth Busters - We give 10 popular health claims a reality check.&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;by Katherine Fleming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what is good for you may seem daunting, with the endless and every-changing stream of health claims.  It's hard to tell what will apparently give you cancer, protect you against it, damage your heart, cleanse  your body, boost your immune system or help you lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these health messages have become folklore but do they stack up? Some are just untrue, many are built on suspicions since disproved, and all lack conclusive scientific results.  That said, anabsence of proof that somethin gis risky doesn't necessarily mean it's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bulletin canvassed the experts on 10 common health claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1  Drink eight glasses of water a day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no scientific backing for this oft-cited rule, which has seen the water bottle become an ubiquitous accessory. It's such a popular myth it was endorsed by Kidney Health Australia (KHA), until it reviewed the policy about five years ago and discovered a "distinct lack of evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of "8X8" - eight glasses of eight ounces (240mls) - is unclear, although a potential suspect is a 1974 book by American nutritionist, Dr Frederick J Stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHA Medical Director, Dr Tim Mathew, says the best rule is drink when you're thirsty, and choose water. You can use the colour of your urine as a guide - pale amber (or almost transparent) is good, darker means you're dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2  Foods like grapefruit, vinegar and chilli burn fat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No foods can burn fat. Talk of a fat-burning enzyme in grapefruit, for example, isn't backed by evidence. Some foods, like chilli and caffeine, increase your metabolic rate briefly but not enough to have any real effect, says Nutrition Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grapefruit is a healthy food, so include it in your diet (although it can interact with some medications) but any single-food regime, like the Grapefruit Diet reportedly favoured by celebrities such as Brooke Shields, is a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3  Excessive mobile phone use will give you a brain tumour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no increased risk in people who have used their mobile for less than 10 years, but the jury is still out on longer-term use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer Council CEO, Prof Ian Olver, says inconsistent findings for mobile phone use for over more than a decade mean that more investigation is needed - a Danish study found no link to incraesed cancer rates, but Swedish research suggested potential risk. Results generally aren't broken down for heavy versus infrequent mobile users, or for hands-free devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proving such a link is difficult because it's likely most cancers are caused by a combination of factors. Olver says there's yet to be a convincing argument on how mobile phone radiation could cause the DNA disruption necessary for cancer to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4  Vitamin C stops you getting a cold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite widespread use of the vitamin for this purpose, a Cochrane Review this year concluded that there's not much point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of 30 trials showed that taking Vitamin C supplements (orally 0.2g+) makes almost no difference to whether you get a cold, unless you're doing extreme exercise and/or in very cold temperatures (marathon runners, skiers, soldiers on sub-arctic exercises).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Vitamin C before the cold can cut its duration, but after you have symptoms it makes no significant difference.  Severity isn't affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5  Artificial sweeteners are carcinogenic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concern arose when studies in rats found that high doses of saccharin, the oldest artificial sweetener, caused bladder stones, which can lead to bladder cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Dr David Thomas, an oncologist from the Peter MacCallum Cancer Centre, says that most of the associations made between sweeteners and cancer in humans have been technically flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There have been quite a number of reasonably powered association studies, and overall I don't think there is any evidence that any form of sweetener is associated with increased cancer risk, " he says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6  Tomatoes and oranges put you at risk of arthritis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition Australia says this myth stems from the idea that acidic foods will accummulate in the blood and eat away at the body's joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arthritis is not caused by eating acidic foods," it says.  "Very few foods are as acidic as our digestive juices. Foods termed 'acid foods', such as tomatoes and oranges, are very rich in Vitamin C, which is beneficial to the immune system, so avoiding these may do more harm than good," it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spokeswoman Aloysa Hourigan says that some people with arthritis will be intolerant of certain foods, but a balanced diet is recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7  Excessive coffee will give you a heart attack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four cups of coffee or fewer a day won't affect your cardiovascular health, according to a recent International Food Information Centre paper, but there is less data about the effects of much higher amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Heart foundation says a moderate amount of instant and filtered coffee is considered safe, but some preparation methods, such as boiling ground coffee beans for long periods, may result in higher cholesterol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Heart Association concludes that for most people a couple of cups a day doesn't appear to be harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8  Sunscreen protects you from skin cancer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sunscreen offers 100% protection, even if you follow the instructions to the letter, says the Cancer Council NSW. You generally need to cover up with clothing, a hat, and be under shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a myth that you're safe as long as you don't get burnt - any tanning represents cell damage by UV radiation and increases cancer risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sun exposure is needed to get adequate Vitamin D, but the Cancer Council recommends short bursts only outside the peak UV times of 10am-2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9  Special Diets or products are necessary in order to detox your body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is perfectly capable of detoxifyng itself. "Detoxification diets often encourage severe restriction of whole food groups, such as meat or dairy food, making it difficult to meet nutritional needs, " says the Dietitians Association of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The scientific basis for these kinds of stringent diets is lacking and such severe dietary restriction is unnecessary and potentially dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some people report feeling better after "detox diets", it's often because they're eating less unhealthy food, drinking less alcohol and consuming more fruits and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10  Don't cross your legs or you'll get varicose veins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australasian College of Phlebology spokesman, Dr Adrian Lim, says genetics are the main factor and there's no known way to prevent varicose veins if you're predisposed. However, the risk can be reduced through support stockings, maintaining a normal weight, regular exercise, avoiding constipation and shunning high heels.  Obesity, pregnancy and prolonged standing also increase the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing your legs can,  however, speed the development of varicose veins if you're at risk or already have them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8022670243970701120?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8022670243970701120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8022670243970701120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8022670243970701120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8022670243970701120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-popular-health-myths.html' title='10 Popular Health Myths'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-663960823879792504</id><published>2008-08-31T18:51:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:22:41.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 unbelievable non-photoshopped pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 unbelievable non-photoshopped pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. The Machine Apparently Made to Saw the World in Half&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/machine2"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/machine2" 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;What appears to be some normal-sized machine cropped and pasted onto a skyline is actually a gigantic machinized monstrosity designed for excavation by some Germans. Those things that look like saw teeth big enough to cut down the Empire State Building are actually buckets, each of which could pretty much scoop up your whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this thing's secretly a transformer, we're screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Macaroni Push-Pop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/macaroni2"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/macaroni2" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this push-pop made of "Macaroni &amp; Cheese in Chili Sauce With Beef" is very real, part of a "convenience meets nausea" movement to provide your favorite foods on the go in a microwaveable, cardboard tube. Scrambled eggs are also available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a tip for all you potential consumers: if you want macaroni and cheese so badly that you're willing to eat it in a push pop, you have an illness and need to reach out to a professional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. "AAAAARRGGHH! EDDIE MURPHY HEAD!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/eddie22"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/eddie22" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/eddie23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/eddie23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;This giant, terrifying Eddie Murphy head that looks like a badly photoshopped and probably racist 4chan meme, was actually part of an enormous bust they were building to promote the movie, Meet Dave. Incidentally, the only thing that would scare us more than driving next to Axl Foley's humongous noggin on the highway is being forced to see the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Giant Table or Tiny Bicyclist?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/chair2"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/chair2" border="0" alt="" /&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;This humongous table and chair is a sculpture in England. The artist wanted to build a monument to the privacy and loneliness of writing. And by that we assume he means the loneliness of being a writer who is also a giant that eats passing bicyclists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. "Do You See Those Letters, Uh, Floating There?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/down22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/down22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;Yes, if you stand in this spot in the parking garage shown in the photo, the word "DOWN" is just floating there. The sign was designed by an artist who won an award for it, because there are apparently awards for making innovative signage in parking garages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He created the effect of continuous letters by adjusting the angles for appropriate perspective as they reached walls, just like in those incredible chalk sidewalk drawings that are all over the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/down23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/down23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;These sorts of illusions are great when they appear on sidewalks, and probably much less entertaining when you ram straight into the wall of this Wile E. Coyote-inspired parking garage after swerving to avoid the giant DOWN sign that materialized in midair in front of your car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. If You Look Past The Unsettlingly Tiny Speedo, You'll See a Huge Freaking Airliner &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/airliner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/airliner2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;This apparent disaster-waiting-to-happen is on the Island of St. Maarten. The airport has a particularly short runway that ends just 40 feet from beach, leaving large planes just barely enough room to land. So they have to come in low, directly over the beach, making it a prime destination for an afternoon of quiet, relaxing sunbathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of it, clicky =&gt; &lt;a href="tp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAfQwDizpRo"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel Tip: In St. Maarten you should always give a nice gratuity to the guy driving the boat before he takes you parasailing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. "We're Moving. It's the Crab's House, Now."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/crab2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/crab2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;Holy crap, look at that thing. We were hoping that was just a tiny trash can but, no, it's a coconut crab, which is the biggest arthropod that lives on land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like how they chose the innocuous name "coconut crab" to describe something that can only be killed with a flamethrower. If these things were called "Skull Crabs" or "Under Your Bed Crabs" mankind would have declared war on them long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. A Splotch From God's Paintbrush&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/prismatic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/prismatic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;This Mark Rothko-looking blotch of color is the Grand Prismatic Spring, which supposedly gets its colors from bacteria that grow around the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this explanation seems far too simple for something so brilliant, we'll go ahead and assume it's really an alien spacecraft landing site being covered up by the government. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If Dogs Played Major League Baseball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/dog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/dog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cartoonish muscle-dog is Wendy, a whippet with a genetic disorder causing ridiculous muscular growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Wendy's condition is sure to have many medical applications to various muscle development disorders, we're still hoping Disney casts her as the bad guy in Air Bud 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. "Damn Kids!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/hole.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;At first sight, this appears to be a home improvement project that accidentally tapped into Stephen Hawkings' most abstract theories on space and time. But then you notice that the kid who is right next to the portal to another dimension isn't disintegrating into millions of pieces, or even looking up from his goddamn cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it must be a photoshop right? Wrong again. The Inversion House is an art project that answers the pressing question: what would your neighbor's place look like if it was sucked through a straw in the Looney Tunes universe? The answer is pretty cool, though apparently not nearly as cool as whatever 13 year-olds are texting each other these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Body Builder, With Flesh Puppet&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/tiny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/tiny2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the proportions are correct. The tiny man is Aditya "Romeo" Dev, the world's smallest bodybuilder. He stands a towering 2 feet 9 inches tall and weighing in at a whopping 20 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd love to see him and Vern Troyer go at it in a no holds barred cage match. Or, see two huge men get into a cage match using this guy and Vern Troyer as weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Freudian Gummy Candy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/dick2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/dick2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;As you can see from the package, these are supposed to be lighthouses but may in fact be the most unfortunately shaped product of all time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. "Looks Like Another Neighborhood Got Sucked Into the Vortex Yesterday."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/vortex2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/vortex2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;It looks like a city about to get drained out of a giant's bath tub, but it's actually a picture of the world's largest diamond mine outside of Mirny, Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mine is actually so large that air currents prevent helicopters from flying over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The "Everything We Could Find" Pizza&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/pizza2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/pizza2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;This seems to be a Photoshop with some Japanese text thrown on, to mock a culture whose major export seems to be insanity. But the product is real and oh by the way, it's from Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Double Roll Pizza and comes with a pigs-in-blankets crust. The only thing it's missing is some pork rinds. Maybe sprinkle some tiny cans of beer on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A Scene From a Michael Bay Movie About Tennis?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/tennis22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/tennis22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;This mile-high tennis match looks like some cheesy special effect from a Nike commercial. But no, it's just Dubai, whose entire economy seems to be based on building enormous things that exist only for the purpose of not making any goddamn sense. In that spirit they hosted this tennis match between Andre Agassi and Roger Federer on a helipad located on top of the Burj Al Arab skyscraper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/tennis23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/photoshops/tennis23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;Hopefully they brought more than just that one ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-663960823879792504?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/663960823879792504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=663960823879792504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/663960823879792504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/663960823879792504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-unbelievable-non-photoshopped.html' title='15 unbelievable non-photoshopped pictures'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-3404863849758653606</id><published>2008-08-24T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:50:58.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The email was sent to me by my Aunt. And I've decided to share it with you guys. I'm not sure if you guys had ever read it before. Nevertheless, if you had read it before, there's no harm reading it again. If you haven't, just read on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOTHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her&lt;br /&gt;only occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. 'What's wrong, are you well,' she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,' I responded 'just the two of us.' She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,' she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear about our meeting.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half-way through the entrees, I lifted my eyes and saw Mother sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she said. 'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I responded. During the dinner , we had an agreeable conversation nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice, much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined. An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I love you, son'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I love YOU' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till some 'other' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, 'normal' is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first... somebody doesn't have two or more children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery....somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten... or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets married... somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home... somebody never had grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her... somebody isn't a mother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this along to all the GREAT 'mothers' in your life and to everyone who ever had a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people in your lives while you have them... no matter who that person is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your thoughts, they become words.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words, they become actions.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your actions, they become habits.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your habits, they become character.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your character, for it becomes...your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-3404863849758653606?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/3404863849758653606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=3404863849758653606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3404863849758653606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3404863849758653606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/08/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-6010049384863571977</id><published>2008-08-20T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:12:03.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoi Fut Tin Hung</title><content type='html'>I'm lazy to continue writing on the previous post. &lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been digging up old songs, listening to more cantonese songs lately. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-time Fav! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond - Hoi Fut Tin Hung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-6010049384863571977?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/6010049384863571977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=6010049384863571977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6010049384863571977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6010049384863571977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoi-fut-tin-hung.html' title='Hoi Fut Tin Hung'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8422165895143900516</id><published>2008-08-17T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T02:12:22.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gay shit</title><content type='html'>If you happen to read this post and acknowledge that you are gay/lesbian/homosexual (emphasis on gay men), think again. No offence though. If there is, I suggest you stop wasting the precious few mins of your time and get the hell outta here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Would you ever see Brad Pitt carry Angelina's Fendi? If guys are so comfortable with their sexuality, why don't they also wear a skirt, two-inch heels, and blouse while they're at it?'&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jason Hahn&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussy-whipped! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a man and come right out to admit you're gay! Be yourself! You don't have to act 'sissy-fied' to show people that you're truly gay or so it seems. - &lt;em&gt;Jason Hahn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that feminine gays are the worst kind of gays in the gay arena? Look, in every man (regardless of orientation), every man is bound to have female hormones. The same goes for females in terms of male hormones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is that exclusive masculinity that attracts people (gays or women). Of course, too much of it would in fact reflect on your inflated ego (worse than any other egoistic and arrogant pricks) that it's totally repulsive. You are extremely insensitive to the people around you. And you are still very petty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposites attract. But before you say I'm being stereotypical or holding onto the doctrine of human beings are naturally attracted to members of the opposite sex, I wish to say that no one is born a gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is up till the stage when you discover your sexual orientation and the acknowledgment of your body having a penis or a vagina. Opposing to the common scientific live evidence of the anatomy would most probably bring you to Thailand, if you have the cash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's what I call 'of your own accord.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8422165895143900516?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8422165895143900516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8422165895143900516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8422165895143900516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8422165895143900516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/08/gay-shit.html' title='gay shit'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7816230942140271241</id><published>2008-08-14T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:08:40.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MM Lee says Singapore has shock absorbers to buffer setbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MM Lee says Singapore has shock absorbers to buffer setbacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Channel NewsAsia - Thursday, August 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGAPORE:&lt;/strong&gt; Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew has provided some assurance as the country faces a bumpier road ahead with slower growth and soaring inflation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking to his constituents at the Tanjong Pagar National Day celebration dinner, Mr Lee said Singapore has some shock absorbers to buffer the setbacks. For the needy, the government has put aside over S$3 billion this year in various support schemes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added that Singapore could grow 5 to 6 per cent or even 7 to 8 per cent if there is no long—term recession in the United States or EU, but should the giants go into a recession, then growth may be at 3 to 5 per cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee said Singapore has massive investments with long—term implementation periods. When the integrated resorts are completed, there will be demand for workers, softening the impact of retrenchments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have an economy which is diversified. We have a workforce that we have upgraded year by year, better educated, better able to earn more because we are connected with the world and our incomes can rise because of our higher skills and higher technology," said Mr Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said work—permit foreign workers will take the brunt of any lay—offs, saving many Singaporeans their jobs. And due to the fact that the country has been increasing its investments with China and India, the impact of the slowdown in the US and EU will be buffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee also noted that the government is taking care of the lower income. "We have succeeded so far in housing, in health, in education, in job facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will do our best to re—train people who are being retrenched to upgrade their skills. But we must face facts, this gap is going to remain for five, ten or more years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the region, the minister mentor pointed to the political flux in Malaysia and Thailand, and said that money politics is at the heart of problems in many Asian countries. The good thing for Singapore, he said, is that there is no money politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also highlighted Singapore’s political stability, saying the frequent chop and change in governments and policies have caused instability in countries like Thailand and Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;— CNA/so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One word - Bullcrap! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7816230942140271241?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7816230942140271241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7816230942140271241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7816230942140271241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7816230942140271241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/08/mm-lee-says-singapore-has-shock.html' title='MM Lee says Singapore has shock absorbers to buffer setbacks'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-3696323556516275715</id><published>2008-08-13T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:36:36.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10k</title><content type='html'>Believe me. I will have about SGD $10,000 per year. I know it's not alot, but it's at least something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to 3/4-way acheiving that figure, for the very first time..considering the way I splurge and splurge and splurge. Extravagant spending. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I've become quite an anti-social, in a way. Well, not exactly an introvert. Just really don't feel like going out and mixing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to head straight home. Sounds boring right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe it's due to tiredness, maybe I'm just plain lazy. Maybe it's a combination of both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable staying at home, gaming all day with my com and psp. Or flicking through the channels such as Football Channel, ESPN, StarSports, Goal TV 1 &amp; 2, Animal Planet, Nat Geo, Discovery, HBO, etc. Or simply reading the papers. (Well, other than eating. HAHA.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds.. weird? Hmmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-3696323556516275715?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/3696323556516275715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=3696323556516275715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3696323556516275715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3696323556516275715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/08/10k.html' title='10k'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-530954764250753289</id><published>2008-08-03T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:59:14.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know yourself better</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might meet that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-530954764250753289?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/530954764250753289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=530954764250753289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/530954764250753289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/530954764250753289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-to-know-yourself-better.html' title='Get to know yourself better'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-6148835313801867127</id><published>2008-08-01T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:26:34.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thalassemia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Is Thalassemia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Basic Description&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thalassemia&lt;/strong&gt; is the name of a group of genetic blood disorders. To understand how thalassemia affects the human body, you must first understand a little about how blood is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hemoglobin&lt;/span&gt; is the oxygen-carrying component of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; blood cells. It consists of two different proteins, an &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;alpha&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;beta&lt;/span&gt;. If the body doesn't produce enough of either of these two proteins, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red blood cells&lt;/span&gt; do not form properly and cannot carry sufficient oxygen. The result is anemia that begins in early childhood and lasts throughout life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt; is actually a liquid made up of several different cell types. One of the most important and most numerous cell types is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red blood cell.&lt;/span&gt; The purpose of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red blood cell&lt;/span&gt; is to deliver oxygen to the body. Anemia describes the condition in which the number of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red blood cells&lt;/span&gt; in your blood is low. For this reason, doctors sometimes describe someone with anemia as having a low blood count.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since thalassemia is not a single disorder but a group of related disorders that affect the human body in similar ways, it is important to understand the differences between the various types of thalassemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alpha Thalassemia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whose hemoglobin does not produce enough alpha protein have alpha thalassemia. It is commonly found in Africa, the Middle East, India, Southeast Asia, southern China, and occasionally the Mediterranean region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; types of alpha thalassemia that range from mild to severe in their effect on the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silent Carrier State.&lt;/strong&gt; This condition generally causes no health problems because the lack of alpha protein is so small that the hemoglobin functions normally. It is called "silent carrier" because of how difficult it is to detect. Silent carrier state is "diagnosed" by deduction when an apparently normal individual has a child with hemoglobin H disease or alpha thalassemia trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hemoglobin Constant Spring.&lt;/strong&gt; This is an unusual form of Silent Carrier state that is caused by a mutation of the alpha globin. It is called Constant Spring after the region of Jamaica in which it was discovered. As in silent carrier state, an individual with this condition usually experiences no related health problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alpha Thalassemia Trait or Mild Alpha Thalassemia.&lt;/strong&gt; In this condition, the lack of alpha protein is somewhat greater. Patients with this condition have smaller red blood cells and a mild anemia, although many patients do not experience symptoms. However, physicians often mistake mild alpha thalassemia for iron deficiency anemia and prescribe iron supplements that have no effect on the anemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hemoglobin H Disease.&lt;/strong&gt; In this condition, the lack of alpha protein is great enough to cause severe anemia and serious health problems such as an enlarged spleen, bone deformities and fatigue. It is named for the abnormal hemoglobin H (created by the remaining beta globin) that destroys red blood cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hemoglobin H-Constant Spring.&lt;/strong&gt; This condition is more severe than hemoglobin H disease. Individuals with this condition tend to have a more severe anemia and suffer more frequently from enlargement of the spleen and viral infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homozygous Constant Spring.&lt;/strong&gt; This condition is a variation of hemoglobin H-Constant Spring that occurs when two Constant Spring carriers pass their genes on to their child (as opposed to hemoglobin H Constant Spring, in which one parent is a Constant Spring Carrier and the other a carrier of alpha thalassemia trait). This condition is generally less severe than hemoglobin H Constant Spring and more similar to hemoglobin H disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hydrops Fetalis or Alpha Thalassemia Major.&lt;/strong&gt; In this condition, there are no alpha genes in the individual's DNA, which causes the gamma globins produced by the fetus to form an abnormal hemoglobin called hemoglobin Barts. Most individuals with this condition die before or shortly after birth. In some extremely rare cases where the condition is discovered before birth, in utero blood transfusions have allowed the birth of children with hydrops fetalis who then require lifelong blood transfusions and medical care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta Thalassemia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whose hemoglobin does not produce enough beta protein have beta thalassemia. It is found in people of Mediterranean descent, such as Italians and Greeks, and is also found in the Arabian Peninsula, Iran, Africa, Southeast Asia and southern China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; types of beta thalassemia that also range from mild to severe in their effect on the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thalassemia Minor or Thalassemia Trait.&lt;/strong&gt; In this condition, the lack of beta protein is not great enough to cause problems in the normal functioning of the hemoglobin. A person with this condition simply carries the genetic trait for thalassemia and will usually experience no health problems other than a possible mild anemia. As in mild alpha thalassemia, physicians often mistake the small red blood cells of the person with beta thalassemia minor as a sign of iron-deficiency anemia and incorrectly prescribe iron supplements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thalassemia Intermedia.&lt;/strong&gt; In this condition the lack of beta protein in the hemoglobin is great enough to cause a moderately severe anemia and significant health problems, including bone deformities and enlargement of the spleen. However, there is a wide range in the clinical severity of this condition, and the borderline between thalassemia intermedia and the most severe form, thalassemia major, can be confusing. The deciding factor seems to be the amount of blood transfusions required by the patient. The more dependent the patient is on blood transfusions, the more likely he or she is to be classified as thalassemia major. Generally speaking, patients with thalassemia intermedia need blood transfusions to improve their quality of life, but not in order to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thalassemia Major or Cooley's Anemia.&lt;/strong&gt; This is the most severe form of beta thalassemia in which the complete lack of beta protein in the hemoglobin causes a life-threatening anemia that requires regular blood transfusions and extensive ongoing medical care. These extensive, lifelong blood transfusions lead to iron-overload which must be treated with chelation therapy to prevent early death from organ failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Forms of Thalassemia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the alpha and beta thalassemias, there are other related disorders that occur when the gene for alpha or beta thalassemia combines with an abnormal or mutant gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E Beta Thalassemia. Hemoglobin E&lt;/strong&gt; is one of the most common abnormal hemoglobins. It is usually found in people of Southeast Asian ancestry, such as Cambodians, Vietnamese and Thai. When combined with beta thalassemia, hemoglobin E produces E beta thalassemia, a moderately severe anemia which is similar in symptoms to beta thalassemia intermedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sickle Beta Thalassemia.&lt;/strong&gt; This condition is caused by a combination of beta thalassemia and hemoglobin S, the abnormal hemoglobin found in people with sickle cell disease. It is commonly found in people of Mediterranean ancestry, such as Italians, Greeks and Turks. The condition varies according to the amount of normal beta globin produced by the beta gene. When no beta globin is produced by the beta gene, the condition is almost identical with sickle cell disease. The more beta globin produced by the beta gene, the less severe the condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treatment of Thalassemia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood Transfusions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common treatment for all major forms of thalassemia is red blood cell transfusions. These transfusions are necessary to provide the patient with a temporary supply of healthy red blood cells with normal hemoglobin capable of carrying the oxygen that the patient's body needs.&lt;br /&gt;While thalassemia patients were given infrequent transfusions in the past, clinical research led to a more frequent program of regular blood cell transfusions that has greatly improved the patients' quality of life. Today, most patients with a major form of thalassemia receive red blood cell transfusions every two to three weeks, amounting to as much as 52 pints of blood a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iron Overload&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no natural way for the body to eliminate iron, the iron in the transfused blood cells builds up in a condition known as "iron overload" and becomes toxic to tissues and organs, particularly the liver and heart. Iron overload typically results in the patient's early death from organ failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chelation Therapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help remove excess iron, patients undergo "iron chelation therapy," in which a drug is introduce dinto the body which binds with excess iron and removes it through the urine or stool. For many years, the only FDA-approved iron chelator was Desferal, which has to be administered through a painful and difficult infusion process. When using Desferal, a needle is attached to a small battery-operated infusion pump and worn under the skin of the stomach or legs five to seven times a week for up to twelve hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November 2005, the FDA approved an oral chelator, Exjade. This is a pill which is dissolved in water or juice and drunk, once a day. Many patients now have an option in terms of chelators, and it is hoped that more options will become available in the coming years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Compliance Problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliance with chelation therapy is vital to the thalassemia patient's long term survival. However, many patients find the administration of Desferal so difficult that they do not keep up with it or abandon treatment altogether. If they do not have access to another chelating option, this is extremely dangerous. Lack of compliance with chelation therapy leads to accelerated health problems and early death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mmserver.cjp.com/images/blood/thalimage3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://mmserver.cjp.com/images/blood/thalimage3b.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;Blood cells of beta thalassemia major patient&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-6148835313801867127?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/6148835313801867127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=6148835313801867127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6148835313801867127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6148835313801867127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/08/thalassemia.html' title='Thalassemia'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-1135563825665598554</id><published>2008-07-31T10:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:58:02.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SG worst</title><content type='html'>I went blog-hopping, came across a disgusting Singaporean who subtlely slammed someone but somehow made it all too obvious to the intended party. What an imbecilic moron right? Oh, what education had taught them. They must be of the same species of Singaporeans as to what I've mentioned about some in my post regarding customer service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. let's just say there's no sole identity 'cause this is general yea? Please, don't get too personal. And why comment negatively, unless you're one of those irritating Singaporean gits who complains all day ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes, I'm a Singaporean but I'm certainly not one of those who complains and whines and grumbles and whatnots. Oh, fancy grumbling and whining about studies; tests and exams? HAHA. Grow up, kiddo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you think you've reached an age where you can think about how you've developed and matured as a human being? I beg to differ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in school-uniformed days? Say it's like babies yet to get out of their nappies. Yeap, you get what I mean. Well, babies will gradually learn to walk. Look, such spoilt brats haven't even earn their own keep, and at the legal age of alcohol and cigarettes... Hmmm.. independence is definitely NOT the word, much less maturity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1135563825665598554?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1135563825665598554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1135563825665598554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1135563825665598554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1135563825665598554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/07/sg-worst.html' title='SG worst'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-5627434133143723639</id><published>2008-07-31T09:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:30:10.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st birthday</title><content type='html'>I celebrated my birthday on Sunday and I was really very happy and touched. The people around me, family &amp; friends altogether brought tears of joy. But.. I won't cry and I didn't. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one happy event came a next sad event. I LOST MY GOLD NECKLACE (GOLD CHAIN + GOLD PENDANT!) The gold chain was given to my Mom by my maternal granny and the gold pendant given to me by my paternal granny. And it's real solid gold, considering how high the prices of gold are, you can imagine how much it cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty, so URRGGHHH!!! But what to do? I left it at my Aunt's house 'cause I stayed overnight there after my birthday function, took the necklace off before showering &amp; left it on the dining table in the hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next morning it was gone. I suspect (but I won't be pointing any fingers w/o any evidence) is a Christian lady friend of my aunt's (who is also a Christian). She came over that morning and somehow, the necklace was gone! Mysterious... I searched through my bags and stuff but I'm 100% sure I did not bring it home 'cause I totally forgot all about it. And it was nowhere to be found in my Aunt's house. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a way to celebrate 29/7 with some blood infection thing. Damn itchy, but it's not a derma problem. It's the blood. Had a slight fever. Went to the doc and she gave me 3 days' MC, and due to go back to the clinic on Friday for a 2nd blood test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I miss work for this entire week. And I badly need a rest. I've never taken UL ever since Day 1. Full attendance, until now.... But still, on a more positive note, I've got thousands rolling into my bank account. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also got thousands in my Starhub account yet to be redeemed. Maybe I'll redeem for bill offsets and some other vouchers or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, tell me what's so good about Singtel when you will only be auto-enrolled into their Red Rewards Programme if you spend an average of $100 and above over 6 months. So, if I spend a max. of $90+, I get NOTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't mention M1. Their SunPerks Reward Programme is shit. For Starhub Reward Points Programme, for every $1 I spend for my bill = 1 Reward Point. Now, I pay everything through GIRO and I've got double the reward points, albeit this promo. is ending in September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what's good about Singtel. If you're a businessman flying all over the world for business trips, their array of services would be beneficial to you. Please don't mention MIO. All thanks to Singtel's MIO TV that I'm not able to watch my UEFA Champion's League! Oh, and Starhub isn't spared from my wrath. I just can't understand why they do not even wanna fight for the broadcasting rights. This must be a conspiracy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For M1, those customized plans are not worth your money. Go do your Math and you'll realize you will be paying even more (if the value-added services -&gt; a.k.a VASES) are similar to what you need in the usual plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've used all 3 servuce providers before and Starhub wins all of 'em hands down! So, how many of you are influenced by my critics of the Red, Orange and Green of Singapore's Telecommunication? HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-5627434133143723639?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/5627434133143723639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=5627434133143723639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5627434133143723639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5627434133143723639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/07/21st-birthday.html' title='21st birthday'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8671037850512869734</id><published>2008-07-25T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:14:32.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have found your facebook profile.</title><content type='html'>I think I have found your facebook profile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/badge.php?&amp;items[]=badge_profile_pic&amp;items[]="&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.facebook.com/badge.php?&amp;items[]=badge_profile_pic&amp;items[]=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8671037850512869734?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8671037850512869734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8671037850512869734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8671037850512869734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8671037850512869734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-have-found-your-facebook.html' title='I think I have found your facebook profile.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7826627516588231359</id><published>2008-07-19T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:26:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Gifts</title><content type='html'>Cracking your brains, here's what... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something practical for my 21st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MacBook (or MacBook Air [with SuperDrive as there's no in-buiilt optical drive] or MacBook Pro, it doesn't matter)&lt;br /&gt;2. Messenger Bag (Giorgio Armani, Dunhill, LV)&lt;br /&gt;3. HTC Touch Diamond&lt;br /&gt;4. 3G Iphone (import from the States since it's not out yet)&lt;br /&gt;5. Club 21 Vouchers (min. $50)&lt;br /&gt;6. Sport Shops Vouchers (RSH, Sportslink, WOS min. $50)&lt;br /&gt;7. Perfume/Cologne (Creed)&lt;br /&gt;8. iPod Touch 8gb&lt;br /&gt;9. Manchester United Jersey (red or black M size)&lt;br /&gt;10. Giorgio Armani shirts&lt;br /&gt;11. Calvin Klein shirts/jeans (Size 15", Size 31)&lt;br /&gt;12. G-Star Jeans&lt;br /&gt;13. Berms - GAP&lt;br /&gt;14. Dark Chocolates (complimentary with other items)&lt;br /&gt;15. Nike Mercurial Vapor Orange Street Soccer shoes (Size US 8.5)&lt;br /&gt;16. Any other shop vouchers (min. $50)&lt;br /&gt;17. Money! (be it in angbaos or envelopes) HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. &lt;br /&gt;Gifts are not important. Hahaha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7826627516588231359?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7826627516588231359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7826627516588231359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7826627516588231359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7826627516588231359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-gifts.html' title='Birthday Gifts'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-9136320437431284058</id><published>2008-07-19T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:08:39.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"TRY SAYING"</title><content type='html'>Dear All:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been brought to the management's attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do, however, realise the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, a list of 13 New and Innovative "TRY SAYING" phrases has been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards, &lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think you could do with more training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't have a fucking clue, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She's an aggressive go-getter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's a fucking power-crazy bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Perhaps I can work late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when the fuck do you expect me to do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm certain that isn't feasible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck off ass-wipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, fuck me backwards with a telegraph pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Perhaps you should check with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tell someone who gives a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wasn't involved in the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not my fucking problem, mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What the fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not sure this can be implemented within the given timescale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No fucking chance, mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It will be tight, but I'll try to schedule it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why the fuck didn't you tell me that earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He's not familiar with the issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's got his head up his fucking ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Excuse me, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, fuck face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of course, I was only going to be at home anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, who needs fucking holidays anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-9136320437431284058?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/9136320437431284058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=9136320437431284058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/9136320437431284058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/9136320437431284058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/07/try-saying.html' title='&quot;TRY SAYING&quot;'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-352727458738514431</id><published>2008-07-13T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:05:53.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things will be fine.</title><content type='html'>Things will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;I know. &lt;br /&gt;Hush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom will be alright... &lt;br /&gt;Nothing will happen. &lt;br /&gt;God will watch over her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing negative unexpectedly will crop up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As that special number increases, worries increases too. &lt;br /&gt;With age comes responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows, no one knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-352727458738514431?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/352727458738514431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=352727458738514431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Debe2df2e7bfc3d4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925487%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62B005E01754D849875463373DCFD5D63ADFEB48.77FCA24BDA2BF04B36583A5658F58673208CEA9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Debe2df2e7bfc3d4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCZbz42SLnltjv9sAoZdvWq0YPek&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="315" height="265" 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Look carefully, it's blind in one eye. Its left eye. And I bought some cat food for this poor lil' kitten. I'm not teasing it by taking away the food, just want it to look up to the camera. Animal Cruelty will never be condone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-5273359859476913704?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ebe2df2e7bfc3d4a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/5273359859476913704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=5273359859476913704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5273359859476913704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5273359859476913704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/07/poor-kitten.html' title='Poor Kitten'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-5110230299049453957</id><published>2008-06-20T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:52:12.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Major Is Right For You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=35647N" target="_blank"&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;French/Spanish/OtherLanguage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in a foreign language, especially French or Spanish as they have a greater use in today's world. But other languages could be useful to you as well, such as Chinese, Japanese, German, Italian, or many others. With a major in a foreign language you could teach, or work for a company as a translator or foreign correspondant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. A minor in a foriegn language is useful for ANY major. Also, business or political science are great minors for a foreign language major. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table width='50%'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;French/Spanish/OtherLanguage&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='88' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;88%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;PoliticalScience/Philosophy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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        &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;History/Anthropology/LiberalArts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Visual&amp;PerformingArts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Education/Counseling&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Nursing/AthleticTraining/Health&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Accounting/Finance/Marketing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mathematics/Statistics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMzk2NTcxNzU5MyZwdD*xMjEzOTY2MzA2MjY1JnA9NjkwODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-5110230299049453957?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/5110230299049453957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=5110230299049453957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5110230299049453957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5110230299049453957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-major-is-right-for-you.html' title='What Major Is Right For You?'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4179499506864089706</id><published>2008-06-18T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:22:34.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovation</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm.. Mom wants to renovate the whole house SOON. But we're shelving it till after my 21st birthday. So if people were to come to my house during my birthday, it'll be the old and worn out house LORH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I agreed. Of course, whatever design, furniture and stuff like that; I'll be mainly the one selecting them. How exciting! I get to be an interior designer (well, sort of LUH)..albeit for a short time! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll also be looking for a new unit to temporarily rent. Maybe for a few months or so. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, won't be looking to sell yet. Anyway, the location is good. Buses going everywhere. So yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've just signed up for Mio TV. And it's on a promotional rate, say about 20 bucks. So my Dad gave the green light and we just gave it a try. (I watched already then tell you all nice or not, okay? HEHE.) On top of my SCV. Now we've got 2 Pay-TV Services. Damn! Must pay more! =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mom will be one watching Mio and I don't care 'cause I've got my football fix from SCV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've finally collected my movie vouchers. That counter staff is so rude. Today is simply a day of BAD customer service which we've all received! BAD BAD BAD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not someone who is demanding. I've been in CS line and I understand everything from the highest management level to the juniors, how they work and everything, although sometimes on different company policies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees. Especially those schoolkids. 17, 18 years old. Yeah. Think they're so so mature. Imagine having experience a frontline counter staff who looks so damn ugly (even girls would agree with me), fat, short and she scolded you 'fuck' blah blah  (in a rather soft tone), thinking that it's inaudible but our sharp ears heard it. Look, we're already very very very frustrated yet she doesn't empathize with us or at least, hear us out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the above refers to my bro who went to Nokia Care Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one reason why I'm eyeing the 3G Apple iphone, regardless of price. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say we brought the matter up to the higher management. What we want is real coaching and advising her as we know she's still a kid who had only started gaining job experience. That's all. But we're not expecting her to be given the sack. But then again, we expect the fucking useless manager to tell her 'aiya. They are all fuckers. Fuck them lah. You can go ahead and scold them more, but next time don't scold until they can hear lah. Scold behind their back. Don't worry. I won't pursue the matter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in front of us, he will say - 'we sincerely apologise for the bad experience which you had faced. I apologise on behalf of my staff/subordinate for her rude behaviour. Rest assured we will carry out our own investigations on this matter and implement the necessary disciplinary actions to be taken. We appreciate your feedback that can only boost our customer-oriented services beyond your expectations. We thank you for the time taken to report this matter to us, and hope to be of service to you again soon.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon man! 'POLITICALLY-CORRECT REPLIES' - This is nothing to me. I can tell you one million of them but you will tell me, these replies are so fucking hypocritical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, these 'POLITICALLY-CORRECT REPLIES' are specially given for REALLY annoying and irate assholes. Mainly, the people who complain ALOT, 24/7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I don't really care. Maybe you had misunderstood me. You can make me upset. Maybe I can understand you're having a bad day. But I'm not like one of those pricks who only go around looking or getting people into trouble, whining, grumbling, being demanding, complaining, looking for freebies through any loopholes in the company policies, or simply taking it out on others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The general consensus - Singaporeans are really complain kings and queens. Buay tahan. And some people are really so so fucking fucking fucking ignorant, you don't know whether to laugh at them in amusement or mockery, but definitely in disbelief. Yeah, and as such, those highly-educated gits with MBA, post-doctorate, rich rich rich businessmen, political figures can never be left out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How adorable! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4179499506864089706?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4179499506864089706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4179499506864089706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4179499506864089706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4179499506864089706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/06/renovation.html' title='Renovation'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-3563306589906853927</id><published>2008-06-16T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:08:56.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality test question: What would make you cry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Personality test question: What would make you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please note that the translation is not done by me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order the following according to which would make you cry (1's the easiest, 5's the most difficult):&lt;br /&gt;A. touched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. pain (injuries etc, not heartbreaks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. anxiety/worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers: (1st to 5th means the position you placed them while answering the above.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A, Touched:&lt;/strong&gt; People who are not very close to you would feel that you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Someone who keeps to yourself. Very mysterious, not easy to get close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Makes people around you feel happy. Sensitive person. Tends to be careful with bringing up topics that would hurt another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: A silly person. Weird. Do whatever you feel like doing. But, very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: Can't take care of yourself, need someone to be there to worry for you (especially your Elders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: A smart, responsible, well-respected person (or someone who commands respect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B, Sad:&lt;/strong&gt; People close to you would feel that you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Having high expectations in many areas. Too stubborn or obstinate most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: A reasonable person. Is very clear in opinions &amp;amp; decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Thoughtful with a tinge of solemness. Doesn't express sadness in front of others, but others would be able to feel it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: Will consider thoroughly before making a choice/decision. Doesn't want others to look down on you. Your pride is quite high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: Exterior strong, Interior weak. [literal translation] (Appear strong &amp;amp; brash on the outside, but is actually somehow weak and kind on the inside) Knows you are not strong-willed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C, Pain:&lt;/strong&gt; You want others to feel that you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: In need of others' protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Difficult to talk to/ get close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Good person. Makes people who are with you happy. Not afraid to make sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: Smart, but not proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: Very certain of what you are thinking and what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D, Angry:&lt;/strong&gt; You want your lover to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Very suitable with you. Your thinkings are similar, don't have to ask &amp;amp; you'll know what each other wants. Good chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Someone who doesn't flare up easily. Must give in to you. Appear strong &amp;amp; brash on the outside, but is actually somehow weak and kind on the inside. Have own character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: A cute person by heart. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: A person who takes care of things even if they are only of minimal importance. Able to do what you ask for. Won't bother you with small matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: High IQ. A person who can control you (but not manipulation), as in able to take care of you and is influential. Must be logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, Anxiety/worry:&lt;/strong&gt; Actually, the real you is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Someone who is afraid of letting others know the real you. Don't like your own personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Loneliness; a lonely person. Wants to be with a crowd. But often doesn't know how to communicate with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Treats friends as very important people. Treasures a lot of friends. Dare to love, dare to hate. But doesn't bother about people you don't like at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: Straightforward person. This makes you often unable to mingle with people. Wishes for people who understand you, especially people you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: Not sure of what your own future will be like/ what you want. But successfully live your life. Don't have many expectations of things. Most importantly is that you are able to live every day happily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-3563306589906853927?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/3563306589906853927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=3563306589906853927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3563306589906853927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3563306589906853927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/06/personality-test-question-what-would.html' title='Personality test question: What would make you cry?'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7982038868347955497</id><published>2008-06-06T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:46:23.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Now I've got 1 C, I'm gonna get another C. Nope, not a car. Not until I can afford one, including petrol/diesel/cooking oil/crude oil. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Credit Cards! Relax, I know what I'm doing and I won't chalk up huge bills. May I reiterate that I badly need a new phone, and a wallet. *winks* Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably a working bag too. Oh, and a coupl'a jeans and berms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on. Some things can wait. Just like my financial investments. Just put pen to paper for a savings policy. Paid 20K. Premium-wise.. Hmmmm.. But then again, must wait for another 25 years. Money grow grow grow! Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor's, next year. I don't wanna depend everything on my parents. About 4 years later, I should be able to do my Master's, with my own money. 5 digits to be precise after I've got my financial retuns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be taking over all my 4 policies from next month onwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not rich, I just know how to plan my finances well. I spend within my means, with my own money. So there you have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing at those lil' lians and bengs and schoolkids who couldn't even earn their own keep, still depending on their parents for pocket money, yet spend like H2O on Yves Saint Laurent, Louise Vuitton (pronounced 'lou-e vui-ton'), Gucci, Prada, Hermes (pronounced 'air-mis), Calvin Klein, Salvatore Ferragamo (pronounced sal-va-tor-ray), Bvlgari (pronounced 'bile-gary'), Mont Blanc (pronounced 'mont blong'), Christian Dior, Valentino, etc. (Please note, some of these luxury brands aren't that luxurious. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I like Italian-design stuff. But I don't really like Italy in football terms. I prefer England and Brazil, Holland, Portugal in that order. Yeah, for EURO 2008, minus England. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EURO 2008! I'm so looking forward to it!!! And I won myself a pair of free movie tickets (movies of my choice.) HEHE. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7982038868347955497?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7982038868347955497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7982038868347955497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7982038868347955497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7982038868347955497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/06/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7543606942735304640</id><published>2008-05-18T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:39:19.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview of Mrs Margaret Leong</title><content type='html'>Alright. Time for updates! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. I've gotten my black PSP! Like finally! HAHA. And I badly need a new phone. Most probably iphone, or else it would be something else nice that Nokia comes up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've gotten a side-job as a part-time interviewer with HDB. And I got to visit some homes with only an elderly and those less fortunate people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, after I heard about their life story and all, it was heartwrenching to say the least. It made me think how lucky/fortunate I am, with a roof over my head, adequate comfort, food, a decent-paying job, decent education, loving parents, family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they taught me one thing - zhi zu chang le&lt;br /&gt;Loosely translated into: be satisfied with what you have and you'll be happy most of the time. Count your blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you guys one such meaningful experience in relation to an interviewee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this elderly woman whom I had interviewed. It was a lil' tough because she speaks no English. I told her to pardon me for my not-so-good Mandarin, and she responded (in Mandarin, of course) with 'It's okay, young man. I know very, very little Engilsh. We can learn from each other though.' I smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I started the interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now more into her life story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband had passed away, leaving her behind. Her mother-in-law has rheumatism and some old-age ailments and is rather immobile/not at all ambulant. Her own parents had passed on. Her brother passed away shortly after her husband. While telling me, she broke down. I was like 'oh no. please don't. I'm sorry.' and gave her a piece of tissue.' ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't work much as her muscles easily become sore if it's over-strained. She didn't even complete primary school, but her Mandarin is good luh. And trust me, my CPF is at least 10 times more than hers. (Her CPF is a low 4-digit amount.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is currently working as a part-time maid, and her salary is not even 1/6 of mine. She is currently living in a rented one-room flat since 1985, and the rent has always been pretty affordable for her, for now. Well, this is the first time I had stepped into a 1-room flat. It is so tiny. The whole flat is slightly less than half the size of my hall! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around the flat and she told me that everything inside the house was donated by others. She is very, very, very friendly and humble. Why? 'Cause some elderly can be rather obstinate and think the whole world owes them a living. Now, I will go more into that with a real-life situation in another analogy later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she was thanking the Singapore Government profusely, and I was thinking - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'PLEASE DON'T! They do not deserve any credit. Why? The rich get richer, the poor get poorer. The middle-class are soon to be non-existent. I'm not blabbering nonsense. Go think about it. Look around, observe, read up. Everybody knows. 'Nuff said.' Agree or disagree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so while the interview was going on, she insisted on making coffee for me even when I refused politely. I was so paiseh luh. And of course, it's your cheap satchets 3-in-1 kind, not your usual Starbucks, Coffeebean and The Coffee Connoisseur (TCC). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so happy talking to me. She said she doesn't mix around much, especially those other elderly who may be rather uncouth and uncultured. She said she likes those who are 'bi jiao you wen hua de', those who can fill her thirst for knowledge and are more than willing to teach her and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she probed a lil' about my life and all, asked about my family, if I have a girlfriend and stuff. I said no. No time, no one who is suitable, don't want, sadness and heartaches, nowadays good girls are extremely rare, close to extinction. Yeah, you get the drift. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really gave me an insight into another group of people, a stark contrast of young lasses with a fake Cockney accent, Bohemian-class style, with a LV, Prada, Yve Saint Laurent, Hermes, etc sashaying down the street, thinking they're all high and mighty. I can only shake my head and say, "you have not seen enough of this world, young girl. Time will tell." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of incidents where your usual smartly-dressed office lady (OL) working in the CBD area, ORDERED the cleaner auntie to her desk 'cause she spilled her coffee. She raised her voice, "hurry up! auntie, I've got work to rush!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the newspaper reported with another act of disgust. If I didn't remember wrongly, it should be along these lines. One such bloody Singaporean (unhurt, well and alive, with no injured or dead relatives in China) who arrived at the Beijing Airport (Airport code is PVK. HAHA.), rushing home because of the quake in China, had to wait for quite some time and was complaining and grumbling and kicking up a fuss, just because his flight was delayed. Well, you wouldn't doubt this one man's ability stopping short of creating a raucous! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the kind of stinking characters (whose character stinks big-time too) who rightly deserve the 'Shameful Singaporeans!' label being slapped on their fucking faces. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7543606942735304640?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7543606942735304640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7543606942735304640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7543606942735304640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7543606942735304640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/05/alright.html' title='Interview of Mrs Margaret Leong'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8198841021070765512</id><published>2008-04-29T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:56:56.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work's up</title><content type='html'>Alright. I'm aware that I haven't been blogging as often as I would have liked. Well, work's the reason, and it's so far, so good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a correspondent is pretty okay I guess, coupled with the fact that I get to see a super cute &amp; sweet girl everyday, among the other hot chicks. HAHA. I tell you, she is very nice, very mild-mannered and soft-spoken. And she is.. whoooo....!!! HAHA! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. enough about girls. I suspect I'm half-gay. Okay, somewhat a lil'. LOL! Don't ask me why. I've just got a bad history with girls. Yeah, you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping pretty early ever since I'm on the 9-5 treadmill. It's so not cool acting like a fucking 'hero/heroine' sleeping late or not sleeping at all even though you've got something on the next day. And so the next time I see you guys, you'll look like a haggard ol' woman with sunken eyes, wrinkles, dishevelled hair and... erm... (no worries, i'll bring you for a makeover. I'll pay for that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm looking forward to the end of the month! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to get my PSP and spend a single cent on materialistic items for the past coupl'a months..THAT, in itself IS an ACHIEVEMENT! LOL! Nothing beats havin' good food and shitting 'em all out the same! Agree, foodies? HEHE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, I hereby appeal for all buses to have the steps eradicated. I came across many elderly people and the disabled struggling to board &amp; alight the buses. And during peak hours when I'm on my way home, it's worse! =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some car drivers can really be fucking pricks! Errant retards! They'll cut into your lane all of a sudden with no signal and chiong all the way, and we'll have to brake suddenly and then we can see babies flying through the air, still within or out of the vehicle...I don't know. Well, I'll call up the hospital, workshop and insurance company for them though. Hopefully not the casket company ya? Wouldn't wanna see anybody's face in the obituary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate office workers with backpacks! Seriously! Especially those which are fucking HUGE as if they had a HUGE BOULDER inside. Dammit! And you're not going to school like those goddamned schoolkids. I can understand if you're an NSman. But for office workers..please! Look, the fucking bag will take up one extra person's  standing space in the sardine-packed bus and it's plain inconsiderate. And when you perspire, you'll not smell that good though. Moreoever, no matter how expensive your shirt (and/or ties), pants and shoes are, you'll still look like an absolute cock (minus the absolute vodka)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heed my advice. Get a briefcase or a sling bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the hot milf in a nice short satin dress standing in front of me, stop fidgeting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8198841021070765512?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8198841021070765512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8198841021070765512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8198841021070765512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8198841021070765512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/04/works-up.html' title='work&apos;s up'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8381596855341937293</id><published>2008-04-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:15:58.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do you agree with this?</title><content type='html'>A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes. - Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you agree with this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8381596855341937293?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8381596855341937293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8381596855341937293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8381596855341937293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8381596855341937293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-much-do-you-agree-with-this.html' title='How much do you agree with this?'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-2676946186038787364</id><published>2008-04-17T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:43:41.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>govt payouts</title><content type='html'>After I've missed it for so many years, I've finally received my govt payouts! HAHA. Half would be in my CPF, oh, and the last time I received my CPF statement it wasn't that pathetic. It was never anyway, considering how long I've been working since young. The other half would be transferred straight into my bank account. But the total payout sum is only $500..URGH! So who has received the letter? Hands up, please! Must gimme a treat, okay? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I badly need a new cellphone. I'm ditching my $1220 N95 and considering the $1388 Samsung Armani phone. It's a sleek black, nice touch screen phone, but feature-wise ain't that attractive LEH. We'll see LUH. Or maybe an iphone when it comes out into the Singapore market. Still contemplating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my black PSP too! HAHA. And my favourite Italian luxury label Armani shirts and Netherlands label G-STAR jeans, or grab another coupl'a pairs of CK jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for clothes and tech-gadgets LUH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. we'll see. As your spending power increases, the more likely you'll be broke for the rest of the month. HAHA. But my bank account will never be left with zero. Never, no matter what and I make sure of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who knows, I may end up not spending a single cent on such stuff. LOL! Gotta learn to be frugal ya know? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I MAY wanna get a tattoo. AND it will definitely either be a unique cross on my upper arm or an angel across my back. So yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm a HUB Club member; that means I've got all 3 service accounts - Maxonline, SCV and Mobile under my name and I'm paying everything through GIRO. SIAN. Every month decrease by a few hundred. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, Jeremy doesn't drink, gamble and smoke. He can do fine-dining anytime if he wants to, go to a posh high-class restaurant and all, but he'll gladly settle for kopitiam &amp; hawker centre food or lovely home-cooked food by his Grandma &amp; Mom 24/7. They are where the best food can be found. Trust me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm happy with my life &amp; the way I am now. Nothing and nobody to hinder what I've set out to do. Nothing is too difficult for me. I take each challenge as it comes. I say bring it on. I'm fearless; nothing and nobody is ever gonna bring me down and I will never lay down and die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-2676946186038787364?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/2676946186038787364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=2676946186038787364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2676946186038787364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2676946186038787364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/04/govt-payouts.html' title='govt payouts'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4830864255356512236</id><published>2008-04-07T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:38:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, fear is the root of human selfishness. Love is the root of divine Selfishness.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I've over-reacted. And she doesn't deserve that snub. I guess it's a fact that doesn't go down too well with me when it comes from another person's perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride. Yes. It felt like a slap on the face. But it's been 21 years... How ironic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what others said about me, I choose to think that I have become more modest yet I still put up that snobbish look in front of strangers..well, all the better to put them off really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New entries in your live bring a whole new level of trust. Oh, and you're right. I've realized &amp; admit that I'm becoming more selfish. It's every man for his own, but I really do feel disgusted &amp; ashamed of my own selfishness... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember, fear is the root of human selfishness. Love is the root of divine Selfishness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm of the former, not the latter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4830864255356512236?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4830864255356512236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4830864255356512236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4830864255356512236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4830864255356512236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/04/remember-fear-is-root-of-human.html' title='Remember, fear is the root of human selfishness. Love is the root of divine Selfishness.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-6421766535932112273</id><published>2008-04-06T00:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:29:44.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is what I usually wear to work. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R_eohc1E3NI/AAAAAAAAAJU/wbiNiGJIRc4/s200/Image050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185798788568374482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185794635334999218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 20px 20px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R_ekvs1E3LI/AAAAAAAAAJE/38_aRsjR-Uo/s200/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I usually wear to work. (: Very guai (decent/goodie) right? HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-6421766535932112273?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/6421766535932112273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=6421766535932112273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6421766535932112273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6421766535932112273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-this-is-what-i-usually-wear-to-work.html' title='So this is what I usually wear to work. (:'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R_eohc1E3NI/AAAAAAAAAJU/wbiNiGJIRc4/s72-c/Image050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662851.post-6917109662450130940</id><published>2008-04-01T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:12:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens/happened for a reason.</title><content type='html'>Everything happens/happened for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm extremely disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I'm pretty happy lately. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-6917109662450130940?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/6917109662450130940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=6917109662450130940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6917109662450130940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6917109662450130940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/04/everything-happenshappened-for-reason.html' title='Everything happens/happened for a reason.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8525282801012441752</id><published>2008-03-30T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:29:33.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky &amp; lucky.</title><content type='html'>Unlucky &amp; lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8525282801012441752?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8525282801012441752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8525282801012441752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8525282801012441752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8525282801012441752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/03/unlucky-lucky.html' title='Unlucky &amp; lucky.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8651634675899568423</id><published>2008-03-26T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:14:26.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flare up</title><content type='html'>I'm caught in a situation that allows me to be very arrogant to some people, and rightfully so. After getting the boot, I can shove it right back into their fucking mouths and destroy whatever little pride they have, while boosting my ego and getting a kick out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been treated too shabbily though. I know myself, and I'll just try hard to change for the better. Just when I thought I had already learnt to curb my temper, I tend to flare up very easily lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect people to think along the same lines as me, or at least, similar. I hate ignorant people, but that's not to say I'm very knowledgeable either. I'm curious/inquisitive by nature. Look, you know I have this thirst for knowledge, and enthusiasm to explore and discover, so whatever I don't know I will ask, inquire &amp; learn. 'Please enlighten me' is a very common phrase I will tend to use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is very important; main purpose would be to get your message across. I get very easily frustrated when I've already explained to you what I want, what I meant or what I need in simple English or Mandarin, even gave examples and scenerios and repeated myself more than 5, 6, 7 bloody times, yet that puny brain of yours can't even understand what the hell I'm talking about. My 92 year old grandma wouldn't fare that badly yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright if your English is bad, my Mandarin isn't that fantastic either. But trust me, when I spoke in fluent &amp; correctly-structured sentences (which I picked up from my friends), you simply have no idea what I'm talking about. And when I spoke in layman's terms, the same shit happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a wordy person and I prefer to write and read and then absorbing the whole chuck of text as I can do all extremely fast. But it sometimes comes to naught when my memory doesn't serve me well. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate people repeatedly asking me the same ol' questions. And most of all, I hate unjustifiable claims &amp; baseless accusations against me; that is to say, them being very unreasonable and ridiculous at times. And yes, I have every right to flare up this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8651634675899568423?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8651634675899568423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8651634675899568423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8651634675899568423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8651634675899568423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/03/flare-up.html' title='flare up'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-2574744705158136694</id><published>2008-03-24T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T07:07:59.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling very vexed. sigh.</title><content type='html'>Tired. Simply exhausted. It's so emotionally-draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are so complicated, very unpredictable, and absolutely indecipherable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-2574744705158136694?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/2574744705158136694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=2574744705158136694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2574744705158136694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2574744705158136694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-feeling-very-vexed-sigh.html' title='I&apos;m feeling very vexed. sigh.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4324457190346830696</id><published>2008-03-23T01:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:35:22.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frust cover</title><content type='html'>I'm gettin' very easily frustrated nowadays. Though that being said, I can forget about the whole bloody incident and talk to you in a very nice manner the next second. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being outcasted was never a problem. I never fit in anywhere anyway. I certainly wouldn't give a damn 'cause I am extremely independent in a way. I choose to keep to myself, and I choose my friends; the people around me wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta learn never to judge a book by its cover. The moment I saw that middle-aged woman's hands filled with food which sort of reflected her size, I was, well..a lil' turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's quite a nice lady. Spoke a few words with her. And I guess like everybody else, the first impression that I would give to others would be - 'Jeremy's very arrogant!' She asked me about my up-coming job. I told her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she painted a picture of me - one who will not depend on his parents for anything. Even if I really needed help, I will definitely be grateful and repay your kindness one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm disgusted by some rich bastards livin' the life of a million bucks who think all the money in the world could give 'em all the power and command the utmost respect. Of course, gettin' the things they want with a snap of their fingers, or rather, flashing a wad of notes/dropping their list of credit cards while making Paragon, Takashimaya, Tangs, etc their second home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I haven't mentioned those are their parents' money. What the fuck did they do? Nothing. Well, maybe spend a few hundred bucks, burst their wallet clean and probably ARE ignorant when asked about 'savings.' (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm.. say, speakin' about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;raking in the dough if they aren't born with a silver spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a case of sour grapes. Just that, nothing surprising as of how significant money has played a part in everybody's lives. Well, truth be told, without money, you can't survive. But the richest people aren't the happiest. Mark that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example of why most rich fuckers have characters that stink big-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pay the MOST for my mobile, internet plan and I EXPECT flawless usage of the service. Internet connection screwed up all of a sudden, I called my service provider. I made a big fuss out of it. Escalated to Manager who made a personal trip down. Got a so-called compensation from the Manager - in discreet, without the company's knowledge, just so that the Manager would appease me. Reason being - Manager doesn't wanna lose a BIG customer like me 'cause I paid SO MUCH; THE MOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MONEY. Because of money, the Manager acts like a low-life f*ckin' slave to those rich bastards (just to please them). Refer to last line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. EXPECTATIONS. I paid TOP dollar, and I should have TOP-CLASS service, better still - prestige. Logical, but 'disregardful', 'totally lack respect' mentality. That certainly leaves no room for negotiation, much less being understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CHARACTER - Both had me disgusted. 'nuff said. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to put yourself in the shoes of each character - the rich bastard, the manager and a third party (which I'm in). How would you handle such a situation? What are your views on this whole incident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met all sorts of people before. And most of the time, if you're too generous, people would take advantage. Give them an inch, they will want a foot. And then it'll be a sick cycle of 'I EXPECT MORE, you MUST GIVE me MORE and MORE and MORE..!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hokkien, it's a case of 'gien peng gien sai' too. And trust me, rich fuckers want Class B/C wards with maximum medical subsidy, want concessions, resorting to despicable methods to get an edge over others, want all the discounts &amp;amp; freebies they can get, want government handouts thus resorting to hiding facts they owned a private apartment elsewhere or had some global property investments, etc. They buy all the branded and designer goods, luxury stuff but in actual fact, they're really CHEAPOS (but not all though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And did I mention they're one of the worst flirts &amp;amp; playas (players) ever? Worse or worst as in being incorrigible, and pretty much distasteful in every sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you guys can come bark at me (literally, haha) - hmmmm.. that explains that guilty conscience I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4324457190346830696?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4324457190346830696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4324457190346830696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4324457190346830696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4324457190346830696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/03/frust-cover.html' title='frust cover'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-5177641457202877274</id><published>2008-03-08T01:15:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T02:09:09.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frust and SIA</title><content type='html'>It's so frustrating when you've written a long post, it doesn't autosave and you had just wanted to publish it, and then when you click 'publish post' - you came to an error page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. A lil' update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got a job which pays around 2K (I know it's very lil'). 12 full Off-days per month. Pro-rated annual 14 days leave. Generally, medical fees covered. I get to talk to Ministers and rich businessmen. Got my pal for company; working and gaying with me too. HAHA. Wonderful supportive parents and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing back my Degree plans to next year when I'm 22. Not that late luh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be: funding my own Degree, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, have been and nevertheless still continuing to support myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been all these years: Paying off my cellphone bills, SCV, Internet, whatever. Feeding my OWN often-3-digit, occasionally-4-digit shopping using my OWN money. Being a filial son by doing the household chores, doing my laundry, helping out in the kitchen and flashing the bigger BLUE notes to my Grandma and parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently: Oh, and looking at kids who spend their parents' money, to 'sub-sustain' their own  shopping habits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, people who aren't even earning a single cent (never/seldom have to pay their own bills 'cause their parents would end up using their own money [which is the kids' allowance given] to pay. lol.) yet have the heart to spend their parents' money without a conscience. What a shame! (Let's just say there're many people who doesn't give 'studies' as a bloody lame excuse, yea?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at kids and wondering how pampered these lil' spoilt brats are. Parents shielding them, giving them such a comfortable life in materiality &amp; monetary terms. So if this is what you call the best way (albeit to each his own) a parent can show how much he/she loves his/her kids, Singapore's future is bleak. -jer shakes his head- HAHA. Our future generation the 1990s, - a bunch of softies; spoilt, bloody immature and lacking positive values. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say no one can deny what I've just stated. You've gotta admit it, right guys? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.thehiphopworld.com/images/50-cent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.thehiphopworld.com/images/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;worth. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-5177641457202877274?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/5177641457202877274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=5177641457202877274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5177641457202877274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5177641457202877274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/03/frust-and-sia.html' title='frust and SIA'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-3544077747594189765</id><published>2008-03-04T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:01:25.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anderson Chant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fg4c_RwPaVA"&gt;Anderson Chant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson son son,&lt;br /&gt;He's better than Kleberson,&lt;br /&gt;Anderson son son,&lt;br /&gt;He's our midfield magician,&lt;br /&gt;To the left, &lt;br /&gt;To the right,&lt;br /&gt;To the samba beat tonight,&lt;br /&gt;He is class with a brass&lt;br /&gt;And he shits on Fabregas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-3544077747594189765?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/3544077747594189765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=3544077747594189765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3544077747594189765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3544077747594189765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/03/anderson-chant.html' title='Anderson Chant'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-1504665511807534288</id><published>2008-03-02T20:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:50:01.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes</title><content type='html'>Lewis's cousin, the farmer, ordered a high-tech milking machine. Since the equipment arrived when his wife was out of town, he decided to test it on himself first. So, he inserted his penis into the equipment, turned the switch on and everything else was automatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he realized that the equipment provided him with as much pleasure as his wife did. When the fun was over, though, he quickly realized that he couldn't remove the instrument from his penis. He read the manual but didn't find any useful information. He tried every button on the instrument, but still without success. Finally, the farmer decided to call the supplier's Customer Service Hot Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, I just bought a milking machine from your company. It works fantastic, but how do I remove it from the cow's udder?" "Don't worry," replied the customer service rep, "The machine will release automatically once it's collected two gallons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager was developing rapidly, so her mother thought it about time that she understood the facts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liza," she began, "I think it would be nice if we had a little chat about how life is formed. As you know, a baby grows in a lady's tummy and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It might be interesting to hear you tell it, Mom," interrupted the daughter, "but what I really want to know is how to fake an orgasm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall my first time with a condom, I was 16 or so. I went in to buy a packet of  condoms at the pharmacy. There was this beautiful woman assistant behind the counter, and she could see that I was new at it. She handed me the package and asked if I knew how to wear one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly answered, "No, this is my first time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she unwrapped the package, took one out and slipped it over her thumb. She cautioned me to make sure it was on tight and secure. I apparently still looked confused. So she looked all around the store to see if it was empty. It was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a minute," she said, and walked to the door, and locked it. Taking my hand, she led me into the back room, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She unhooked her bra and laid it aside. "Do these excite you?" she asked. Well, I was so dumb-struck that all I could do was nod my head. She then said it was time to slip the condom on. As I was slipping it on, she dropped her skirt, removed her panties and lay down on a desk. "Well, come on", she said, "We don't have much time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I climbed on her. It was so wonderful, that unfortunately, I could no longer hold back and KAPOW, I was done within a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me with a bit of a frown. "Did you put that condom on?" she asked. I said, "I sure did," and held up my thumb to show her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Ferguson is the one of the guests of honour at the Miss World Beauty pageant. During the interval all the guests and contestants are mingling over drinks. Sir Alex is besieged by three of the most beautiful women in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Venezuela pops the first question. "Sir Alex, I admire your management skills and all you have achieved and the trophies you have won." Sir Alex acknowledges her flattering remark, but she then lowers the left strap of her dress and reveals her left breast and says,"Can you autograph this please?" Sir Alex now bemused, duly obliges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Croatia pops the second question. "Sir Alex, I admire the way you play psychological games with your opponents even before you play them." Sir Alex acknowledges her flattering remark, but she then lowers the right strap of her dress and reveals her right breast and says,"Can you autograph this please?" Sir Alex, again bemused, duly obliges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Argentina pops the third question. "Sir Alex, I admire the way you motivate your players and shield them like they were your own sons." Sir Alex acknowledges her flattering remark, but she then lifts up her dress and reveals the fact she is wearing no underwear at all and is completely shaved, and says, "Can you please autograph this please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this, Sir Alex just loses it, "NO! NO! NO! The last time I signed a bald Argentinian cunt it cost me £28 million!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo of the bald Argentinian below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39350000/jpg/_39350171_fergy_veron_pa33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39350000/jpg/_39350171_fergy_veron_pa33.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;em&gt;(Man Utd boss Sir Alex Ferguson signed Juan Sebastian Veron for £28 million.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1504665511807534288?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1504665511807534288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1504665511807534288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1504665511807534288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1504665511807534288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/03/jokes.html' title='jokes'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7319566778646077305</id><published>2008-02-28T02:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:14:14.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastercard 'priceless'</title><content type='html'>I came across this adward-winning (banned) commercial more than a year ago. Thumbs up for the creativity and humour (spoof). But still, no harm sharing with those who haven't seen this. (One of the 'priceless' commercials.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=nb3mshCWmgA"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mastercard 'Priceless'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night after a date, a guy takes his girlfriend home. After kissing each other goodnight at the front door, the guy starts feeling a little horny. With an air of confidence, he leans with his hand against the wall, smiling, he says to her: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Night out on the town = $75)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So.. how about a blowjob?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Getting the nerve to ask such a question?) = $12 bottle of wine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you crazy?! My parents might see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on! Who's gonna see us at this hour?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Can you imagine if we get caught?! Oh my god! What my Dad would do to you..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's nobody around, everybody's asleep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way! It's way too risky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please, I love you so much!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Actually using a line like that) = another $12 bottle of wine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just can't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, the light on the stairs goes on, and the girl's sister shows up in her pyjamas, hair disheveled, and in a sleepy voice she says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad says to go ahead and give him a blowjob, or I can do it. Or if need be, he'll come down himself and do it. But for God's sake, tell him to take his hand off the intercom." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Having a girlfriend whose father has a sense of humour... = PRICELESS.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's MasterCard.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgforums.com/images/emoticons/classic/icon_lol.gif?1199047753"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px;" src="http://sgforums.com/images/emoticons/classic/icon_lol.gif?1199047753" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgforums.com/images/emoticons/classic/icon_lol.gif?1199047753"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px;" src="http://sgforums.com/images/emoticons/classic/icon_lol.gif?1199047753" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgforums.com/images/emoticons/classic/icon_lol.gif?1199047753"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px;" src="http://sgforums.com/images/emoticons/classic/icon_lol.gif?1199047753" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7319566778646077305?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7319566778646077305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7319566778646077305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7319566778646077305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7319566778646077305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/02/mastercard-priceless.html' title='Mastercard &apos;priceless&apos;'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7131454339683277897</id><published>2008-02-26T00:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:06:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping positions and Durex Vibrator.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aycu12.webshots.com/image/45691/2000574757812923665_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://aycu12.webshots.com/image/45691/2000574757812923665_rs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check this out! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;If you're under 18, please click &lt;input type="button" value="Exit" onclick="self.close()"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, please click the following link. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.durexplayshop.com.sg/testerform.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Females only] Durex vibrator testers needed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7131454339683277897?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7131454339683277897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7131454339683277897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7131454339683277897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7131454339683277897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleeping-positions-and-durex-vibrator.html' title='Sleeping positions and Durex Vibrator.'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-3670953892211265516</id><published>2008-02-23T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:14:31.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teach</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to do something of my interest, working in the advertising industry. You know.. the graphic designers will work with the copywriters - they do the pictures, I do the words - perfect combination, perfect ads &amp; commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet suddenly, I felt this seemed like something which isn't what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized how ignorant I am, how unknowledgeable I am at times. If you think I'm pretty (or decently) smart for a guy, you're dead wrong. I can tell you my level of general knowledge isn't that fantastic. (I haven't been reading extensively for the past several years, yet I don't think I'm lagging much behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you hear others talking about the latest shit in town, latest celebrities, lastest gossips, fashion statements/disasters, how that b*tch gave you head, how that b*stard screwed you where the sun don't shine, etc. Well, this certainly isn't my thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. neither is my standard of English that fantastic. If I were to rate my proficiency in English, it's only 6/10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been speaking more Mandarin than ever. My standard of English has gone down the drain. And I aspire to teach English to anyone below 20, or at least correcting them. Of course, being only human, I make mistakes too and I welcome people who can only correct me, teach me &amp; advice me. That's how one learns sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you haven't heard me wrong, guys. I aspire to educate the future generation. Considering that some JC students could only speak, write and/or read the level of English as my 10 year old cousin, I wonder what is this world becoming to. It's shocking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think you speak good mandarin, think again! And if you think you're a Mathematics Genius, think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how some people might hate the English Language or Literature. I'm out on a mission to correct that degrading perception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I want.. to be a lecturer. Go ahead, laugh at me, scorn at me. Give me some sticks and I'll ride the psychological storm. It's a norm for the people around me to give me some incredulous looks or cast doubtful glances at me. Looks-wise, I still look very young. Yet ironically, when you're talking about havin' brains, I'm certainly not found wanting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a chance to prove myself. Of course, I'll be searching for that chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keywords: Patience. Confidence. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-3670953892211265516?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/3670953892211265516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=3670953892211265516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3670953892211265516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3670953892211265516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/02/teach.html' title='teach'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-1914782676297016528</id><published>2008-02-16T10:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:58:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>social step</title><content type='html'>I take each social step with trepidation and incredulity/skepticism and luckily, I usually escape unscathed. And then you know what kind of person he/she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's say; no doubt everyone is considered dispensible, some may even be rendered useless (once he/she loses his/her usefulness/appeal), and then you question your and their very existence... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you came to a conclusion that - who the fuck are you? who the fuck are they? (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1914782676297016528?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1914782676297016528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1914782676297016528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1914782676297016528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1914782676297016528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/02/social-step.html' title='social step'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7398362253415976352</id><published>2008-02-14T22:33:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:04:30.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V'day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://6VGjQzmP6U/R7Rk3aCnvGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uJIgpIc4e9c/s1600-h/Image033-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R7Rk3aCnvGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uJIgpIc4e9c/s200/Image033-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166865575546698850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://6VGjQzmP6U/R7RV76CnvDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uPRGuLe2gaQ/s1600-h/Image032-003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R7RV76CnvDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uPRGuLe2gaQ/s200/Image032-003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166849160181693490" /&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;em&gt;Pic of CNY Day 1. I've simply erased the background and cut off my face. Lol.  Anyway, the camera flash resulted in none of my facial features being shown, except my hair so it's pointless anyway. Hmmm.. I think I look gay. HAHA! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's V'day today and I ain't got a date! HAHA! Ah. But I'm still happy, still smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no date. I'm single. I've no date. I'm single. I've no date. I'm single. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sad luh. No girl wanna go out with me. Hmmmm.. I'm not handsome or cute enough luh. That's why. And so I stayed at home. Anyway, wasn't feeling 100% well. But I'll be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my bro who's down with fever. That gayboy must have gone to a place where there're tons of hot chicks, who sent the temperature shooting up the roof - body, dicky and atmosphere. HAHA! So he has to drink lots of water, pee (or c*m) them all out to bring down his bloody temperature. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. After recovering from that niggling thigh injury, I've already slowly regained my fitness, upper body strength &amp; sharpness, which I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. It's rare that someone's name would sound like an occasion. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys! Happy V'day to all of you! I'll show ya'll my LOVE! *hugs* xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7398362253415976352?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7398362253415976352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7398362253415976352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7398362253415976352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7398362253415976352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/02/vday.html' title='V&apos;day'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R7Rk3aCnvGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uJIgpIc4e9c/s72-c/Image033-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662851.post-1844680620319259355</id><published>2008-02-12T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:47:48.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$1 tissue paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cruel or Creative?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore youths' spoof of tissue aunty's $1 song upset netizens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY MAKE FUN OF HER HARD LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE is 48, wheelchair-bound, and sings a cheerful jingle to make a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Neo Geok Tho's signature '$1tissue song' usually inspires sympathy and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not among some Singapore youths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least five groups of them have made video clips making fun of her and the song, and put them on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The videos all feature youths making their own parodies of Madam Neo's song, a familiar tune to many Singaporeans who have seen her at various MRT stations in recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one video, three youths with bright T-shirts over their faces dance around and play the guitar while singing the familiar words: 'One dollar, one dollar... Uncle, aunty help me buy tissue paper.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spoof, a teen acting as Madam Neo says to a potential 'customer' in a tragic tone: 'Oh! $1... Give me!' before letting out a scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another clip, a group of boys in school uniform are similarly seen dancing around and laughing while singing the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clips have attracted furious responses from other netizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You guys are heartless, please be ashamed of yourselves,' went one comment by netizen GQDS on YouTube, the video-sharing website where the clips have been posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another, by the name of tanyimei, wrote: 'Fancy you people making a joke out of people who are merely being there to make a living.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRUEL MOCKERY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of Madam Neo, like housewife Tan Kok Eng, 44, thought the videos were cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They are mocking her,' she said. 'What if she were their own family member?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Madam Neo brushed off these imitators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told Lianhe Wanbao: 'I believe the teens made the videos in a moment of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm happy they can have some fun out of this. If there's a chance, I hope to be able to hear their versions.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She declined further interviews about the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Neo even came up with modified lyrics of the song for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positive response is typical of MadamNeo, who was hit by polio when she was just an infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been selling tissue paper at stations like Tampines, Bishan, Woodlands, Tiong Bahru, Jurong and Raffles Place for more than five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives with her husband, MrLim Swee Yong, 52, in a rented one-room flat in Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim is also wheelchair-bound. He was born with a spinal abnormality and has never been able to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple receive $290 a month from government agencies each month, but it's not enough to cover their living expenses. So both go out to work to support themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim earns $400 a month selling newspapers in the morning and evening in their neighbourhood, while MadamNeo earns about $10 a day from selling tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite their difficulties, the couple, who have been married for 20years and have no children, remain happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim told The New Paper in Mandarin: 'I didn't dare think I'd get married. It was a miraculous thing. I'm lucky to marry such a beautiful wife.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed us pictures of their wedding day showing them, on their wheelchairs and in their finery, performing the tea ceremony, followed by a photo session at the Singapore Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical day in Madam Neo's life starts with her friend Madam Tan, who helps them to buy groceries every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then pushes Madam Neo on her wheelchair to a nearby coffeeshop to have breakfast. Madam Neo cooks for herself and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend, a retiree, wheels Madam Neo to Tampines MRT station in the afternoon so that she can get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LONG DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sings till about 8pm every day, and gets home at 9pm if she is at a nearby station, 10pm if she is further away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Madam Tan: 'She takes note of which MRT station she goes to each day, so people won't think, 'You again, I just saw you yesterday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Neo told Lianhe Wanbao that it was actually her older sister who gave her the idea for the $1 tissue song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: 'When I started selling tissue paper, I found it difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My older sister used to sell bedding at a department store, and she told me that after she came up with a song, business was good. So she encouraged me to come up with a song too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how the $1 tissue song came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: 'It's easier to attract attention with singing. Also, I won't be so bored by myself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her job isn't easy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Madam Tan: 'Sometimes, she sings until her throat is hoarse. But to earn a living, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Also, if it rains, she cannot go out to work because she cannot carry an umbrella and go around. It's dangerous for her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Neo also told Lianhe Wanbao that sometimes, some teens would squat beside her and imitate her singing the $1 tissue song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some use their handphones to record her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maker of one of the spoof videos on YouTube, called punkd1, wrote this on his blog in response to criticism of the video: 'The crew would like to stress its stand that this video was made for entertainment purposes and it harbours no form of ill intent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'With due respect, this idea was greatly inspired by the innovative singing efforts of the elderly lady who displays an incredible amount of enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In summary, the gist of this motion was all about the song and never about mocking anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Having said all that, we do hope that with this publicity... Aunty one-dollar will see new progress in her tissue paper sales.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other spoof videos, Madam Neo prefers to let the matter rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: 'I don't pursue it because I don't want to make a scene in public. As long as they don't go too far, I let them be.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hopes for Chinese New Year are simple: Better sales. It looks like nothing can dampen her spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'(Her) song was a gift from God,' said her husband, Mr Lim. 'That's why my wife is so cheerful.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so sad, yet heartwarming. My Mom was struck with polio too, but not to Mdm Neo's extent till she is wheelchair-bound. Anyway, kids these days... Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore being a gracious society? What a joke! Slowly but surely? No way! Never! Fancy these educated motherfuckers making a mockery out of her. And it's so NOT creative, mind you! It's lame, ludicrious, malicious (somehow, subtle though), and completely ridiculous! Urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1844680620319259355?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1844680620319259355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1844680620319259355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1844680620319259355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1844680620319259355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-tissue-paper.html' title='$1 tissue paper'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-3075130799077260872</id><published>2008-02-12T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T02:53:29.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-cny</title><content type='html'>Although it's back to work for me after the long hols, I feel happy today. I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with a high school-mate. We have never really talked at all. I just know who is she; what's her name, smiled - that's all. Say, it was really nice. I am slowly but surely learning to be more humble &amp; modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with one of my aunts too - my uncle's wife to be exact. We talked about my future plans - education &amp; career. It was good. I was rather receptive, 'cause she understood my problems, my inferiority complex, my lack of confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows what my passion is, what my strengths and weaknesses are. What I really  need are supportive people who can only give encouragements &amp; constructive comments, tell me where I went wrong, help me to change for the better and accept me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, a chat with one of my distant relatives too. She's a Catholic, and we talked about our faith and my Dad's (Christianity) as well. It was then that I realized my Dad has many misunderstandings about us Catholics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom (who's a Catholic) and Dad had their differences when it came to me following either one of their faiths. (But it certainly didn't even become a minor glitch in their marriage. Not even a notion for either of them.) The questions my Dad shot at me (posed) about Catholics made me stumped, but him - being a staunch Christian himself wasn't able to answer my questions as well. Oh well. Talk about questioning one's faith. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. by the way, if you're a Christian, please don't get a Catholic boyfriend/husband okay? And vice-versa too. Conflicting views ya? But if it were to happen, make sure he's a staunch one with a good spiritual life (which is comparable to yours) yea? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are so overly-critical of me that I'm so numbed to their tactless, snide &amp; senseless remarks. And some people are unable to accept the way I am, the way I do things, my plans, my aspirations and everything, so I guess I could only say one thing - Lack of empathy? Cynical judgement? Correct me if I'm wrong. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm at an age where it's the turning point of my life. No longer living a life of a kid or a teenager, I will do my duty as a son, as a man, as one of God's children well. Say, havin' a picture of you binging, holding a fucking alcohol bottle and acting retarded isn't dope. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my detractors; I will prevail. Watch me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-3075130799077260872?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/3075130799077260872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=3075130799077260872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3075130799077260872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/3075130799077260872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-cny.html' title='post-cny'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-5400589339149675256</id><published>2008-02-10T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:49:08.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>CNY is such a bore. Other than the food and red packets collected, nothing really let me sink into any festive mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've owed some older folks a visit and I will soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how much have you collected? Mine's several hundred. Haven't counted the exact amount though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my relatives speak cantonese - coming in wishing 'gong hei fat choi!' in a merry mood. I anti-climax - giving a wry smile, shaking their hand while wishing happy new year. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wo sek teng, um sek gong. Dui um ju. Wo um ga gong hu wah lei. Sei zor lor! Wo lou dao lou mou sek teng, sek gong. Wo ho xiu xiu orh! (I understand, but don't really know how to speak. I don't really speak cantonese. Die luh! My Dad and Mom understands and know how to speak. How shameful for me!) (Pardon my spelling. HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. I was thinkin' - I'm gonna see many new photos during and after the CNY period. HAHA! I was spot-on. So many of you uploaded new photos in new CNY clothes ah! And 2 uncles talked about where they got their shirts from; and they said British India and it's linen, not cheap cotton. They turned to me, asked me about my shirt and my Mom barged in and said 'Armani Xchange. Stupid boy! Spent 200 bucks on one shirt, no use ironing, with all the creases and all.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot back: 'Mom! It's supposed to be like this. There's no need to iron it!' HAHA! How silly can my cute Mom be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's standing at 155cm, weighing 45kg. She's not fat, just bah bah. But she's still my lovable cute Mom whom I will always love &amp; respect. (: (Those who saw my Mom before will agree with me that she's cute and really nice and friendly; of course,  with utmost sincerity, unlike some other females.) (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-5400589339149675256?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/5400589339149675256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=5400589339149675256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5400589339149675256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/5400589339149675256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-1255463254261738860</id><published>2008-02-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:01:14.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the saying goes...</title><content type='html'>As the saying goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes when you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase "goodnight &amp; sleep tight."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with  all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar-based; this period was called the honey month or what was known today as honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts. So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them mind their own pints and quarts and settle down. It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the phrase inspired by this practice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In ancient England a person could not have sex unless you had consent of the King (unless you were in the Royal Family). When anyone wanted to have a baby, they got consent of the King; the King gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F.U.C.K. (Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it. Now you know where that came from.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In Scotland, a new game was invented. It was entitled Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden.... and thus the word 'GOLF' entered into the English language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder if some or all of these are true. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1255463254261738860?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1255463254261738860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1255463254261738860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1255463254261738860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1255463254261738860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-saying-goes.html' title='As the saying goes...'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7916607250180148841</id><published>2008-02-05T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:53:14.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adebayor-comprehension-made-easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://arseblog.com/columns/2008/02/03/adebayor-comprehension-made-easy/"&gt;adebayor-comprehension-made-easy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some fuckin' funny shit. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7916607250180148841?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7916607250180148841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7916607250180148841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7916607250180148841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7916607250180148841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/02/adebayor-comprehension-made-easy.html' title='adebayor-comprehension-made-easy'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-6741244731452296291</id><published>2008-01-31T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:14:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish</title><content type='html'>You can choose to pass by each day, or make a difference for the better of each day of your life. So, what constitutes a meaningful life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY - carry a light heart (having fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE THEIR DAY - serve others first and make great memories (being kind,  compassionate and helpful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE THERE - life is an amazing gift so why not be fully present for it (the glue of humanity is 'being there' [physically, mentally &amp; emotionally] for one another; so do pay attention, be polite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE YOUR ATTITUDE - you choose your attitude so choose wisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktor Frankl wrote that fulfillment comes from 3 possibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is through creativity and meaningful work; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is through relationships and love; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third is when confronted with unchangeable fate, to be able to change our attitude towards that fate - what he called turning suffering into human triumph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed what I've shared with you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-6741244731452296291?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/6741244731452296291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=6741244731452296291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6741244731452296291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6741244731452296291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/fish.html' title='Fish'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-628503037171913985</id><published>2008-01-31T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:41:31.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeney Todd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4b/Sweeneylarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4b/Sweeneylarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't wanna serve up spoilers so I'll just leave it to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and it's filled with people who are filled with shit. And the vermin of the world inhabit it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from: Sweeney Todd (Benjamin Barker) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story of the whole broadway musical-film: &lt;strong&gt;Given half a chance, humankind will think nothing of devouring its own. Even people who do very bad things long for love and connection. And, most significantly, the lust for revenge can destroy a man's soul.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only a shallow person would expect an actual melody to accompany lyrics of such nihilist significance. This is complex, important music, people! Not for simple, cheerful folks by any means.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who fail to grasp Stephen Sondheim's (who wrote the lyrics) witty brilliance should skip watching this altogether. Or say, people who have no idea on how to appreciate Burton-Depp's collaborations of quirky productions should just stick to watching tasteless movies/films with weak storylines, disastrous plots &amp; woeful acting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendation: A lil' flat &amp; a tad too gloomy. BUT - go watch it! Not for the kids, M18 anyway. 'Cause I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to understand the whole show. 3/4 of the show aren't your normal dialogues but catchy toe-tapping sing-speak. Unless your mind &amp; brain is well-tuned to grasping the whole context of it amongst the plentiful of blood (or rather red paint), skip it. Oh, anyone watched 'human meat char siew buns' (ren rou char shao bao)? Well, minus the 3-sec tits-flashing, sawing, dismembering &amp; decapitation that is. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4/5 or 8/10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had also watched 27 Dresses prior to Sweeney Todd. I thought it was a chick-flick at first and was reluctant to watch it. Well, it didn't exactly turned out that way but it was more than decent; pretty good. It has its humour and it's really sweet. Go watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're more movies which I'm gonna watch. Will update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-628503037171913985?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/628503037171913985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=628503037171913985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/628503037171913985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/628503037171913985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweeney-todd.html' title='Sweeney Todd'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-1875096889172239017</id><published>2008-01-28T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T03:38:40.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your distractions?</title><content type='html'>So, what's and/or who's your distraction(s)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start&lt;br /&gt;Process&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jeremy is a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1875096889172239017?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1875096889172239017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1875096889172239017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1875096889172239017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1875096889172239017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-your-distractions.html' title='What&apos;s your distractions?'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8574386771119378120</id><published>2008-01-25T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:34:24.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Hello Kitty!</title><content type='html'>Hello Kitty has come alive in a transformation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you - &lt;strong&gt;The new Hello Kitty!&lt;/strong&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R5lxhLCIPvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HwyVU23EsYU/s1600-h/hello+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R5lxhLCIPvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HwyVU23EsYU/s200/hello+kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159279662840954610" /&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;a href="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px;" src="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px;" src="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px;" src="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hitler &amp; his Nazis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(please click the pic to view)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R5l0AbCIPwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NIk5owrjEt0/s1600-h/hitler+peace+out.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R5l0AbCIPwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NIk5owrjEt0/s200/hitler+peace+out.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159282398735122178" /&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;a href="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px;" src="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px;" src="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px;" src="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8574386771119378120?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8574386771119378120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8574386771119378120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8574386771119378120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8574386771119378120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-hello-kitty.html' title='The new Hello Kitty!'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6VGjQzmP6U/R5lxhLCIPvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HwyVU23EsYU/s72-c/hello+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662851.post-2865869040021139166</id><published>2008-01-23T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:48:29.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ST, SPH</title><content type='html'>I remembered mentioning in my blog that my sup at ST, Rani is a very, very, very nice person. She's one of the nicest person I've ever met. She's 50+ by the way. She's my superior, but things which I don't know and asked her for help, she'll render without a fuss. She talks and jokes with me &amp; everyone, talks about SOCCER too! LOL! She's so, so friendly and helps everyone; even those who are not in her team. She gives us treats and made the effort to cook for us too. And her food is delicious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She treats everyone of us like her own children; okay, close to. Even when we're in the wrong, she will talk nicely to us and yes, we'll listen and try not to repeat the same mistakes again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesh, Becky, Jen and Joce can vouch for that. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back in SPH. There's this old man who is really harmless (quoted zq). He is really very kind and very friendly, and will guide you in stuff which you are new to. He's called Uncle Michael by the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of work, I seemed very quiet, cold and distanced myself from others. He made me integrate with others, talked to me like a friend and all. I was wondering what is a 70 year old man mixing around with us young adults. But that only meant one thing - he is young at heart. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes you feel welcomed and jokes around with you. He has warned us about a particular ol' bitch in my office named Doreen. Bitching about others and I guess backstabbing &amp; being hypocritical is her forte huh?! Wonder if she's intimidated by me 'cause I always give her the what-you-looking-at face and the after-you-talk-finish-please-fuck-off face. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zq, Jacq and px can vouch for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be surprised if she talks behind my back luh. I could say work in SPH was generally a slack. I wondered why, 'cause everyone was practically doing much more work than me and I was made to sit there to play my FM, chat, surf forums, surf the net, watch youtube &amp; crunchyroll videos/movies - at my own discreet. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course I had work to do. Excel files with more than 100,000 pieces of shit I had to do. And it certainly brushed up my Excel skills needed for work in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, those people (my colleagues) in the 2 working environments are a pretty good bunch, as a person and as a colleague &amp; friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I'll post something about politics, or something about S'pore - something which came up in the news recently. Watch this space. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-2865869040021139166?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/2865869040021139166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=2865869040021139166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2865869040021139166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/2865869040021139166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/st-sph.html' title='ST, SPH'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7167641198566635681</id><published>2008-01-22T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:08:35.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plan and fall</title><content type='html'>This is what I plan to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I secure a day-time job, I will have about $2000 per month as a result of working my balls off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna save about $1500 per month for my expenses when I'm studying for my degree in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can spend as little as about $300 per month; inclusive of transport and food &amp; a lil' entertainment. The other $200+ will be for my parents &amp; grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have paid for my education for 12 fucking years, even though I've started working ever since I was 14. You can say I haven't been sitting there for the whole fucking 21 years of my life burying myself in books (a bloody excuse) and not sparing a thought for my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that women are more likely to abandon (in whatever atrocious ways) their parents once success gets into their head? I'm still observing all of you. If I know you're one of them, please kill yourself and stop wasting the Earth's natural resources. Thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and what fucking love are you falling into? Obsession! You can disregard everyone just for your so-called love? So mentally &amp; emotionally, you think you will die without that person. Physically? That's impossible. Don't worry, you won't die. Don't be a drama-mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping you by their side like a pet dog, 24/7 seeing each other... Get a fucking life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies, lies, and more lies. You even lied to people who trusted you the most. A whole load of bullcrap we had to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something - those motherfuckers who are all about God; God this, God that, they wear God on their lips - are really serial liars without any conscience. They lie about almost every fucking shit, to everyone and also, to themselves. Fucking immature idiots with characters that stink BIG time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't a stereotypical view, or a sweeping statement. I've seen my fair share; more than enough 'live examples'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's lips of deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly disgusted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down holding my (sweet) popcorn and waiting to see you fall into despair. You can say goodbye to your bright future. A sick cycle carousel. Trust me on that. No, I'm not being mean or evil. I just want you to learn a lesson the hard way; a lesson you will never forget. Rest assured, I'll still be there for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell. Mark my words. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7167641198566635681?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7167641198566635681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7167641198566635681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7167641198566635681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7167641198566635681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/plan-and-fall.html' title='plan and fall'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8552849720066253140</id><published>2008-01-19T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:36:42.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG news</title><content type='html'>BIG news! The people in my office thinks I'm gay! &lt;br /&gt;LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I do not have a girlfriend and I'm exempted due to respiratory (breathing) problems. Sheesh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I insisted that I AM straight! I AM normal. I ain't got a snatch, baby! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. say, I'm pretty satisfied with life now. I'm gonna be very hardworking, and Joce knows I'm gonna work my balls off. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked 'Are you a cheerful person? You seem so.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied along these lines: 'why should I be so emotional, pen melancholic poems &amp; entries and view the world in a gloom? And when my whole world comes crashing down, I fall into the abyss.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be the only one left standing? And be there for others; to bring a smile to their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can be pretty skeptical when people are feeling so emo and all. Why? 'Cause I tend to bring in scientific explanations into the psychological and mental causes of emotional downcasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me. But I used to have this 'Me against the world' perception. But not anymore. No more young angsty lil' Jeremy. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffer huge blows one after another inflicted upon me, I pick myself up and soldier on in life. No melodrama, just plain reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out on the streets holding my $260+ worth of apparels. And then I saw a man who lost both his hands. (Somehow, I felt a huge sense of guilt.) It was gut-wrenching. He couldn't work even if he wants to. He can only beg on the streets. As we dropped the money into the box he's holding onto with his amputated arms, tears swelled up in his eyes. I felt a sense of anguish, and guilt that I couldn't help him more than that. It was a really sad &amp; painful sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not the only one alone. I see so many of them all around. I hope the authorities won't chase away those buskers &amp; beggars who are genuine cases. I made a vow to myself; that when I'm rich, I will help those sick, needy, disabled and elderly in whichever way I could - be it monetary donations or offering voluntary help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And you look at the ministers' salary. There isn't any empathy &amp; sympathy from most of them.  Yes, some may donate - but not because they sincerely wanna help them. It is to put them in good light; to garner support. And all you pro-PAP dumbfucks will be so gullible to be deceived by them, by voting for them. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a 92 year old Grandma at home &amp; both my parents are handicapped, and when I was young, I used to interact with wheelchair-bound people; mainly disabled people, so I understand such situations better than most people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. I make an appeal to everyone. Stop and give. Warm their hearts and give them hope. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8552849720066253140?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8552849720066253140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8552849720066253140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8552849720066253140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8552849720066253140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-news.html' title='BIG news'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-676431817097768967</id><published>2008-01-15T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:46:24.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That shows that I'm straight and definitely not gay. HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-676431817097768967?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/676431817097768967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=676431817097768967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/676431817097768967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/676431817097768967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-shows-that-im-straight-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-6775381584562851139</id><published>2008-01-15T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:40:41.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leah Dizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Leah Dizon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats: &lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'6" (168cm) &lt;br /&gt;Weight: 110 lbs (50kg) &lt;br /&gt;Measurements: 34B-25-36 &lt;br /&gt;Hair: Brown &lt;br /&gt;Eyes: Hazel &lt;br /&gt;Dress: 4 &lt;br /&gt;Shoe: 6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puurrrfect! A true babe! Nose bleed! xD &lt;br /&gt;She has usurped Fiona Xie. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;Okay bros, enjoy -&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ogrishforum.com/images/smilies/WANK.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20px;" src="http://www.ogrishforum.com/images/smilies/WANK.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/tamagoo/fun/inlovee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/tamagoo/fun/inlovee.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/tamagoo/fun/inlovee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/tamagoo/fun/inlovee.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/tamagoo/fun/inlovee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/tamagoo/fun/inlovee.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgforums.com/images/smiles/icon_redface.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/gordon008/0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/gordon008/el070720825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/gordon008/el070720825.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-6775381584562851139?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/6775381584562851139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=6775381584562851139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6775381584562851139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6775381584562851139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/leah-dizon.html' title='Leah Dizon'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-6695928017085539424</id><published>2008-01-13T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:13:42.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ball, cats &amp; dog</title><content type='html'>It's been more than 2 months since I last kicked a ball. Hmmm.. So my stats is 170cm, 60-62kg. Acceptable weight. Didn't gain weight. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today morning, I went to Jurong East to play. Dammit! Sorely lack match fitness. But overall performance still not bad. Did rather well defensively but my passing (which is my forte) was a letdown. Attacking-wise a lil' disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long; wanted to get a pair of Armani white jeans. 300 bucks. Dammit! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, I saw 2 pussies. Ahem! I mean real cats, don't imagine things. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute. They look like twins. And so I pet them and they kept meowing and rubbing their furry bodies against me. Rabah rabah seh! Jangan lah! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I walked on and saw a miniature dog. It's a poodle-spaniel mix. Smaller than a cat. It went up to me and licked my hand while I'm petting it. And the owner - a cute girl around my age while replying questions I asked regarding her dog, was suddenly gettin' all seemingly excited for no rhyme or reason, giggling and wearing a BIG, WIDE smile bigger than Poisedon. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seen a guy who loves animals (and kids) is it? HAHA! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not a matter of pussies vs. bitches. 'Cause (in their other form) both can drive men crazy! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Preparing myself for a barrage of anti-men insults.* HAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-6695928017085539424?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/6695928017085539424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=6695928017085539424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6695928017085539424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/6695928017085539424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/ball-cats-dog.html' title='ball, cats &amp; dog'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8368274609589274825</id><published>2008-01-12T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:34:18.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connie Talbot</title><content type='html'>(As of Becky's blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.connietalbot.com/"&gt;http://www.connietalbot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 6 years old (7 this year).&lt;br /&gt;She is brilliant! Amazing! She had me agape in awe!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely lil' angel. Very sweet, cute and pretty with a totally amazing voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, I have to agree with Becky that she may well put many adults to shame.&lt;br /&gt;And those contestants who make a fool of themselves in contests, talent shows, TV auditions are really wasting everybody's time. They are so NOT entertaining and certainly a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lil' angel is a true talent. *applause* xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8368274609589274825?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8368274609589274825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8368274609589274825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8368274609589274825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8368274609589274825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/connie-talbot.html' title='Connie Talbot'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-7267465932041809539</id><published>2008-01-11T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:26:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>country music</title><content type='html'>As you guys know, I'm pretty receptive to different genres of music. So I'm (more) into country music now. Something more soothing instead of all the headbanging. Hmmm.. those young adults who are in their 20s; 20, 21, 22.. should have listened to these kinda music before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sure about the younger kids and teenagers who are sooo '&lt;em&gt;emo-sappy&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; ungraciously, tasteless &lt;em&gt;cheena-nised&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;techno-nised&lt;/em&gt;.' And then they hit the clubs, get exposed to r&amp;amp;b (rhythm &amp;amp; blues), hip-hop and think - hey! I'm so cool! I'm so hip! I'm so influential! and create the all-new alter ego when they party/club. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying r&amp;amp;b &lt;em&gt;ain't&lt;/em&gt; (a common overly-used word not found within the context of standard English) good music, just that I see so many clubbing girls discarding their true identities, gettin' promiscuous, binged way too much, lit up their smokes and think it's oh-so-cool. What a great lifestyle! LOL! (But that's their life, and I have no right to have any say or whatsoever.) As a matter of fact, it's a major turn-off for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmm.. &lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm past that phase &amp;amp; gettin' old already luh! HAHA!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, my Dad grew up listening to country music and various Rock n' Roll, Retro, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One song which I really like is John Denver's 'Take me home, Country Roads.' The first time I listened to it was when I was 5. And I do like the Carpenters too. I'll be putting up different kind of songs from time-to-time (don't worry, nothing hardcore), so if you think my taste in music sucks &amp;amp; decide to give me some stick via your online persona (you may be my harshest critic, usual detractor or simply an angsty nemesis oblivious to me), make sure it's coherent, justifiable and substantiated. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=-eaaR1Ay5P0"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=-eaaR1Ay5P0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! Even though I've never been to West Virginia before (but I would love to), you can get pretty nostalgic and how wonderful it would be to live in the country side. Beautiful landscapes. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-7267465932041809539?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/7267465932041809539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=7267465932041809539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7267465932041809539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/7267465932041809539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/country-music.html' title='country music'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8235919405144775296</id><published>2008-01-10T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:28:00.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans</title><content type='html'>This is what I'm gonna plan to do. Not in order of importance/priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm gonna take my license. Not gonna procrastinate and be lazy anymore. Finish up my final theory &amp;amp; practical. Get a car from my uncle/cousin. HAHA. Drive my family and friends around, yet I'm gonna be environmentally-friendly &amp;amp; cost-saving by often taking public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm gonna learn a new language. Maybe Jap, Spanish or French, on top of brushing up my deteriorating standard of English, pathetic Mandarin, and Hokkien, Teochew and Cantonese. Would wanna pick up Hainanese &amp;amp; Hakka from my Grandma, so I can communicate with the elderly and help 'em in whichever way I can. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My 21st birthday will either gonna be a blast of a party (no, not an extravaganza) or a low-key affair filled with warmth and cosiness, regardless of the number of people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love is secondary; I'm scared, very scared. I've got phobias of the female species; maybe that will explain my gay tendencies. HAHAHA! =P Well, basically, she must be able to accept me for who I am. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Time to hit the gym LUH! Got the basis so I just need to eat more yet watch my diet and tone up to become a lean, mean machine! 170, 62. Acceptable weight okay! =D What's yours? 34-26-34? I think that's a rather decent vital stats. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get on with my education. Get my degree -&lt;br /&gt;BA in Communication, English Language, Media Management, Media Design, Mass Comm, Sociology. Still pondering over which one to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, if you're taking life sciences, don't bother unless you get the chance for an overseas stint. If not, fresh graduates like you will lack experience and the companies are only looking for professors, not greenhorns. 3 years ago, the government said life sciences market will boom, until now, it is still at an infant stage. And mark my words, the market will only boom in 4-5 years' time. Meanwhile, researchers &amp;amp; developers are in hot demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT - the market is too saturated and you must constantly upgrade your skills or they'll become obsolete. So good luck to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering - Local engineers are severely underpaid &amp;amp; overworked. BUT - if you're thinking of MIGRATING to Aussie, your pay may be about S$6000 (converted). That's because they're in demand over there, while the market for engineers in the local market is far too saturated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law - Too many new young lawyers who only handle small tribunal cases, unless you can make it big time, don't bother 'cause by that time, you're already 40+, 50+. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourism Management - Will always be in demand unless making S'pore a tourism hub fails and all the 'foreign-talents', expatriates, tourists can't wait to leave. Dependant on IR. If the whole general 'customer service' thing is your forte, you will enjoy it. But it takes lots of hard work and most of all recognition to be able to climb up the (small) ladder. Progress may be stuttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IR - 2 years later. We'll see. But trust me, if your aim is to be working in the casinos even though you're equipped with the basic skills, they may NOT recognize your qualifications. You would be better off working in cruises, at least the basic pay is above 2.5K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Attend church regularly. Look, I'm not someone who opens my mouth and keeps talking about God, God, God. God is this, God is that, God will watch over me, God will forgive my sins, God is number 1. That means, I admit I'm not a staunch Catholic yet I try to toe the line of God's rules, and try my best to repent. I say f*ck you to both females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abomination - you know what's that? Hmmmm.. meanwhile, say.. Every Sunday you go to church, yet once you leave, you return to your ol' ways and repeat the same ol' shit while making confessions, asking &amp;amp; praying for forgiveness and all. Please don't be a laughing stock. Do you really know what Christianity and Catholicism is all about? (Bar fundamentalist Catholics/Christians) Bloody hypocrites! Go be an (imbecilic, blasphemous) atheist! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. One last AX or Armani Jeans apparel, and maybe a PSP, PS3 and a lappy. For half-yearly &amp;amp; yearly changes of my cellphone, I can't help it. Whatever new and attractive techno gadgets which I can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have some changes in my character. Not to be too arrogant, nonchalant, lazy and... emotional? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but not least;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore.&lt;br /&gt;She loves salting my wounds, yes, she enjoys nothing more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's a blantant lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are on the end of an inhumane reception:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will NOT allow the people who shattered me to see what they'd done. In fact, if they can hurt me like this, it shows they don't give a damn about me. Then why should I ruin my life over people whom I shouldn't care about? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A v&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e - resurrected by certain supernatural means &amp;amp; endowed with super natural abilities &amp;amp; limitations. When you have died emotionally &amp;amp; returned alive, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and in fact, you are a vampire. I AM a v&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than APATHY. Oh, but who cares?! HAHA! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8235919405144775296?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8235919405144775296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8235919405144775296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8235919405144775296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8235919405144775296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-what-im-gonna-plan-to-do.html' title='plans'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8510078706308078428</id><published>2008-01-09T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:01:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the killer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Okay, picture this documentary film scene. I'm not a narrator, neither am I a raconteur, and it's really difficult to describe every single vivid detail. So do pardon me. I'm using layman English so there you have it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The crime scene:&lt;/strong&gt; The carcass of a gazalle fawn has been found among the tall shrubs on the vast grassland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forensic evidence is gathered, forensic investigation is taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The BIG question: Who's the killer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The usual suspects&lt;/em&gt; - The Big Cats; cheetah (the gazelle's worst foe), leopard. A jackal and a hyena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The crime happening:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot pursuit is taking place, with the cheetah cub (almost reaching adulthood) chasing its prey; the gazelle fawn (half of the cheetah's size). It succeeded in bringing down its prey by griping its neck &amp;amp; suffocating it. The injured gazelle laid down on the ground. But we do not know whether it had died as a result of it. It may or may not have escaped (at that point of time), though it still ended up dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jackal trods along, witnessed the whole fast &amp;amp; furious chase and is hoping for a free, quick and easy lunch without wasting an ounce of effort. Yet it is being chased away by the cheetah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pack of hyenas howls and taunts the cheetah. The cheetah, obviously getting annoyed chases away the hyenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened to the leopard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheetah returned to the fawn which is lying on the ground. But karma dealt him a blow, with it in turn being chased away by the gazelle's best friend - the baboon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have in mind that all these predators may come back for the fawn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who killed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Analysis:&lt;/strong&gt; The young cheetah may NOT necessarily devour its prey. A gazelle's best buddy - the baboon; who often comes to the rescue of the gazelle chases its predators (the big cats) away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my knowledge:&lt;br /&gt;Consider this;&lt;br /&gt;Big cats slice off the flesh of its prey by using its back teeth located at its lower jaw. It doesn't tear off the flesh, unlike the jackal and bites &amp;amp; chomps at the flesh like a hyena. That explains its face turning red not because it's shy but the blood of its meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackals and hyenas are scavengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leopards are solitary nocturnal hunters. Once they get their prey, they carry it up into the tree to enjoy their meal. Though a leopard is bigger than a cheetah, it doesn't have much courage and would often scavenge rather than hunt for its own prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baboons are omnivorous, very much like humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence gathered - bite marks, hair, DNA, how flesh is stripped off. We crossed off all the big cats, the hyenas and the jackal after the various tests were done. But there is one final test to reveal the killer's identity - fingerprints; using super glue vapour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now the answer's pretty obvious right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, isn't it? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A best friend can betray the trust you have in him. Your best ally (allies) can turn out to be the one who kills you - mentally, psychologically, emotionally and/or physically and may be the cause of your downfall. Does hypocrisy sound familiar to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8510078706308078428?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8510078706308078428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8510078706308078428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8510078706308078428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8510078706308078428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/whos-killer.html' title='Who&apos;s the killer?'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-4496579716645107198</id><published>2008-01-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:38:50.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>higher edu</title><content type='html'>I went to BrightSparks to check out some scholarship shit. And for higher education, these are the (Singapore &amp; private) schools which are certainly recognised in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informatics&lt;br /&gt;NTU - Nanyang Technological University &lt;br /&gt;SMU - Singapore Management University&lt;br /&gt;NTU - National University of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;SIM - Singapore Institute of Management&lt;br /&gt;UNSW - University of New South Wales&lt;br /&gt;APMI - Asia Pacific Management Institute&lt;br /&gt;MDIS - Management Development Institute of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... I'm pondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-4496579716645107198?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/4496579716645107198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=4496579716645107198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4496579716645107198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/4496579716645107198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/higher-edu.html' title='higher edu'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-450945650983516988</id><published>2008-01-04T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:49:58.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disgraceful</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! I wonder how many cocks is she gonna suck and fuck? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cheap whore! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgraceful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-450945650983516988?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/450945650983516988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=450945650983516988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/450945650983516988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/450945650983516988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/disgraceful.html' title='disgraceful'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-8629506124536415475</id><published>2008-01-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:52:06.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Modern Woman Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I want to let all of you; young and old to read this. Especially the WOMEN.  (Please do, just 10 min of your time wouldn't kill, yea?) This is not written by me but by a 15 year old girl. Very well-written! Very meaningful and very touching. Bravo! &lt;br /&gt;*I'll give credit where it's due. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and then take time out to reflect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*What the Modern Woman Wants* &lt;br /&gt;*By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seatbelt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance' 'Liquidation' 'Assets' 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation. 'I can't DEAL with this anymore' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important. Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten. 'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed That her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend. 'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks.' The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side. 'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense. The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man. Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is not true - she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault. The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes. She bowed once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years.When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son. Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu; old-fashioned. She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that she could find happiness with much less. When her daughter leave the earth, everything she had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions. The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: that her daughter to be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there - down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life. Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty soulless shell at the altar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady watched her joss tick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness. They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road . Once we move in to our apartment we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves... The old woman nodded knowingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out- but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang- it's a Christian home, a very nice one.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. 'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself. This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers trace the white seat. 'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is everything okay?' What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's for you, Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda. 'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; Money, Status, Career, Love,Power and now, Freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down... Yes, she was free. Her phone buzzed urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10% increase!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her... And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her cellphone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-8629506124536415475?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/8629506124536415475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=8629506124536415475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8629506124536415475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/8629506124536415475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-modern-woman-wants.html' title='What the Modern Woman Wants'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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-7662851.post-1239650361100519409</id><published>2008-01-01T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:21:49.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008, EVERYONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! Yippee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let bygones be bygones. Live and let live. Let us all bury the hatchet. Let's all forget about the bad times of 2007 and remember the good times of 2007! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all welcome 2008! I can predict it'll be an AWESOME year for all of us! Especially me, me, me! TWENTY-ONE! HAHAHA! =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's your new year resolution? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy your hols. Good luck to those going back to school (be it primary, secondary, poly, jc, private, uni, overseas uni students). Study hard. ( Especially you. I know you won't screw up your As, and you better not. [: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662851-1239650361100519409?l=unigeniture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/feeds/1239650361100519409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7662851&amp;postID=1239650361100519409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1239650361100519409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662851/posts/default/1239650361100519409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unigeniture.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008!'/><author><name>jer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08460975953036447476</uri><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>
