<?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-19242968</id><updated>2012-02-01T00:00:46.426+08:00</updated><category term='Btw'/><category term='massage place so dark that It looked sleazy from outside. Heh...'/><title type='text'>Confessions of T (H) (B)</title><subtitle type='html'>I seriously swear I'm up to no good.. I seriously swear I'm trying to be good.. I seriously swear I'm nothing but good..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>761</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7452669958423266029</id><published>2012-01-29T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:51:25.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused and Contradicting</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the ability to make people happy but why do these people feel the need to make jokes out of me when they felt better? I will no longer be friendly and crack jokes with these unappreciative people. I am not a punching bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried so hard but I lost it all in the end. Thought leaving will make someone come back for me but it didn't happen. Guess I wasn't important enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the verge of declaring I am not writing anymore. Then I don't feel like doing that after I start writing again. Sorry THB haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run my weight did not go down. I felt slimer but the weighing scales disagreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt good during and after my usual runs but I am not satisfied with my performance. My timing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my job but dread going to office. Love my colleagues but I still dread heading to office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need my job to sustain my lifestyle but I still dread getting out of bed and prepare for work even though I enjoy what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the parties I used to attend but I don't miss the people at these parties. The people make the parties so I actually miss the superficial world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome compliments but I don't enjoy having too much attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate my current place because my room is next to the corridor and the buses huffed every few minutes but I have to stay put. Too pampered in the past for my own good. Yes, I am The Heartland Bitch now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is saving the cents but spending the dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy sex but I'll rather not do it with strangers or without any romancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants and misses the romance but rejected it anyway. Don't think I am ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I do sound confused and contradicting don't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7452669958423266029?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7452669958423266029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7452669958423266029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7452669958423266029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7452669958423266029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/confused-and-contradicting.html' title='Confused and Contradicting'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1958055773821209466</id><published>2012-01-26T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:25:07.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll 27 Evaluation: Getting Laid Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POiYUNzzW2g/TyFSisV33jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/flmZewECfC8/s1600/Poll+27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POiYUNzzW2g/TyFSisV33jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/flmZewECfC8/s320/Poll+27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;I hope you realized I was not referring to mysef because I stated my resolutions clearly a few posts before. It is YOU that this poll is for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;The choice that garnered the most votes, 29 percent, is the getting laid resolution. Well well, why am I not surprised? Many horny people reading here that wants it but not necessary getting it. Get out there and mingle with people my dear. Knowing more people widens your circle and could possibly increase your chances! You may get lucky hitting on people behind the computer screen but &lt;b&gt;nothing beats physical presence&lt;/b&gt;. People in the virtual world are not real and more than often resulted in disappointment. If you still can't get laid, get yourself a toy or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;The second highest is losing weight. There are no quick fixes in losing weight. The faster you lose, the faster it comes back. Get your butt out there and start slow. Start walking if you don't want anything too intensive. If you have a smart phone, you may want to download Endomondo or Run Keeper app.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Less than a year ago, I started running again. Running is like sex. &lt;b&gt;The more you do, the more you like it and you feel good at the end.&lt;/b&gt; From breathless after one kilometre to completing several 10 kilometres run. My average per session is 6 kilometres now. I am damn proud of myself even when I did not lose much weight. My tailor had to trim two inches from the waist for my cheongsam. Damn I felt good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Next is making more money. Work harder? If you are working part time, put in more hours. If you can claim overtime, work later, go home later. If you are hoding a permanent job, get a promotion. Alternatively, buy Toto, 4D and Big Sweep. &lt;b&gt;Lady luck may smile at you on that lucky day.&lt;/b&gt; I am not encouraging the casino because one may get carried away while in there. If you have a sure make money way, kindly inform me. I am sure many people will be keen to know too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Other seemingly high votes choices are having no resolutions (you lazy bump), getting a life (yes if you can buy one), and travelling more. Travelling somehow enriches a part of your life, oh and charity too. Go book that cheap flight or sign up for some charity events. You can invite me along if you need a companion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;To the two that wanted to get married, I will not pour cold water just because mine failed. I wish you the best and please be very sure of your other half, make sure you have money in your bank account and keep your own money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;So many resolutions, so little time. Aim to achieve the important one and the rest can wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1958055773821209466?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1958055773821209466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1958055773821209466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1958055773821209466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1958055773821209466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/poll-27-evaluation-getting-laid.html' title='Poll 27 Evaluation: Getting Laid Resolution'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POiYUNzzW2g/TyFSisV33jI/AAAAAAAAFBU/flmZewECfC8/s72-c/Poll+27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-5365972991495078074</id><published>2012-01-23T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:53:12.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cum Filled Gold Painted Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;The water dragon is in love with me and I am serious. As if putting me in bed and under shelter these few days is not enough, the day I decided to go out to offer my prayers on the first day of the lunar month, he cummed on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Before going into the temple, it was still sunny. Hence I queued up like the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9lRYSODS1E/Tx0c3IpmU8I/AAAAAAAAFAk/0tdC-EWVBVM/s1600/IMG_2773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9lRYSODS1E/Tx0c3IpmU8I/AAAAAAAAFAk/0tdC-EWVBVM/s320/IMG_2773.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lighting up my joss sticks before going in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_97wRF_fhk/Tx0daaUbMGI/AAAAAAAAFAs/4bsdh4MxNoA/s1600/IMG_2772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_97wRF_fhk/Tx0daaUbMGI/AAAAAAAAFAs/4bsdh4MxNoA/s320/IMG_2772.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it started pouring and my joss sticks was drenched like me too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Prr8DMfkf7M/Tx0dbbZy8EI/AAAAAAAAFA0/i-3ilhSQi34/s1600/IMG_2774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Prr8DMfkf7M/Tx0dbbZy8EI/AAAAAAAAFA0/i-3ilhSQi34/s320/IMG_2774.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;The other peope drenched in dragon cum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWKz9F1YP3U/Tx0dcRiFyyI/AAAAAAAAFA8/FYUEfTPZo1s/s1600/IMG_2775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWKz9F1YP3U/Tx0dcRiFyyI/AAAAAAAAFA8/FYUEfTPZo1s/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gold paint courtesy of the joss sticks paint plus dragon cum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4_Odf6THDY/Tx0ddREevWI/AAAAAAAAFBE/67t04FsU2SQ/s1600/IMG_2776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4_Odf6THDY/Tx0ddREevWI/AAAAAAAAFBE/67t04FsU2SQ/s320/IMG_2776.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everything I touch turn into gold. My bag, my dress, my wallet and my face. Does that mean I will have money in my hands in the cumming dragon year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPXs1AEgfZk/Tx0deUh5ezI/AAAAAAAAFBM/v3dkajEZJiM/s1600/IMG_2777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPXs1AEgfZk/Tx0deUh5ezI/AAAAAAAAFBM/v3dkajEZJiM/s320/IMG_2777.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Now who wanna touch my cum filled gold painted hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy Water Dragon Year ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-5365972991495078074?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5365972991495078074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=5365972991495078074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5365972991495078074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5365972991495078074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-cum-filled-gold-painted-hands.html' title='My Cum Filled Gold Painted Hands'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9lRYSODS1E/Tx0c3IpmU8I/AAAAAAAAFAk/0tdC-EWVBVM/s72-c/IMG_2773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2713273440687739981</id><published>2012-01-20T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:09:33.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Single Again</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I received the news that my application for annulment of marriage has been approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially single again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got what I wanted and I should be happy, but I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New place. New lunar year. Reverse of marital status. Starting afresh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2713273440687739981?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2713273440687739981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2713273440687739981&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2713273440687739981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2713273440687739981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/officially-single-again.html' title='Officially Single Again'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-3585584640720486317</id><published>2012-01-15T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:56:57.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless Men Diaries: When I Start Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Not that long ago, I packed my stuff and moved out from my marital home. Packing my stuff before the lunar new year and shifting to a new place reminded me of pretty much everything that day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;When I made a fuss and start packing my things, you should put my stuff back into it's original place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;When I messed up my clothes and start putting them in my luggage, you should have taken them out and put them back in the wardrobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;When I grabbed my toiletries, you should have grabbed my bag and hid it somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;When I cried you should have grabbed me and hug me tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;When I made my way to the door, you should have thrown my keys away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;When I hailed for the cab, you should have taken the chance to grab my stuff and ran away, not offer me a lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;When I started packing, I didn't really want to leave. You shouldn't have let me go so easily...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uQtuseAVMwI/TxKH6BmobnI/AAAAAAAAFAc/s8QGJV4nKYI/s640/blogger-image--1599026732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uQtuseAVMwI/TxKH6BmobnI/AAAAAAAAFAc/s8QGJV4nKYI/s640/blogger-image--1599026732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-3585584640720486317?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3585584640720486317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=3585584640720486317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3585584640720486317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3585584640720486317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/clueless-men-diaries-when-i-start.html' title='Clueless Men Diaries: When I Start Packing'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uQtuseAVMwI/TxKH6BmobnI/AAAAAAAAFAc/s8QGJV4nKYI/s72-c/blogger-image--1599026732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-601506169453281475</id><published>2012-01-11T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:20:34.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Two birthdays ago, I had a very good job, a very good boss and a very expensive birthday present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;For some reason the watch stopped working after a few months from wearing it. It remained in its box for more than a year until I took it out and sent it for a battery change. Battery change was what I thought it needed until I received a call from its boutique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"We did a check and found that the oil in the watch had dried up and it is not a battery problem. With servicing and polishing will cost about &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;$800.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; If you don't want the polishing it will cost about $600. You have to send it for servicing every four to five years." said the staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"(*&amp;amp;^%$#@!@#$^&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;^%$#). I have not worn it for more than a year and it is only two years old," I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"Or do you have the warranty? You can bring it down. I will wait for you and get your signature before I send it for repair," she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I came home and search frantically for the warranty. It was only moments ago that I realized how the certificate looked like and I am one day late in sending it to the boutique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Folks, I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;one day late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in sending my watch for repair. One day. Shall I be a bitch to get what I want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;A one for one exchange perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QrfGEvzE__o/Tw2owBW72xI/AAAAAAAAFAU/1H267hrv0xI/s640/blogger-image--1509951639.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QrfGEvzE__o/Tw2owBW72xI/AAAAAAAAFAU/1H267hrv0xI/s640/blogger-image--1509951639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-601506169453281475?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/601506169453281475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=601506169453281475&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/601506169453281475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/601506169453281475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-day-late.html' title='One Day Late'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QrfGEvzE__o/Tw2owBW72xI/AAAAAAAAFAU/1H267hrv0xI/s72-c/blogger-image--1509951639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2046033078242280158</id><published>2012-01-08T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:33:23.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless THB: Happy Birthday?</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday, my soon to be ex hubby was the first to send me a text to wish me Happy Birthday. He was the first to post on my personal Facebook account and he got me a birthday present from Tiffany &amp; Co. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean? Maybe I am still important and my birthday is hard to miss since it is so close to the festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not think much if it is just a pendant and chain but it is a heart shaped pendant... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the gift imply? He still love me or maybe it just happen to be an affordable presentable gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I am clueless. It is only my birthday? What the hell am I expecting?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I had to say and wanted to do is all hidden deep inside. Thank you  was probably the best words and a hug was the most appropriate action. Nvm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me and thank you for all the well wishes on Facebook   dearies.  &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-om-hVBfCjfY/Twm5QPUEBfI/AAAAAAAAFAM/BVJL4zuYpwY/s640/blogger-image-1108922982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-om-hVBfCjfY/Twm5QPUEBfI/AAAAAAAAFAM/BVJL4zuYpwY/s640/blogger-image-1108922982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2046033078242280158?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2046033078242280158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2046033078242280158&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2046033078242280158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2046033078242280158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/clueless-thb-heart-shaped-pendant.html' title='Clueless THB: Happy Birthday?'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-om-hVBfCjfY/Twm5QPUEBfI/AAAAAAAAFAM/BVJL4zuYpwY/s72-c/blogger-image-1108922982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-5790401703359478137</id><published>2012-01-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:31:26.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong Diaries: Hong Kong anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last month, I visited 东方之珠 (pronounced as Dong Fang Zhi Zhu), Pearl of the Orient or better known as Hong Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you ask me what my impression of Hong Kong is, I would say it is a &lt;b&gt;Chinese version of Singapore. &lt;/b&gt;Financially competitive, expensive homes, good infrastructure, limited land and full of "foreign talents". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My first visit to Hong Kong three years ago was brief. This time, I had a friend to bring me around and colleagues from the Hong Kong office to meet for dinners. I did not know what I was missing until I explored more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The first day was spent in Mongkok getting a haircut and eating streetside food. Dinner was with my colleagues from the Hong Kong office. Two hours to the dinner I already have a headache. Lack of sleep, not used to the weather and the &lt;b&gt;bullet speed Cantonese conversations.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fast forward to the next morning, since my hotel was near Mongkok, we had our breakfast in that area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16e-mvYRdz8/TwWmjnXnjxI/AAAAAAAAE-A/rVYbAK9tgL4/s1600/DSCN1204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16e-mvYRdz8/TwWmjnXnjxI/AAAAAAAAE-A/rVYbAK9tgL4/s320/DSCN1204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The dish on top taste like our butterfly, the bowl on the left is warm soya milk and the bowl on the right is my pig blood cube porridge. Two words, YUM YUM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have no idea why my milk comes in a bowl but then again, we Chinese do drink from bowls and I had no qualms slurping it to the last drop. As for the porridge, pig blood cube is not yucky. It is yummy. &lt;b&gt;What was  banned in Singapore years ago and easily found on the streets in Hong Kong is a delicacy to me now. &lt;/b&gt;Imagine sitting by the roadside in the cold having hot porridge and drinking soya milk. Wooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Next, we took the MTR to Tung Chung and bought bus tickets at HKD $37 each valid for a day which will bring us up to the outlaying islands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeXOVE-czS4/TwWsd5y7kzI/AAAAAAAAE-M/Ls87w0qzszM/s1600/DSCN1208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeXOVE-czS4/TwWsd5y7kzI/AAAAAAAAE-M/Ls87w0qzszM/s320/DSCN1208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently we can make as many trips as we want but we have limited time. Do not be afraid and put off by the snaking queue because it is fast moving. The cable car will be faster and of course cost us much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The moment we stepped out of the bus, we went for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S074icb4lpY/TwWvRGox9HI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/GOsmsekRmuM/s1600/Dec+7-+Snack.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S074icb4lpY/TwWvRGox9HI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/GOsmsekRmuM/s320/Dec+7-+Snack.jpeg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;warm malt soya milk, black seasame paste and beancurd. Greedy girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Malt soya milk in a bottle up in the mountain is another different feeling altogether. The black sesame is not like the thick paste we have here. It is a tat more watery while the beancurd is served with ginger tea and you put yellow sugar in it. Nice but I prefer it without the sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmnDYOg1kVs/TwW-OSA9RDI/AAAAAAAAFAE/2yOwiUjGtlc/s1600/DSCN1223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmnDYOg1kVs/TwW-OSA9RDI/AAAAAAAAFAE/2yOwiUjGtlc/s320/DSCN1223.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTnq6bB5ENU/TwWw-SVQ4yI/AAAAAAAAE-k/-NU8BXp1jf0/s1600/DSCN1231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTnq6bB5ENU/TwWw-SVQ4yI/AAAAAAAAE-k/-NU8BXp1jf0/s320/DSCN1231.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I did not plan to visit more temples but I visited one everyday in Hong Kong. I was already close to the Giant Buddha while taking this picture. If you noticed, the Buddha is looking down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We were told by a middle age lady when we were at the stairs after coming down that we would be able to hear echoes of our own voice if we recite Amitabha aloud at that specific point where the Buddha is looking at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We tried. I heard my friend's echo and my own but she claimed she could not hear mine. An elderly woman told us, if nobody can hear you but you can hear your own, &lt;b&gt;it means your prayers are heard. &lt;/b&gt;Not sure how&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;true that is but it was not my first strange encounter with Buddha statues. Remember my Cambodia trip and my camera detected blinks? Maybe it is just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Later, we took a bus over to Tai-O, a fishing town on an outlaying island near Lantau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QS7-Z1mExW0/TwW2oIDxaPI/AAAAAAAAE-w/PKJrcpy2Eqg/s1600/DSCN1260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QS7-Z1mExW0/TwW2oIDxaPI/AAAAAAAAE-w/PKJrcpy2Eqg/s320/DSCN1260.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Honey with biscuits. Only HKD $3. You may want to check out his fresh ginger sweets too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Walk a bit further and ferry operators started touting Pink dolphins boat ride. It only cost HKD $20 and we were the first to board the boat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ulCIEfrt8e8/TwW346UV5AI/AAAAAAAAE_I/wQdRZqNZTTA/s1600/DSCN1252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ulCIEfrt8e8/TwW346UV5AI/AAAAAAAAE_I/wQdRZqNZTTA/s320/DSCN1252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Could not catch a picture of the dolphins because I was too fascinated with the dolphin dance. This is a bad picture of what you will see when out in the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lunch was snacks from the streetside stalls in Tai-O. Not cheap. The cheese oysters alone cost HKD $30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rz4tSyUsFek/TwRlPviaFdI/AAAAAAAAE90/rRcjzylwbcY/s1600/Dec+7+-+Lunch.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rz4tSyUsFek/TwRlPviaFdI/AAAAAAAAE90/rRcjzylwbcY/s320/Dec+7+-+Lunch.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was recommended to choose your own live seafood and then bring it to the restaurants to be cooked. Very difficult with two people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The two shagged women made their way back into the mainland in late afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When in Hong Kong, do what the locals do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aF8ZZ-IxIcQ/TwW6EEd-zLI/AAAAAAAAE_g/3CS6ePTDjgk/s1600/Dec+7.9a+-+Happy+Valley+Racecourse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aF8ZZ-IxIcQ/TwW6EEd-zLI/AAAAAAAAE_g/3CS6ePTDjgk/s320/Dec+7.9a+-+Happy+Valley+Racecourse.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlabKNs7cgM/TwW54o_OTJI/AAAAAAAAE_U/nq0W8f46xro/s1600/Dec+7.9b+-+Happy+Valley+Racecourse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlabKNs7cgM/TwW54o_OTJI/AAAAAAAAE_U/nq0W8f46xro/s320/Dec+7.9b+-+Happy+Valley+Racecourse.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Horse Racing at Happy Valley! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Entry free is HKD $10 and you can pay using the Octopus card. &lt;b&gt;Even the alcohol we bought can be purchased using the Octopus card&lt;/b&gt;. Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It happened to be the Cathy Cup. I took some time to understand how horse racing is in Hong Kong. It is more difficult to win in Hong Kong but you can bet as low as HKD $10. Unlike Singapore, the minimun bet is HKD $30. I only placed HKD $10 as I did not dare to bet big. Guess what? &lt;b&gt;I won the third race.&lt;/b&gt; Only took back HKD $27. KNNBCCB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dinner at no idea where my gay boyfriend and friend brought me to but the name of the place is in the picture. They said tourists don't visit this place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3DABYIGgk4/TwW8HJyN3TI/AAAAAAAAE_s/EZ5kZssvgsY/s1600/Dec+7+-+Dinner.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3DABYIGgk4/TwW8HJyN3TI/AAAAAAAAE_s/EZ5kZssvgsY/s320/Dec+7+-+Dinner.jpeg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;From top right clockwise direction: Internal organs, pig blood cube, fried fish and pork cutlet/chop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pork pork and pork!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Breakfast the next day at &lt;span style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;旺角深井陳記燒鵝餐廳 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;in where else but Mongkok again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="ellipsis" style="cursor: pointer; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7QKGW_Zwl0/TwMbkmLadNI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/a2GeEVvSdF0/s1600/Dec+8.4+-+%25E6%2597%25BA%25E8%25A7%2592%25E6%25B7%25B1%25E4%25BA%2595%25E9%2599%25B3%25E8%25A8%2598%25E7%2587%2592%25E9%25B5%259D%25E9%25A4%2590%25E5%25BB%25B3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7QKGW_Zwl0/TwMbkmLadNI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/a2GeEVvSdF0/s320/Dec+8.4+-+%25E6%2597%25BA%25E8%25A7%2592%25E6%25B7%25B1%25E4%25BA%2595%25E9%2599%25B3%25E8%25A8%2598%25E7%2587%2592%25E9%25B5%259D%25E9%25A4%2590%25E5%25BB%25B3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally I got my goose drumstick and yun yung. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;An hour later, I was in this local yum cha restaurant for dim sun while mingling with my friend's relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GduhoRoWtSY/TwW-CkTrBCI/AAAAAAAAE_4/UXKY75K3nAA/s1600/IMG_2215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GduhoRoWtSY/TwW-CkTrBCI/AAAAAAAAE_4/UXKY75K3nAA/s320/IMG_2215.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I felt like I just stepped into a Tai Kor Tai (Gangster) movie setting. &lt;/b&gt;Suddenly someone will pull a knief, overturn the tables and there will be blood everywhere. Hur hur.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hong Kong was fun and I had no time for hook-ups and not much shopping to be done. It was not my priority anyway. I will have to visit the places I did not manage another time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hong Kong anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fsm fwn fcg" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bing.com/maps/default.aspx?v=2&amp;amp;pc=FACEBK&amp;amp;mid=8100&amp;amp;mkt=en-US" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-5790401703359478137?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5790401703359478137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=5790401703359478137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5790401703359478137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5790401703359478137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/hong-kong-diaries-hong-kong-anyone.html' title='Hong Kong Diaries: Hong Kong anyone?'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16e-mvYRdz8/TwWmjnXnjxI/AAAAAAAAE-A/rVYbAK9tgL4/s72-c/DSCN1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-4334790171083787172</id><published>2012-01-02T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:22:57.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evauation 26: Happy New Year &amp; oh ya.. Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Confession of the Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUHaYrwQTkE/TwB_1i8RwXI/AAAAAAAAE84/9r7mT7tDj6Q/s1600/Poll+26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUHaYrwQTkE/TwB_1i8RwXI/AAAAAAAAE84/9r7mT7tDj6Q/s320/Poll+26.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Christmas, not everyone believes in Jesus Christ but most celebrate it anyway since it is a public holiday. &lt;b&gt;43 per cent of respondents thinks Christmas is an excuse to splurge on expensive gifts for their family and friends&lt;/b&gt;. Are you one of those? It was so easy to spend without batting an eyelid when your conscience calls and you know you have been taking them for granted far too long. THB thinks any gifts in the form of cash a red packet is best. A pity none of my family and friends share the same view. It is easy and fuss free right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Out of 55 respondents, 41 percent of them thought it is a chance to get laid. Good for you if that happened. Unlike me, all those parties I attended are house parties catching up over food and drinks like 32 per cent of the respondents. No such thing like what the 23 per cent think, no loud music and eye candies. Boo hoo!!! The only men are relatives. &lt;b&gt;I should choose my parties wisely&lt;/b&gt; or organise a singles party and then maybe upgrade it to a swingers party later this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;The same percentage of respondents as above thinks Christmas is a good time to splurge on themselves individually. If you have enough money in your bank account to do it, by all means. Those who did not plan their holidays wisely like me would realise most part of &lt;b&gt;the remaining amount in their bank account was spent on necessary gifts&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;If every present stands for love, then I am super unpopular. You see, I did not receive enough to drown myself in them. 40 per cent probably felt guilty receiving too many presents they should not have. &lt;b&gt;I am so jealous...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Not sure why 20 per cent thinks it is an excuse to commemorate the birth of Christ when it is to commemorate the birth of Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Travelling and attending church seemed to be the least popular choices in this poll. Travelling is expensive and I completely understand that. Only 10 per cent repent for their sins?! I get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Either readers here have no conscience or are super duper good people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; It is still Christmas and it is the New Year. I will chose the latter. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-4334790171083787172?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4334790171083787172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=4334790171083787172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4334790171083787172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4334790171083787172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/poll-evauation-26-happy-new-year-oh-ya.html' title='Poll Evauation 26: Happy New Year &amp; oh ya.. Merry Christmas'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUHaYrwQTkE/TwB_1i8RwXI/AAAAAAAAE84/9r7mT7tDj6Q/s72-c/Poll+26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-5075610544324989720</id><published>2011-12-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:02:35.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resoution 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;All right folks. Time to make a new year resolution which I may not be able to keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Get a Driver License for real this time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;THB does not have a driving license because she failed her first driving test six years ago. When she decided to enrol in a driving school, it was four years later. Then, the driving school shifted after she completed her practical lessons. She withdraw and never went back again. Now that she is single again and does not have a designated driver, it is time to set her mind on that freaking little card that she can go on the road with. To think I can get a Masters degree but I can't drive. How sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Get a fucking personal credit card&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;THB does not have a credit card either. I have long qualified for one but it has always been debit debit all the way. I am against credit cards because the ex chalked up huge debts with them. Cash is king but it is really inconvenient when I travel. Plus all the discounts I can get using certain cards. I promise I will not get out of control with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Recover my savings&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You know my sob story. I am a poor woman with nothing to my name after having my savings wiped out because of a man. Next year, I hope I will be able to earn it back&amp;nbsp; together with his continuing repayment for the next few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Get my ass out and party at least once a month&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I cooped myself at home far too long when I was married because I wanted the other half to be secured. Now, with the increasing workload and responsibilities at work, I am often exhausted at the end of the week. I must I must I must make myself visible to others and most importantly, be myself and have fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Get a few hunky lovers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Maybe one is enough but I have been deprived far too long. Plus, you know the way with men, it is often disappointing after unwrapping their gifts. If I need a fuck, it better be good. I suppose grabbing a few more wouldn't hurt. What can be more hurtful than the previous relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Travel every two months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;A couple of trips are already planned in the first half of 2012. I have the capacity to do more. Travel companions are welcomed. For your information, I don't mind staying in run down hotels and taking budget planes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Change job&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I enjoy what I do but I believe I am stuck in the wrong job. I love doing events but it is being removed slowly from my portfolio. All the fengshui book and masters are against a job change next year but if opportunity arises, I will pat my sorry ass, pack my bags and go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Resolutions are meant to be realistic. I am putting my feet firmly on the ground and I can safely say my resolutions are realistic.&amp;nbsp; What about yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-5075610544324989720?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5075610544324989720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=5075610544324989720&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5075610544324989720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5075610544324989720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/12/resoution-2012.html' title='Resoution 2012'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8185070001554902496</id><published>2011-12-27T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:11:37.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be scared of this word my friend. Closure may not be a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed down my business more than a year ago and I realized I enjoy being an employee more than an employer. Yes, I admit am lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may close down this blog someday too, but not today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week after my colleague's church wedding, I met my soon to be ex hubby to pass him the Christmas present. Neither of us wanted to engage in another argument and we went for a movie instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Impossible might be the last movie together as lawfully wedded husband and wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Impossible. How appropriate the title. How appropriate on our situation and how appropriate is it for us to go our separate ways from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still angry at me walking out on our marriage. He is still angry at me for signing the papers right after we came back from Bali. "If only you could be more patient with me," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also mentioned before he signed the papers only because I wanted it. I wondered how will it be like if I did not pack my bags and leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have gone too far to continue our relationship. No matter what, we still have this bond together in each other's heart," he gave me a hug and my tears rolled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why did I feel like I was the one that did wrong and being rejected for a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I missed you," my voice shook while saying this and I could not continue any further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets? Aplenty. You see, I sort of married my best male companion and leaving him proved a little too hard to bear. I seriously swear I will not jump into bed with guys I get along with next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I have an answer now. It is probably time I dry my tears, close the door behind and move on. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8185070001554902496?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8185070001554902496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8185070001554902496&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8185070001554902496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8185070001554902496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/12/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1399319211162738853</id><published>2011-12-24T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:56:21.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas This Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This is the time you probably have nice dinners together with family or with friends. I had a special 7 course dinner prepared for me last night and I shall remember it well and brag about it. &lt;b&gt;Thank you Sean! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgeSiqoNGDs/TvVoRu4d6rI/AAAAAAAAE8s/VdZ0ZRuu3wI/s1600/IMG_2421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgeSiqoNGDs/TvVoRu4d6rI/AAAAAAAAE8s/VdZ0ZRuu3wI/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;What can I say? It is nice being THB with a fellowship eh. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0QOUsFg0HDo/TvVnmmwQVDI/AAAAAAAAE8g/5AKQwJNnUcg/s1600/IMG_2421.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This year, I have problems adjusting to being single. Everywhere I go and almost everything I do reminded me of him. It would be obvious that I am lying if I say I do not miss him at all. Afterall, we were together for years and it has not been easy. &lt;b&gt;Keeping myself busy and getting him out of mind mind had been successful until this festive season. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I went Christmas shopping and I got him a gift. He came around to my office yesterday and got me one as well. I had tears in my eyes and &lt;b&gt;it affected my mood&lt;/b&gt; resulting in everyone in my department knowing I will be lawfully single soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas eve dinner tonight, there will be no yucky big bowl of salad made by the ex mother in law drenched in thousand island sauce for me to finish. &lt;b&gt;How I miss frowning at raw cauliflower in my salad. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There will not be any noisy dinners hosted by people I don't like and making small talk with people I don't know at all. Of course&lt;b&gt; no fancy parties to attend after that and hang around superficial people while sipping expensive champagne. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Church the next day? Hm.. I cry everytime I sing in church. Something in there that always trigger the water storage in my eyes. &lt;b&gt;I am avoiding church invitations at all cost. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am spending the Christmas of 2011 married in name and there is no one to cuddle and snuggle up with at night. This will be &lt;b&gt;the toughest chalenge of all&lt;/b&gt;. If you feel emotional like me, let's hug and dry each other's tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No matter how sad I am, I remember I still have friends and family that cares. However overwhelming the warmth of family and friends, &lt;b&gt;nothing beats the warmth from that special someone in your heart&lt;/b&gt;. I can only say my heart is cold and will be made vacant soon. Just give me a little more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all that care. Hope yours will be filled with fun, laughter, love and warmth from your loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1399319211162738853?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1399319211162738853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1399319211162738853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1399319211162738853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1399319211162738853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-this-year.html' title='Christmas This Year'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgeSiqoNGDs/TvVoRu4d6rI/AAAAAAAAE8s/VdZ0ZRuu3wI/s72-c/IMG_2421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8711579185473300202</id><published>2011-12-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:00:01.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 25: No Preference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty boys are the rage in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;If you are a female or you could be a male that likes male,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KINLN082EB8/TvCOuFhmYrI/AAAAAAAAE78/kHAqokHhn-0/s1600/Poll+25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="108" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KINLN082EB8/TvCOuFhmYrI/AAAAAAAAE78/kHAqokHhn-0/s320/Poll+25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;would you prefer your partner to be manly or pretty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;33.3 per cent voted manly looking with muscles. If you do not know what is manly, this is the man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue4Nkh7O04A/TvCSlYo7x0I/AAAAAAAAE8E/_ArthCWKzYM/s1600/george-clooney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue4Nkh7O04A/TvCSlYo7x0I/AAAAAAAAE8E/_ArthCWKzYM/s320/george-clooney.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;A few lines, stubs, that kind of smile. Best if their body comes with muscles. Strong enough to carry their woman to the bedroom. Orgasmic just thinking about it. How many women in this world can score? That is why&lt;b&gt; most of the time such men only appear in front of us is on the screen&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;16.7 per cent of the respondents voted pretty boys with muscles. Of course we do not want our man prettier and skinnier. No woman can stand that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPiVDy1ncYE/TvCUzHk8IaI/AAAAAAAAE8M/UrMT4vA41C0/s1600/kimura+takuya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPiVDy1ncYE/TvCUzHk8IaI/AAAAAAAAE8M/UrMT4vA41C0/s1600/kimura+takuya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;He is still pretty after so many years. Is he for real?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Men that look like this, no matter how muscular they are, you will only remember how pretty they are. I would love to admire pretty boys but &lt;b&gt;anything more than that would be a challenge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, half the respondents cast the natural vote. As long as he is natural it is fine. I can only say you people have no imagination la... Give you a chance to fantasise you put this. It is like checking the neutral, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no preference&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; box! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8711579185473300202?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8711579185473300202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8711579185473300202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8711579185473300202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8711579185473300202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/12/poll-evaluation-25-no-preference.html' title='Poll Evaluation 25: No Preference'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KINLN082EB8/TvCOuFhmYrI/AAAAAAAAE78/kHAqokHhn-0/s72-c/Poll+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-67834002990748247</id><published>2011-12-19T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:17:20.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless Men Diaries: Never Go Out?</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clueless: Never go out?&lt;br /&gt;THB: I went out before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that an insult? Do I look like I don't step out of the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to work every Monday to Friday except on public holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I go out for a 5km jog at least twice a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have friends to go out with doing things I simply can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not party as much as before but I still go out for a drink occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make an effort to visit the Goddess of Mercy temple on the first and 15 day of the lunar calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from Batam yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out for at a church wedding this afternoon too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a movie and went for a BBQ party after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean by I NEVER go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, you mean why am I not out? Understand that there might be a phrasing problem. The reason why I am home because it is after midnight and I just came back from a day of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey clueless, look at the clock. Could you ask me why am I not in bed instead? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-67834002990748247?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/67834002990748247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=67834002990748247&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/67834002990748247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/67834002990748247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/12/clueless-men-diaries-never-go-out.html' title='Clueless Men Diaries: Never Go Out?'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7027883624224767417</id><published>2011-12-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:00:17.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless Men Diaries: What's Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;Clueless: Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;THB: Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;Clueless: What's up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;THB: My dick is up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWcr9mA7E6E/TudbIBALlxI/AAAAAAAAE70/zjIYvwk1EMo/s1600/du.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWcr9mA7E6E/TudbIBALlxI/AAAAAAAAE70/zjIYvwk1EMo/s1600/du.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Oh sorry, I forgot I don't have one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;So what's up? &lt;b&gt;The population in Singapore I am sure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I am usually speechless and don't reply when I get this question. You see; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;It is the festive season and &lt;b&gt;my spirits ain't up.&lt;/b&gt; The nasty boss resigned and I am still not overly happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;The ex put pictures of himself on Facebook with a bunch of women and drank expensive alcohol happily when he hasn't repaid me my money yet. &lt;b&gt;The amount in my bank account hasn't go up&lt;/b&gt; much since I paid for the lawyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My weight didn't go up&lt;/b&gt; after five days of pigging out in foreign lands. Thankfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;The only men I see recently is my dad, the old married men in my company and rowdy mainland Chinese in casinos. &lt;b&gt;My libido definitely didn't go up. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;After my year end review and the financial state of my company, I am sure&lt;b&gt; my pay is not going up&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I am still young at heart and &lt;b&gt;I don't want to grow up&lt;/b&gt; yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Oh wait, did you mean what didn't go up? Hey clueless, my middle fingers are up too but can't you just ask me how I am instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7027883624224767417?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7027883624224767417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7027883624224767417&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7027883624224767417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7027883624224767417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/12/clueless-men-diaries-whats-up.html' title='Clueless Men Diaries: What&apos;s Up?'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWcr9mA7E6E/TudbIBALlxI/AAAAAAAAE70/zjIYvwk1EMo/s72-c/du.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-754735188917519608</id><published>2011-12-11T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:00:01.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 24: Most will pay for sexual services</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;Will or have you paid for sexual services? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdIrVVIMPZM/TuOCh9pN-2I/AAAAAAAAE7s/JCLmwXhBDd4/s1600/Poll+24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdIrVVIMPZM/TuOCh9pN-2I/AAAAAAAAE7s/JCLmwXhBDd4/s320/Poll+24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Approximately 52 percent of respondents will or have paid for sexual services. Males (48.45%) are more likely to pay for sexual services than females (3.09%).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Almost 30 per cent of male respondents and close to 19 percent of females will not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;There is a &lt;b&gt;significant difference in the number between males and females' attitude to paid sexual services&lt;/b&gt;. Men will pay for sex while women are less likely. Does this mean men need it more, men could not control their urges or are their attitudes towards sex different? I would go for the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;To many women including myself, sex is not just sex. Emotional element plays a big part and women felt used if men do not bother in foreplay. &lt;b&gt;If men only need penetration and no time for romance then paid services is the way to go&lt;/b&gt;. Of course you can wank or use toys that resemble the vigina if you are not willing to pay for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Only three women indicated they will pay for sexual services. New age women have my respect. If men can pay for it why can't women? &lt;b&gt;I will pay for young cute men if I receive a hefty alimony every month&lt;/b&gt;. Unlikely to happen but never say never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Unlike Geylang or Orchard Towers for men, there are no such places for women. &lt;b&gt;When supply is less than demand, the commodity is more expensive&lt;/b&gt;. There are more women in the sex trade and more competitive than men, hence male sexual services does not come cheap eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;So, what do women do when they need it and when they are not wiling to pay for it? Like me, maybe most women chose to ignore the urge and distract themselves by doing something else. There are lots of pretty boys in my Korean drama. I still have my friends like me I can whine to, people I can go for drinks and feast on eye candies in the dark with. A little sad but I reckoned this is &lt;b&gt;part of growing up&lt;/b&gt; which involves thinking before doing anything I may regret later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;In the past I will criticise this choice but I will not say it is wrong to pay for sexual services now because I understand some people really need it and unable to get it. If you do engage in it, always remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;protection, protection and protection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-754735188917519608?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/754735188917519608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=754735188917519608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/754735188917519608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/754735188917519608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/12/poll-evaluation-24-most-will-pay-for.html' title='Poll Evaluation 24: Most will pay for sexual services'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdIrVVIMPZM/TuOCh9pN-2I/AAAAAAAAE7s/JCLmwXhBDd4/s72-c/Poll+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-935431312543720845</id><published>2011-12-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:00:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回忆，真让人着迷</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;夫妻是指同床还是结为合法夫妻开始？该从哪儿算起？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;不问谁欠谁，究尽是谁伤了谁，&lt;b&gt;至少曾经是完美的&lt;/b&gt;。 缘之已尽，恩断义绝可能吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;看了看，想了想，算了算，好像不太可能。 女人，真是复杂的动物。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;所谓一日夫妻白日恩，恋过，爱过，伤过，痛过。就算分开了，回忆总是带着甜甜，酸酸，涩涩，苦苦的滋味。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;回忆，真让人着迷。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-935431312543720845?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/935431312543720845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=935431312543720845&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/935431312543720845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/935431312543720845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='回忆，真让人着迷'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-3740889791142616200</id><published>2011-12-03T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:00:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless Men Diaries: Why Your Facebook Messages Never Got Replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Tip of the day for clueless guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixgZEApbMGc/Ttj52EqN6jI/AAAAAAAAE7k/utVeWyjPWkE/s1600/you-loser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixgZEApbMGc/Ttj52EqN6jI/AAAAAAAAE7k/utVeWyjPWkE/s320/you-loser.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;You may think you know women because you had a few but more than often you are really clueless. You don't know you suck because one bothered telling you. Having said that, &lt;b&gt;you probably need to improve on your interpersonal skills too. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;So, you finally got yourself a Facebook account and started discovering the joy of making friends without actual physical interaction. Grrrrreat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Let's just say you found an attractive display picture and decided to get to know the person. She didn't know you but approved your request to be her friend anyway. You can give yourself a pat on the back for being a step closer or simply because maybe she find you attractive enough and &lt;b&gt;don't mind being associated with you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Now, you want to send her message. What do you type? Normal not so clueless men will put, "Hi." That's easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The challenge is the second line. You are not so clueless if you put, "How's your day," or, "How are things/work/school." Such questions &lt;b&gt;leave the conversation open&lt;/b&gt;. Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Questions like,"What are you doing," and "Ready for tomorrow," and "where do you stay" are just weird but &lt;b&gt;it gets answered&lt;/b&gt; sometimes. In case you have forgotten, I am online like you, I cannot stop tomorrow from coming like you even though I am not ready and&lt;b&gt; I stay on planet Earth LIKE YOU! &lt;/b&gt;How about you? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Clueless and hopeless men will put,"I don't know you but I added you." Er... How would you like me to react? Thank you? Start introducing myself and tell you sob stories or &lt;b&gt;would you like me to delete you for confirming I don't know you and there is no reason why you should be on my friend list?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Maybe you should go to her wall and read or look at some of her pictures if you are that lazy since a picture paint a thousand words. If you got a Eureka moment on why it seemed so clear your messages never got replied，&lt;b&gt;there you go, clueless man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-3740889791142616200?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3740889791142616200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=3740889791142616200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3740889791142616200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3740889791142616200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/12/clueless-men-diaries-why-your-facebook.html' title='Clueless Men Diaries: Why Your Facebook Messages Never Got Replies'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixgZEApbMGc/Ttj52EqN6jI/AAAAAAAAE7k/utVeWyjPWkE/s72-c/you-loser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2192588876407569114</id><published>2011-11-30T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:46:38.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Boy or Manly Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Yesterday, women I know who are way past their prime either rushed home or took leave and stay home to watch MAMA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5z7arNkHR4/TtY7l4Sjg_I/AAAAAAAAE7E/PD940le6hjw/s1600/mama2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5z7arNkHR4/TtY7l4Sjg_I/AAAAAAAAE7E/PD940le6hjw/s1600/mama2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;MAMA? I scratched my head. I must be living under the rock for ages. For your information, MAMA stands for Mnet Asia Music Awards. It is like the Grammy but the Korean version? Difference is males are prettier than females.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbstF3ctxg0/TtY9LQECz4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/eLL3sEHfC-0/s1600/2ne1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbstF3ctxg0/TtY9LQECz4I/AAAAAAAAE7U/eLL3sEHfC-0/s320/2ne1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;2NE1 The cool girl group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTPmg8V9SUw/TtY8zPMl2yI/AAAAAAAAE7M/uJmuBbPAHkk/s1600/SUJU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTPmg8V9SUw/TtY8zPMl2yI/AAAAAAAAE7M/uJmuBbPAHkk/s320/SUJU.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Super Junior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kURBXrPcpUs/TtZAAAgjo1I/AAAAAAAAE7c/TkfjPK21g8U/s1600/khj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kURBXrPcpUs/TtZAAAgjo1I/AAAAAAAAE7c/TkfjPK21g8U/s1600/khj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;Kim Hyun Joong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I am not used to men wearing thick make up and applying heavy eyeliner but I must admit their synchronise dancing is fantastic. I liked it so much to the extent that &lt;b&gt;I am contemplating to sign up for dance classes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The rest of the groups are too sugary and I will have diabetes if I continue watching. Comments like, "Nose fake, forehead botoxed, eyelids done, something with the chin. Boobs fake cos never bounce when she walk. Same plastic surgeon, all look the same." Maybe not all Korean artises had work done and it is the stereotype on my part. I have too many comments and I bet if I am at the live performance I&lt;b&gt; will not be able to get out alive..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;It is refreshing to watch pretty boys. This brings to my question, do you prefer men pretty or manly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2192588876407569114?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2192588876407569114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2192588876407569114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2192588876407569114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2192588876407569114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/pretty-boy-or-manly-man.html' title='Pretty Boy or Manly Man'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5z7arNkHR4/TtY7l4Sjg_I/AAAAAAAAE7E/PD940le6hjw/s72-c/mama2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7917021445970699312</id><published>2011-11-27T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:20:53.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you STD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;There is something going around and I don't quite like it. Just when I wanted to close the chapter of check ups and gynaes, someone I know told me her pap smear detected irregularities. Her report showed it is some virus infection and she had to laser off the cells. In simpler terms, she had STD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Apparently the virus is inside her body for quite some time and it could be years before the virus surfaced. Scary part is this makes it impossible to tell who passed it on to her. It could be recent, it could be years ago when she was younger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Yearly pap smear did not detect this until the virus started spreading. Pap smear could not detect anything at once but it is still important to get it done so it could detect something when there is any irregularity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I didn't understand why some people insisted on using condoms in the past. Now that this struck someone close, I think I understand why and I am a little scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;You see, although I can count the number of sex partners before, I have not been sexually active for more than half a year, only one partner for more than three years, no irregularity and technically should be declared "clean" but there is a possibility that I may have contracted STD from someone when I did not insist on using a condom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Fuck. Seems like nobody is safe from the damn STD viruses. get yourself checked as soon as possible. If you had sex with people who had other partners and did not use a condom, congratulations. You should be as worried as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Damn you STD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7917021445970699312?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7917021445970699312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7917021445970699312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7917021445970699312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7917021445970699312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/damn-you-std.html' title='Damn you STD!'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-4488932616257193084</id><published>2011-11-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:04:42.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll 23 Evaluation: Suppose We Could Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfzhD6n0QjY/Tsu-Js5r-hI/AAAAAAAAE68/3KFHgajezTE/s1600/poll+23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="108" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfzhD6n0QjY/Tsu-Js5r-hI/AAAAAAAAE68/3KFHgajezTE/s320/poll+23.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;The HB Diaries received the lowest number of votes received so far for Poll 23. I should have added a "Non of the above" option because most people would be happy being the way they are. Should be more considerate. I apologize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Out of the 37 who took part, more than half (56%) respondents have considered being bisexual. This may be for people who wanted the best of both worlds? People that could switch between men and women. Cool. &lt;b&gt;Imagine a threesome with both your partners. &lt;/b&gt;Interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;32 per cent of respondents, who are female have considered having a relationship with another women. I would never imagine giving up on being straight but I guess I would never know if I don't try. Who knows? &lt;b&gt;Maybe being lesbian could be more satisfying&lt;/b&gt; than being straight due to the shortness of certain tools and of course bad experience with the opposite sex. If I do become lesbian, be sure that there will be no thin, short and soft penis resemblence among my belongings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Only a handful thought of being gay. May I know if you want to be the active one or the passive one? There are three times more women than men who would have a relationship with the opposite sex. Are men less open to options or are men more advanturous but refused to give up what they enjoy now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Never try never know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I suppose we could try &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;everything once in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-4488932616257193084?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4488932616257193084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=4488932616257193084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4488932616257193084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4488932616257193084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/poll-23-evaluation-suppose-we-could-try.html' title='Poll 23 Evaluation: Suppose We Could Try'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfzhD6n0QjY/Tsu-Js5r-hI/AAAAAAAAE68/3KFHgajezTE/s72-c/poll+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7795187075703750870</id><published>2011-11-20T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:21:52.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll 22 Evaluation: While In Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HjGheb9w_c/TsjWNK-XQ8I/AAAAAAAAE48/6N_fSsldNXE/s1600/Poll+22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HjGheb9w_c/TsjWNK-XQ8I/AAAAAAAAE48/6N_fSsldNXE/s320/Poll+22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Shop: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;One bag to Bangkok and got two bags back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Bang: Uncheck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Met some cute guys and got a dodgy massage but no, no bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Club &amp;amp; Drink: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Three nights in a row&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpfjs5PIhic/TsjYIRODrcI/AAAAAAAAE5E/sTL0ElXUKn0/s1600/DSCN1119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpfjs5PIhic/TsjYIRODrcI/AAAAAAAAE5E/sTL0ElXUKn0/s320/DSCN1119.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Started with light drinks at Khao San and ended making friends with locals. Soon we were sharing shisha and eating out from the same plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdDP4VPwhLU/TsjYqQJ2sGI/AAAAAAAAE5M/2osJqxsbqB8/s1600/IMG_1998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdDP4VPwhLU/TsjYqQJ2sGI/AAAAAAAAE5M/2osJqxsbqB8/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;When in a foreign country, do what the locals do. Go club in a Thai club called Brick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_VYMEI5lZM/TsjZJljOKOI/AAAAAAAAE5U/-KH7JJ-4bj4/s1600/IMG_2005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_VYMEI5lZM/TsjZJljOKOI/AAAAAAAAE5U/-KH7JJ-4bj4/s320/IMG_2005.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Drink local whisky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vge5T79JPn4/TsjZlcMtHhI/AAAAAAAAE5c/fdyq9_pIa-8/s1600/IMG_1996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vge5T79JPn4/TsjZlcMtHhI/AAAAAAAAE5c/fdyq9_pIa-8/s320/IMG_1996.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;out of an ice bucket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b8JF_SSV4Mk/Tsjkn5PD2cI/AAAAAAAAE50/rWUwA9vJHuA/s1600/IMG_1837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b8JF_SSV4Mk/Tsjkn5PD2cI/AAAAAAAAE50/rWUwA9vJHuA/s320/IMG_1837.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Second night at Route 66 at RCA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YOLN3W61WE/TsjktXfVPXI/AAAAAAAAE58/8m3lXwREwlY/s1600/IMG_2018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YOLN3W61WE/TsjktXfVPXI/AAAAAAAAE58/8m3lXwREwlY/s320/IMG_2018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Two women and a bottle. Needless to say, we only managed half of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-92pOJbdkE48/TsjaUvRFpkI/AAAAAAAAE5k/zZau2sDG1Nw/s1600/IMG_1853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-92pOJbdkE48/TsjaUvRFpkI/AAAAAAAAE5k/zZau2sDG1Nw/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Third night at State Tower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tord_CpdpbM/TsjmL8Luz1I/AAAAAAAAE6E/Qkw3Q7DdVcI/s1600/IMG_1851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tord_CpdpbM/TsjmL8Luz1I/AAAAAAAAE6E/Qkw3Q7DdVcI/s320/IMG_1851.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;enjoying with this view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRQ9uUUPQfk/TsjaZcdqsoI/AAAAAAAAE5s/w7F0hBeuzbw/s1600/IMG_1857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRQ9uUUPQfk/TsjaZcdqsoI/AAAAAAAAE5s/w7F0hBeuzbw/s320/IMG_1857.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;with a Hangovertini. Three glasses of this, I can get a bottle of whisky from RCA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmetic/Plastic Procedure: Uncheck&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Food: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXkBySEF74Q/TsjnA8w3MkI/AAAAAAAAE6M/QPh9j7nZ3tY/s1600/DSCN1126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXkBySEF74Q/TsjnA8w3MkI/AAAAAAAAE6M/QPh9j7nZ3tY/s320/DSCN1126.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Roadside food versus some overhyped restaurants, I can only say restaurant food no fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5tM4LD6baI/TsjnJU3tSDI/AAAAAAAAE6U/hlV3j8Xf3NI/s1600/IMG_1847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5tM4LD6baI/TsjnJU3tSDI/AAAAAAAAE6U/hlV3j8Xf3NI/s320/IMG_1847.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Swim: Uncheck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcPLLMxEv8E/Tsjp9VbnAdI/AAAAAAAAE6k/Kb85-yGUcQU/s1600/IMG_1834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFozsTlKsxA/TsjqDQkOrrI/AAAAAAAAE6s/GAPcP5-IYBg/s1600/IMG_1835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kFozsTlKsxA/TsjqDQkOrrI/AAAAAAAAE6s/GAPcP5-IYBg/s320/IMG_1835.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Flood? Please la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Checking out the trans: Uncheck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Hook up: Uncheck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;More temple trips: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVTID-EA4VQ/TsjsMefh0WI/AAAAAAAAE60/cNJ1E38qbaY/s1600/IMG_1868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVTID-EA4VQ/TsjsMefh0WI/AAAAAAAAE60/cNJ1E38qbaY/s320/IMG_1868.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Despite warnings from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, we went ahead with this trip. I am glad we made it. I am happier I had good company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Time flies when you are having fun. Five days is too short and it felt like we did not do anything much. I forgot why Bangkok is still one of most popular destinations for Singaporeans. Now I remember... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7795187075703750870?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7795187075703750870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7795187075703750870&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7795187075703750870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7795187075703750870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/poll-22-evaluation-when-in-bangkok.html' title='Poll 22 Evaluation: While In Bangkok'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HjGheb9w_c/TsjWNK-XQ8I/AAAAAAAAE48/6N_fSsldNXE/s72-c/Poll+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-5260664265722463264</id><published>2011-11-17T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:00:11.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Gynae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Several years back, I called my friend cazy when she told me she enjoyed the scan at her gynaecologist. She said she loved the stick and found the insertion "shiok". I never had any experience with any medical professional equipment awake at that time and  I found her comment weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I visited the gynaecologist for the first time on Monday and I finally understood why she sad that. By the way &lt;u&gt;I AM NOT PREGNANT&lt;/u&gt; and neither am I in a hurry to be. For the children reading this, you do not have to be pregnant to visit a gynae. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gynaecology"&gt;Gynaecology&lt;/a&gt; is the medical practice dealing with the health of the female reproductive system. &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s%20the%20medical%20practice%20dealing%20with%20the%20health%20of%20the%20female%20reproductive%20system/" title="Sex organ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Anyway, the reason I have to visit a gynae is due to my monthly menstrual cramps. Unlike some lucky women, I have an issue with the worsening pain. Lately, I experienced pain for three days instead of one and when I had cramps, I was unable to go for work. At this stage in my life, I only have work to hold on to and I do not wish to lose my job due to my frequent absence. &lt;b&gt;Painkillers are only temporary&lt;/b&gt; which does not solve the root of the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;The female gynae asked some routine questions and was shocked to find out I never had &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pap_smear"&gt;pap smear&lt;/a&gt; done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXkLTQzfzXE/TsPMY5k54DI/AAAAAAAAE40/AFpY1d6Ay7c/s1600/pap+smear.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXkLTQzfzXE/TsPMY5k54DI/AAAAAAAAE40/AFpY1d6Ay7c/s1600/pap+smear.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Women who had sex are recommended to have this test done. She also recommended I do &lt;a href="http://thin%20prep%20smear/"&gt;thin smea&lt;/a&gt;r. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Both tests has to be done through insertion and to do that you must have had sexual intercourse before. Not like it is an issue for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;While I lying down, the gynae commented, "Wah, &lt;b&gt;you are in a fertile stage now&lt;/b&gt;. Your discharge is clear etc etc. " (-.-)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I just smiled. I declared my maritial status as single. Even if I want to reproduce I need a partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Then, she took the tube which is longer than any dick and any vibrator I have seen, put a condom on it and insert it to my virgina while saying, "Relax. Relax."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;The insertion was painful. This is what happens when you have not had a sex life for too long. It was not painful after the tube was inserted deeper. At the moment, &lt;b&gt;I remembered why longer dicks are preferred to shorter ones&lt;/b&gt;. My friend's words rang in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;"See, this is your womb. Normal. This is your left ovary, healthy no &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyst"&gt;cyst&lt;/a&gt;s. This is your right ovary, no cyst you lucky girl," she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCaG8c3kg8s/TsPMFDirpII/AAAAAAAAE4s/ejlF1u62tIE/s1600/cysts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCaG8c3kg8s/TsPMFDirpII/AAAAAAAAE4s/ejlF1u62tIE/s1600/cysts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;She sat me down after that and her diagnosis was, I probably have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endometriosis"&gt;endometriosis&lt;/a&gt;. The more I read about it the more depressed I become and the more I believe I am destinied to live a lonely life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrjGn-TVy5s/TsPLhS1V2MI/AAAAAAAAE4k/_L_EoNCeH5M/s1600/endometriosis_diag.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrjGn-TVy5s/TsPLhS1V2MI/AAAAAAAAE4k/_L_EoNCeH5M/s320/endometriosis_diag.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;While I still have to wait for my test results, I am put on medication in the form of contraceptive pills for the next three months. Though I do not have a partner now, &lt;b&gt;I am reluctant to try contraceptive pills.&lt;/b&gt; What about the side effects I will experience now and in future. Nobody knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I am am also seeking traditional chinese medicine treatment at the moment. Although there are no guarantees just like contraceptives, I am more willing and &lt;b&gt;decided to try the traditional remedy&lt;/b&gt;. Only time will tell how my reproductive system will turn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-5260664265722463264?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5260664265722463264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=5260664265722463264&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5260664265722463264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5260664265722463264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/visit-to-gynae.html' title='Visit to Gynae'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXkLTQzfzXE/TsPMY5k54DI/AAAAAAAAE40/AFpY1d6Ay7c/s72-c/pap+smear.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7041587563893070188</id><published>2011-11-14T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:22:04.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Know Each Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;An ex fling sent me a message on Linked-In and asked me if we know each other. The next message would be, "wanna meet up?".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I replied we &lt;b&gt;more than know each other&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #45818e; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WoW7SFAQ6Y/TsEvwxp--jI/AAAAAAAAE4c/N6SMyMprbao/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WoW7SFAQ6Y/TsEvwxp--jI/AAAAAAAAE4c/N6SMyMprbao/s1600/index.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Damn it. How can you fuck someone and try to know them again without realising you actually succeeded the first time round?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;When will I ever stop meeting this kind of guys?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Dear Buddha, God almighty, Allah, Shiva etc, please knock these people down with a car or contract some incurable diseases first before sending them to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7041587563893070188?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7041587563893070188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7041587563893070188&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7041587563893070188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7041587563893070188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-than-know-each-other.html' title='More Than Know Each Other'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WoW7SFAQ6Y/TsEvwxp--jI/AAAAAAAAE4c/N6SMyMprbao/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-3728371271493636972</id><published>2011-11-08T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:30:42.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatizing Thai Massage</title><content type='html'>I got molested while having a massage in Bangkok on Sunday night and I still couldn't believe how it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The masseur is a male if that is what you want to ask. I have not had a Thai massage since the last time I went to Bangkok which was five years ago but I do know it was a little different this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai massage seemed like it was from the kamasutra from some positions when done by the opposite sex. I thought it was funny initially until he touched my breasts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch is not an appropriate word to use. Caress is a more suitable word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands circled my breasts a few times. I thought it was normal because Balinese massage does massage that area but it is weird having a man doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I felt his hands cupping me and it felt like he was searching for my nipples. Once was weird then he tried again for a prolonged period and I told him to stop because it was ticklish. if this is not called molest I really have no idea what it is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What might have encouraged him was I didn't react when his hands brushed against my groin while he was massaging my thighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I could feel his erection after the massage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THB is traumatized. I may not go for a massage without requesting for a female if I do go for one in future. My one joy is killed by a masseur! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if I wanted a male masseur and is willing to pay for a good looking muscular one at their red light district (which I wasn't) then I must say I got a bargain for an hour of arousing massage at 169 baht...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-3728371271493636972?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3728371271493636972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=3728371271493636972&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3728371271493636972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3728371271493636972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/traumatizing-thai-massage.html' title='Traumatizing Thai Massage'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-5449782397235408909</id><published>2011-11-04T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:03:55.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Btw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage place so dark that It looked sleazy from outside. Heh...'/><title type='text'>Bkk Situation</title><content type='html'>Finally reached Bangkok and happy that the flood has not reach inner Bangkok at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not for a week at least," said the reception at the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to enjoy my massage. See ya! &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dnu9fvsrtxI/TrPvgm3WETI/AAAAAAAAE4M/OlLl4Sqi4cI/s640/blogger-image-1388232549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dnu9fvsrtxI/TrPvgm3WETI/AAAAAAAAE4M/OlLl4Sqi4cI/s640/blogger-image-1388232549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6IpVIYxsxgQ/TrPwybn_5gI/AAAAAAAAE4U/VC-fs83604o/s640/blogger-image-1208279205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6IpVIYxsxgQ/TrPwybn_5gI/AAAAAAAAE4U/VC-fs83604o/s640/blogger-image-1208279205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-5449782397235408909?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5449782397235408909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=5449782397235408909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5449782397235408909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5449782397235408909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/bkk-situation.html' title='Bkk Situation'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dnu9fvsrtxI/TrPvgm3WETI/AAAAAAAAE4M/OlLl4Sqi4cI/s72-c/blogger-image-1388232549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-6076656294054645971</id><published>2011-11-03T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:19:04.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 21: 91% will sleep with their partners in two months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;How fast will you sleep with your first date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqMsXUZZomk/TrFfgfeNlnI/AAAAAAAAE4A/k--Gro25iBc/s1600/Poll+21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqMsXUZZomk/TrFfgfeNlnI/AAAAAAAAE4A/k--Gro25iBc/s320/Poll+21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Results as shown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;First date : 25%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;Hey people, let me get this straight. We are on the same page and understand that it is a DATE, not One Night Stand rights? If the statistics reflects some truth, it is a pretty high percentage. Then again, you may like the person so much that you are unable to hold any further. If the other party feels the same, why not? I used to think so, but &lt;b&gt;I have not met and know a guy that will move on to a proper relationship with women they slept with on the first date&lt;/b&gt;. I guess men still prefer women who know how to control. No harm holding up for a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;By the Third Date : 14%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;Many swear by only having sex at least till the third date. One date may not be enough to guage a person's character. Two dates is just to be sure. If it is the same for the third, then go ahead! &lt;b&gt;It does pay to wait &lt;/b&gt;doesn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;Within two months : 42%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;In a period of two months consisting of one to three or equivalent to more dates. Since this poll does not allow multiple choices, I can conclude &lt;b&gt;91 per cent of respondents will sleep with their partners within two months! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;A few years: 1%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;Not happening until after marriage: 10%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;It's just difference beliefs and preference. We do know people who will only do it after signing the legal documents and when they have been together for very long, just to be on the safe side. THB thinks &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;marriage is only a piece of paper with legal implications.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Fast or slow, it really depends on your luck in meeting the right one. Right now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;enjoy life, enjoy sex and enjoy each other's company.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; Till then... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-6076656294054645971?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6076656294054645971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=6076656294054645971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6076656294054645971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6076656294054645971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/poll-evaluation-21-91-will-sleep-with.html' title='Poll Evaluation 21: 91% will sleep with their partners in two months'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqMsXUZZomk/TrFfgfeNlnI/AAAAAAAAE4A/k--Gro25iBc/s72-c/Poll+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1726643886644609929</id><published>2011-10-30T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:09:03.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 20: It's a Tie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;Which is your (most common) favourite sexual position? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82WdyzAk-ng/Tq0a_PSohhI/AAAAAAAAE34/wNhRkqYz59g/s1600/Poll+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82WdyzAk-ng/Tq0a_PSohhI/AAAAAAAAE34/wNhRkqYz59g/s320/Poll+20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;Out of 105 votes, 76 percent of the voters voted for either missionary or doggy. It is a tie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;From a woman's point of view, missionary is the lazy position. There are a few reasons why women stick to this position. It could be her first time or the first time with a particular person. &lt;b&gt;Act like a lamb the first time and unleash the tigress&lt;/b&gt; after that. It may not be her first time but there is an unwritten rule that you should not display all your skills at least for the first encounter. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Missionary is the best position when you don't have the mood but would like to keep him busy for a while...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;As for men, I believe it is the best position when you really want it. "Please help yourself" (while I keep my mind busy). I must say missionary is the most effective for smaller and shorter dicks as it guarantees more penetration unlike doggy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People whose favourite position is the doggy should count your blessings&lt;/b&gt; because not everyone get to enjoy this position. The guy with tiny dick would not be able to stay in and the women who have the tiny would not get to enjoy it. You will not miss doggy until you get a tiny. Doggy requires some form of arm and leg muscle strength, so you may want to train up a little if your partner like taking his time to cum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we move on to the cowgirl. The passive partner upgrade to this contributing to an improved sex life. You can't always lie on your back and expect your partner to help themselves. Sometimes you have to be in control too. Men who have lighter partners will appreciate this while women who enjoy some control will enjoy this. &lt;b&gt;It is all about teamwork&lt;/b&gt;. Some R&amp;amp;B helps if you have difficulty trying to sync to your partner. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;Anal missionary, lapdance and the spoon have surprisingly low votes. Are these positions not common?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;I have never tried the anal missionary but those I know who tried anal loved it. I guess it offers more penetration just like the orthodox missionary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;Trailing behind is lapdance. I wondered why this is not a favourite when it this position allows you to be closer to your partner physically. Then I remembered not everyone have a partner that is as keen on sex. This is more of a romantic and passionate position. Imagine &lt;b&gt;man sitting while the woman straddle and both face to face, you start kissing&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;and undressing&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;I am not a fan of the spoon so no comments but I had a partner with a kinked dick who liked it. Maybe he don't need to look at my face... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Now now, the surprise of all surprise is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nobody voted for standing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;. I thought it is an erotic position where couples do that in the shower. You know when both could not wait with the wet hair nice smell of soap and decided to start humping. I guess the men here need to train their arms and the women here need to lose some weight first before I put it as a choice again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1726643886644609929?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1726643886644609929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1726643886644609929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1726643886644609929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1726643886644609929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/poll-evaluation-20-its-tie.html' title='Poll Evaluation 20: It&apos;s a Tie!'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82WdyzAk-ng/Tq0a_PSohhI/AAAAAAAAE34/wNhRkqYz59g/s72-c/Poll+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2613434446288325316</id><published>2011-10-26T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:32:26.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia Diaries: Nature &amp; Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Last post of Cambodia, okay don't need to jump for joy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1u2tUoKxv1U/Tqgiki8sm9I/AAAAAAAAEx4/cAKXVanDi6k/s1600/304832_10150285317356260_575186259_8048764_705451715_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1u2tUoKxv1U/Tqgiki8sm9I/AAAAAAAAEx4/cAKXVanDi6k/s320/304832_10150285317356260_575186259_8048764_705451715_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Creepy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;I should comb my hair or wave at the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NlgXsO5-sE8/TqgileWCWrI/AAAAAAAAEx8/xn2RceocRM8/s1600/DSCN0736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NlgXsO5-sE8/TqgileWCWrI/AAAAAAAAEx8/xn2RceocRM8/s320/DSCN0736.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is not the wall, these are the steps leading to another temple. How do ancient people climb?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;They must have small feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HFwtvtadak/TqgimItWowI/AAAAAAAAEyI/as-ONlfO_dk/s1600/DSCN0754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HFwtvtadak/TqgimItWowI/AAAAAAAAEyI/as-ONlfO_dk/s320/DSCN0754.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Old and new together.&amp;nbsp; Will be perfect if the restorers brush some colour on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCBRjE9XHAI/TqginQclBqI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/5TVQGApPzmM/s1600/DSCN0794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCBRjE9XHAI/TqginQclBqI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/5TVQGApPzmM/s320/DSCN0794.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Child peddlers everywhere. This boy followed me and begged for such a long time and I had to buy something...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, it will be useful to have a guide book while visiting. If they are willing to sell at $1, please grap a few copies because experienced peddlers will ask for $20. The more ulu the temple, the lower the prices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not sure how much truth was in his sentence, "Please help me, I want to go to school." Whoever that is mugging for school now, PLEASE STUDY HARD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67Ay28be7ws/TqgiohMerZI/AAAAAAAAEyY/F1btWGT2jwE/s1600/DSCN0814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67Ay28be7ws/TqgiohMerZI/AAAAAAAAEyY/F1btWGT2jwE/s320/DSCN0814.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--v918S2zeGA/TqgiphxQl0I/AAAAAAAAEyg/BHXKNA6u-mY/s1600/DSCN0854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--v918S2zeGA/TqgiphxQl0I/AAAAAAAAEyg/BHXKNA6u-mY/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lt3zdgrCQh8/TqgiqVV3MwI/AAAAAAAAEyk/4ucefPm23AM/s1600/DSCN0868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lt3zdgrCQh8/TqgiqVV3MwI/AAAAAAAAEyk/4ucefPm23AM/s320/DSCN0868.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3OIqQ2jahM/TqgiqzEbdqI/AAAAAAAAEys/gKcuwpkrT_8/s1600/DSCN0870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3OIqQ2jahM/TqgiqzEbdqI/AAAAAAAAEys/gKcuwpkrT_8/s320/DSCN0870.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Land Mine Victims&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;On a piece of paper it wrote something like, "We have stopped begging and want to live our lives with dignity. We want to send our children to school. XXX"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;So, you know what happened to the money in my pocket again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGu8x7q7ZS4/Tqgirt68o-I/AAAAAAAAEy0/oN7sYULb1Uk/s1600/DSCN0889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGu8x7q7ZS4/Tqgirt68o-I/AAAAAAAAEy0/oN7sYULb1Uk/s320/DSCN0889.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9PbAtv2mM4/TqgisUratII/AAAAAAAAEzA/N5Jf-I-dfls/s1600/DSCN0894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9PbAtv2mM4/TqgisUratII/AAAAAAAAEzA/N5Jf-I-dfls/s320/DSCN0894.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvv9NqAYvLY/TqgitdUNoKI/AAAAAAAAEzI/IaoFcBjwauU/s1600/DSCN0903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvv9NqAYvLY/TqgitdUNoKI/AAAAAAAAEzI/IaoFcBjwauU/s320/DSCN0903.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LyS4fMyZT84/TqgiuAeMjHI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/rFFsy1YfJ7I/s1600/DSCN0916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LyS4fMyZT84/TqgiuAeMjHI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/rFFsy1YfJ7I/s320/DSCN0916.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOdtjHvEUaQ/TqgivBr7RvI/AAAAAAAAEzY/m0FmMuQ9FyY/s1600/DSCN0938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOdtjHvEUaQ/TqgivBr7RvI/AAAAAAAAEzY/m0FmMuQ9FyY/s320/DSCN0938.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; The beauty of Angkor Thom lies in how nature and manmade objects co-exist together.&lt;/b&gt; Heavy bricks must have distrupted the nature centuries ago but look how nature still protect all the manmade stuff by growing around it and supporting it, hence preventing it from collapsing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUv5lVHTVAM/TqgiwUUL__I/AAAAAAAAEzg/m4RixYj-Op8/s1600/DSCN0946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUv5lVHTVAM/TqgiwUUL__I/AAAAAAAAEzg/m4RixYj-Op8/s320/DSCN0946.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sitting "in" the tree among its humanlike roots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;My Siem Reap trip was amazing. 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Even smaller and more secluded temples have government officials stationed at the gates to check if you had purchase a ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-413qW_24zC8/TqVm0WCgZOI/AAAAAAAAExw/0LMTEZ10JUs/s1600/DSCN0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-413qW_24zC8/TqVm0WCgZOI/AAAAAAAAExw/0LMTEZ10JUs/s320/DSCN0181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not only do they check the dates, they checked if you are the person on the ticket&amp;nbsp; as well. Since the ticket is only coloured paper, I would suggest preparing your own card holder and landyard to hang the ticket around your neck instead of putting it in your pocket and checking if it is still there everytime you need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #a64d79; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye6JNNGzaSs/TqVkD38lZnI/AAAAAAAAEv4/X47iu2Tl52o/s1600/DSCN0511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye6JNNGzaSs/TqVkD38lZnI/AAAAAAAAEv4/X47iu2Tl52o/s320/DSCN0511.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lo Lei&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Much smaller temple and also being restored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tadlmLTAFMM/TqVkEx9vd3I/AAAAAAAAEwA/W963V3kMPEc/s1600/DSCN0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tadlmLTAFMM/TqVkEx9vd3I/AAAAAAAAEwA/W963V3kMPEc/s320/DSCN0512.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;Small and delicate. Lo Lei is one of my favourite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-P3e2ntnlM/TqVkHtMm6YI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/Q-q2FmFkTkg/s1600/DSCN0518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-P3e2ntnlM/TqVkHtMm6YI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/Q-q2FmFkTkg/s320/DSCN0518.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laxcY_cYBCM/TqVkJDC7xOI/AAAAAAAAEwY/4ddT0vHDJ5Q/s1600/DSCN0527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laxcY_cYBCM/TqVkJDC7xOI/AAAAAAAAEwY/4ddT0vHDJ5Q/s320/DSCN0527.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #a64d79; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uw9xyo0rJw/TqVkGv2O5lI/AAAAAAAAEwI/KRjEXrQgZuY/s1600/DSCN0513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uw9xyo0rJw/TqVkGv2O5lI/AAAAAAAAEwI/KRjEXrQgZuY/s320/DSCN0513.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A modern temple beside Lo Lei.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #a64d79; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlx4ZrMYuM4/TqVkLgas8EI/AAAAAAAAEwg/oiAaddhCBT8/s1600/DSCN0533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlx4ZrMYuM4/TqVkLgas8EI/AAAAAAAAEwg/oiAaddhCBT8/s320/DSCN0533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paintings of Buddha at every corner. This is painted on the ceiling.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #a64d79; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xif2IhWbCu8/TqVkOo5gNMI/AAAAAAAAEwo/e1Xcq6WSZKA/s1600/DSCN0551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xif2IhWbCu8/TqVkOo5gNMI/AAAAAAAAEwo/e1Xcq6WSZKA/s320/DSCN0551.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preah Ko&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4IocxLyEmXY/TqVkPpgSNUI/AAAAAAAAEww/MxhDGl2Qvm8/s1600/DSCN0556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4IocxLyEmXY/TqVkPpgSNUI/AAAAAAAAEww/MxhDGl2Qvm8/s320/DSCN0556.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0bSluNQE0w/TqVkQDNQ_VI/AAAAAAAAEw4/T9iSJ1x4I6U/s1600/DSCN0561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0bSluNQE0w/TqVkQDNQ_VI/AAAAAAAAEw4/T9iSJ1x4I6U/s320/DSCN0561.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bouHrCnz8Jo/TqVkVPw9oWI/AAAAAAAAExA/FNB74tnaho8/s1600/DSCN0569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bouHrCnz8Jo/TqVkVPw9oWI/AAAAAAAAExA/FNB74tnaho8/s320/DSCN0569.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Si9ORBSSMq0/TqVkVrXyROI/AAAAAAAAExI/HW9czN0PIgA/s1600/DSCN0577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Si9ORBSSMq0/TqVkVrXyROI/AAAAAAAAExI/HW9czN0PIgA/s320/DSCN0577.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3601QSA-PJY/TqVkWZnr57I/AAAAAAAAExQ/3jpPkjv8WQ8/s1600/DSCN0582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3601QSA-PJY/TqVkWZnr57I/AAAAAAAAExQ/3jpPkjv8WQ8/s320/DSCN0582.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Different angle give a different feeling and difference in colour of the pictures I took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb4nt2gvVhw/TqVkWwkQC7I/AAAAAAAAExY/nI1eq_JGt_A/s1600/DSCN0600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb4nt2gvVhw/TqVkWwkQC7I/AAAAAAAAExY/nI1eq_JGt_A/s320/DSCN0600.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #a64d79; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVQxEZpouj4/TqVkXqTbzVI/AAAAAAAAExg/JgLWJjb3f0A/s1600/DSCN0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVQxEZpouj4/TqVkXqTbzVI/AAAAAAAAExg/JgLWJjb3f0A/s320/DSCN0601.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset at Phnom Bakheng&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maybe it's the rainy season and the sun seemed to be hiding from us. We climbed down as soon as the sky turned dark. Maybe I should have caught the sunrise instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UAeYUgDS0c/TqVkX_oCU1I/AAAAAAAAExo/8L5dWvek_0I/s1600/DSCN0613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UAeYUgDS0c/TqVkX_oCU1I/AAAAAAAAExo/8L5dWvek_0I/s320/DSCN0613.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This place is flooded with tourists. Look at the number of people on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;Some people believe its supernatural powers and some thought my jammed camera experience in Angkor Wat is a coincidence. It might be a coincidence but there is something I experienced that I would like to share.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;It is either in &lt;b&gt;Lo Lei or Preah Ko&lt;/b&gt;. As you know my camera is new and I tired playing around with the functions to test how well it worked. One of the functions which I used is called the "blink detector". It activates and prompt the photographer to take a picture again because someone blinked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While taking pictures of the cravings of statues on the walls of the buildings, my camera indicated "blink detected" several times&lt;/b&gt;. I thought it might be the sun or my camera is lousy and did not give much thought to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;Some people said their hair stand after I told them this incident. It is either I am unlucky to be able to encounter such things or the gods are smiling at me. I'm not sure about others who visited these places, but I felt good while I was there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe in the supernatural? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-9067740646690067438?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9067740646690067438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=9067740646690067438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/9067740646690067438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/9067740646690067438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/cambodia-diaries-do-you-believe-in.html' title='Cambodia Diaries: Do you believe in the supernatural?'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-413qW_24zC8/TqVm0WCgZOI/AAAAAAAAExw/0LMTEZ10JUs/s72-c/DSCN0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1186540477756217396</id><published>2011-10-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:11:45.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia Diaries: Central Angkor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am still on the same day I visited Angkor Wat. Below are the lesser known temples around Angkor Wat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMtd6T3_aZw/TqBANxMIIjI/AAAAAAAAEvo/nfL-NPoCfKo/s1600/bayon.0.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMtd6T3_aZw/TqBANxMIIjI/AAAAAAAAEvo/nfL-NPoCfKo/s320/bayon.0.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;South Gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Statues welcoming you on your way in. Some does not have heads and the reason is mentioned in the last entry. If you look at their backs, you can tell whose heads is new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HVp6vmI2Gs/TqA-6KfXHMI/AAAAAAAAEug/5gsyKbjz0T8/s1600/DSCN0358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HVp6vmI2Gs/TqA-6KfXHMI/AAAAAAAAEug/5gsyKbjz0T8/s320/DSCN0358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preah Pithu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FU9VjSlP3vs/TqA_OBmTkHI/AAAAAAAAEuw/NoTGt_2mgTg/s1600/bayon.3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FU9VjSlP3vs/TqA_OBmTkHI/AAAAAAAAEuw/NoTGt_2mgTg/s320/bayon.3.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The distinctive face tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKPFCzDaWX8/TqA_O4uPSzI/AAAAAAAAEu4/bXB7gfnoiI0/s1600/bayon.4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKPFCzDaWX8/TqA_O4uPSzI/AAAAAAAAEu4/bXB7gfnoiI0/s320/bayon.4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Secret garden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xKmkCHOGqM/TqA_PaPkQNI/AAAAAAAAEvA/2mdpMfBZgcQ/s1600/bayon.5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xKmkCHOGqM/TqA_PaPkQNI/AAAAAAAAEvA/2mdpMfBZgcQ/s1600/bayon.5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Noticed there are a lot of stones on the ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These are from the original buildings that were removed and waiting to be restored. If you look closely, you will see numberings on every stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Re8h-JV19Ig/TqA_PyU3sOI/AAAAAAAAEvI/WzdOQx9G7Ds/s1600/bayon.6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Re8h-JV19Ig/TqA_PyU3sOI/AAAAAAAAEvI/WzdOQx9G7Ds/s1600/bayon.6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Phimeanakas &amp;amp; The Royal Palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My wall paper on my phone since the trip last month. Something about it gave me a piece of mind everytime I look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcgudYldc9Q/TqA_Q2lzyUI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/IHvfd-KuXF8/s1600/bayon.7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcgudYldc9Q/TqA_Q2lzyUI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/IHvfd-KuXF8/s1600/bayon.7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amazing how trees can grow so beautifully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhO3bis0iRs/TqA_Rer_KlI/AAAAAAAAEvY/avLFff2T9WQ/s1600/bayon.8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhO3bis0iRs/TqA_Rer_KlI/AAAAAAAAEvY/avLFff2T9WQ/s1600/bayon.8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most mystical and nicest picture I have on my iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gT5u21WrlbQ/TqA_R6SR3DI/AAAAAAAAEvg/T2K8EwjcTH8/s1600/bayon.9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gT5u21WrlbQ/TqA_R6SR3DI/AAAAAAAAEvg/T2K8EwjcTH8/s1600/bayon.9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Old stones, newer stones and makeshift stairs everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2DiEk1H_Yc/TqBE-Sj7cKI/AAAAAAAAEvw/xV86cpqU5GA/s1600/IMG_1235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2DiEk1H_Yc/TqBE-Sj7cKI/AAAAAAAAEvw/xV86cpqU5GA/s1600/IMG_1235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Elephant Terrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Damages and restoration are a common sight. This place is less than done with restoration.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;After a while, you may find that the temples kind of looked the same but they do look different if you look closely. A guide book comes in handy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1186540477756217396?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1186540477756217396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1186540477756217396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1186540477756217396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1186540477756217396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/cambodia-diaries-central-angkor.html' title='Cambodia Diaries: Central Angkor'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMtd6T3_aZw/TqBANxMIIjI/AAAAAAAAEvo/nfL-NPoCfKo/s72-c/bayon.0.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-488390201765283533</id><published>2011-10-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:23:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia Diaries: Wat? Oh. Angkor Wat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;Angkor Wat being one of the seven wonders of the world is a must visit place in Cambodia. Angkor Wat is ONE of the places to visit. It is only one temple and it is surrounded by many more temples. I strongly suggest you buy a 7 day pass for USD $100 if you want to visit all the temples. I only got a 3 day pass and I regretted not staying longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: cyan; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HsU3v_QqpE/TpwyTf9ffjI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Lf2uogk7E3Q/s1600/DSCN0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HsU3v_QqpE/TpwyTf9ffjI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Lf2uogk7E3Q/s320/DSCN0235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, restoration works is visible everywhere. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Men and women alike, wear something to cover your knees if you want to enter. Noticed this is a norm for Hindi and Buddhist temples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: cyan; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NawYEISHEcg/TpwxvZV3DRI/AAAAAAAAEs4/ToqsXQVKU4s/s1600/DSCN0252.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NawYEISHEcg/TpwxvZV3DRI/AAAAAAAAEs4/ToqsXQVKU4s/s320/DSCN0252.1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me enjoying the greens and soaking myself in perspiration in the rainy and humid weather,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: cyan; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0XvdQACXmE/TpwztdiOk_I/AAAAAAAAEuY/zwDhED5S51w/s1600/DSCN0256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0XvdQACXmE/TpwztdiOk_I/AAAAAAAAEuY/zwDhED5S51w/s320/DSCN0256.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;while recapping my A level history classes. Mahabharata anyone?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: cyan; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TH3jRdiTKTU/Tpwxv_vlN0I/AAAAAAAAEtA/7wZAGwOhMmY/s1600/DSCN0281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TH3jRdiTKTU/Tpwxv_vlN0I/AAAAAAAAEtA/7wZAGwOhMmY/s320/DSCN0281.JPG" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Highest point where pregnant women and children under 12 are not allowed to climb. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hats and sunglasses must be removed before you are allowed to climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oI37bTSTiHI/Tpwx4j18T0I/AAAAAAAAEtI/YuFNlVdUD9s/s1600/DSCN0286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oI37bTSTiHI/Tpwx4j18T0I/AAAAAAAAEtI/YuFNlVdUD9s/s320/DSCN0286.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Glad that restoration works is going on and tourists safety is important.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;The original size of the steps is like half the size of my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking down, my legs turned wobbly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSEmFkRPQNM/Tpwx5GgeCQI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/_-x1E5udgGA/s1600/DSCN0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSEmFkRPQNM/Tpwx5GgeCQI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/_-x1E5udgGA/s320/DSCN0291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is a designated path to your right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJpMiCQC5vg/Tpwx5r0_LoI/AAAAAAAAEtY/5TPPhwQyAto/s1600/DSCN0292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJpMiCQC5vg/Tpwx5r0_LoI/AAAAAAAAEtY/5TPPhwQyAto/s320/DSCN0292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Buildings have four sides to represent one for each direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;The sleeping buddha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zywYbci5fEc/Tpwx6KabA7I/AAAAAAAAEtg/XE_pZc07ub4/s1600/DSCN0313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zywYbci5fEc/Tpwx6KabA7I/AAAAAAAAEtg/XE_pZc07ub4/s320/DSCN0313.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;Headless Buddha is a common sight. Heart pain when I see that. Most heads were chopped off and stolen during the Khmer Rouge period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---aQMcbb0jg/Tpwx6j7q4JI/AAAAAAAAEto/lrKo-WpRGxM/s1600/DSCN0324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---aQMcbb0jg/Tpwx6j7q4JI/AAAAAAAAEto/lrKo-WpRGxM/s1600/DSCN0324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-co96Qo_t25g/Tpwx7CA2H8I/AAAAAAAAEtw/MgfjqvW-TCk/s1600/DSCN0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-co96Qo_t25g/Tpwx7CA2H8I/AAAAAAAAEtw/MgfjqvW-TCk/s320/DSCN0326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not sure what was wrong but my new camera jammed while trying to take this picture. I could not restart it or anything. Think I offended the supernatural because I stood on the step which was the same level as the statues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;I apologized and promised to show what I have seen in Cambodia to the world. The camera miraculously worked again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YY3cWI_wjUI/Tpwx7rOZ_jI/AAAAAAAAEt4/zQCs5BZXRFA/s1600/DSCN0327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YY3cWI_wjUI/Tpwx7rOZ_jI/AAAAAAAAEt4/zQCs5BZXRFA/s320/DSCN0327.JPG" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;To the left, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dKJSP9cKD-8/Tpwx8QFprpI/AAAAAAAAEuA/JeSrXxmemZU/s1600/DSCN0328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dKJSP9cKD-8/Tpwx8QFprpI/AAAAAAAAEuA/JeSrXxmemZU/s320/DSCN0328.JPG" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the right are both headless statues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;How can your heart not ache when you see this? Angkor Wat is nicely restored but many of the temples around are not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U88hZKd2-7Y/Tpwx80SfHpI/AAAAAAAAEuI/J1xmro_GECE/s1600/DSCN0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U88hZKd2-7Y/Tpwx80SfHpI/AAAAAAAAEuI/J1xmro_GECE/s320/DSCN0335.JPG" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See how everyone is holding on to their life on their way down. Going up is easier than coming down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-488390201765283533?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/488390201765283533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=488390201765283533&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/488390201765283533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/488390201765283533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/cambodia-diaries-wat-oh-angkor-wat.html' title='Cambodia Diaries: Wat? Oh. Angkor Wat'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HsU3v_QqpE/TpwyTf9ffjI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Lf2uogk7E3Q/s72-c/DSCN0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2399181185920996628</id><published>2011-10-16T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T01:25:07.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia Diaries: Food Food Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The first restaurant visited felt like restaurants in the olden days in Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAraxayDD98/TpWrhpBKnGI/AAAAAAAAEpU/p8hDi_t6CRk/s1600/IMG_1196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAraxayDD98/TpWrhpBKnGI/AAAAAAAAEpU/p8hDi_t6CRk/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JicZ5nkST4/TpWrm7poUdI/AAAAAAAAEpc/pcBqLwAtkSA/s1600/IMG_1197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JicZ5nkST4/TpWrm7poUdI/AAAAAAAAEpc/pcBqLwAtkSA/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTO_5Wb1Be4/TpWsjEIEaqI/AAAAAAAAEp8/YINrVMKQzds/s1600/294172_10150284190141260_575186259_8043497_1593197237_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTO_5Wb1Be4/TpWsjEIEaqI/AAAAAAAAEp8/YINrVMKQzds/s320/294172_10150284190141260_575186259_8043497_1593197237_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5OO2vuvYLM/TpWssmgOUvI/AAAAAAAAEqE/C0yOax6omhA/s1600/DSCN0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5OO2vuvYLM/TpWssmgOUvI/AAAAAAAAEqE/C0yOax6omhA/s320/DSCN0150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzZk0-01sko/TpWsiW8PeMI/AAAAAAAAEp0/c0Z5-_bqmAg/s1600/307887_10150284190091260_575186259_8043496_1128166055_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzZk0-01sko/TpWsiW8PeMI/AAAAAAAAEp0/c0Z5-_bqmAg/s320/307887_10150284190091260_575186259_8043496_1128166055_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;My dish was not served after everyone had their meal. Turned out that the server forgot my order. Not happy on the first day for the first meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-flk00AsdFPc/TpWrs5hY9OI/AAAAAAAAEpk/wDBiU_K7bls/s1600/IMG_1214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-flk00AsdFPc/TpWrs5hY9OI/AAAAAAAAEpk/wDBiU_K7bls/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;I end up having a club sandwich and a beer back at the hotel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;USD $4.50 for a sandwich and $2.50 for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;Here, I discovered the beauty and light taste of Angkor beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tZ4C8I89HuY/TpWuce1RgVI/AAAAAAAAEqU/ls00zcpgIsY/s1600/DSCN0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tZ4C8I89HuY/TpWuce1RgVI/AAAAAAAAEqU/ls00zcpgIsY/s320/DSCN0174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember I mentioned you have to have some local currency for streetside food? It is for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HBtya59SUq0/TpWulJtLAxI/AAAAAAAAEqc/x0o0yTwPLH4/s1600/DSCN0334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HBtya59SUq0/TpWulJtLAxI/AAAAAAAAEqc/x0o0yTwPLH4/s320/DSCN0334.JPG" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;It taste like kongbah (pork) wrapped with huat kueh.&amp;nbsp;Must try for only $0.50!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Do try their french loaf too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdzNmlasztk/TpWuG9vsxFI/AAAAAAAAEqM/5WO0oE99wrM/s1600/316863_10150284221066260_575186259_8043689_670606950_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdzNmlasztk/TpWuG9vsxFI/AAAAAAAAEqM/5WO0oE99wrM/s320/316863_10150284221066260_575186259_8043689_670606950_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;For teabreak, the discovery of cheap beer ($0.50) and Cambodian food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0JdHIkOKDc/TpWuqnlSymI/AAAAAAAAEqk/1QX4jNbzMho/s1600/IMG_1246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0JdHIkOKDc/TpWuqnlSymI/AAAAAAAAEqk/1QX4jNbzMho/s320/IMG_1246.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3BrmEV1GOU/TpWuxZq2OjI/AAAAAAAAEqs/GGv0FyL8JDg/s1600/IMG_1248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3BrmEV1GOU/TpWuxZq2OjI/AAAAAAAAEqs/GGv0FyL8JDg/s320/IMG_1248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvF51HNOISg/TpWu1ejHToI/AAAAAAAAEq0/UfZrVyMZ9AQ/s1600/IMG_1249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvF51HNOISg/TpWu1ejHToI/AAAAAAAAEq0/UfZrVyMZ9AQ/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZoVaUunOmE/TpWu7tuyheI/AAAAAAAAEq8/q6D6dl3akvE/s1600/IMG_1250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZoVaUunOmE/TpWu7tuyheI/AAAAAAAAEq8/q6D6dl3akvE/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;If you can't imagine the taste, think non-spicy Thai food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Average price per dish is $2.50. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE_bUcUPK5o/TpWvClit3MI/AAAAAAAAErE/gPHsTMS3GT0/s1600/IMG_1255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE_bUcUPK5o/TpWvClit3MI/AAAAAAAAErE/gPHsTMS3GT0/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Cambodian fast food but I think it is actually Chinese. Packed with people everytime I walked past. Both English and Chinese displayed the name as Happy Burger. It's fried so nothing special. One thing I noticed was they love displaying their food by piling. The higher the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N1Va8-kvFQ/TpWvMomxgBI/AAAAAAAAErM/CHr7_yfcPk8/s1600/IMG_1261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N1Va8-kvFQ/TpWvMomxgBI/AAAAAAAAErM/CHr7_yfcPk8/s320/IMG_1261.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;No dinner again and I find myself back at the hotel restaurant. Too late to eat, hence I ordered a hot chocolate. The most expensive milo in my life at $3.50. My niece was with me that time so multiply the milo by two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TRjet0ygD-w/TpWxmzXZUcI/AAAAAAAAErU/3MzQUuJYujs/s1600/DSCN0502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TRjet0ygD-w/TpWxmzXZUcI/AAAAAAAAErU/3MzQUuJYujs/s320/DSCN0502.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;After watching the sunrise and visiting more places, the driver brought us to a tourist place for lunch. Non spicy food. 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text-align: center;"&gt;Buffet dinner is complimentary at Smile of Angkor Theater.&lt;br /&gt;$48 for an hour show with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GdK6SzU3FbU/TpW0Ys0KzlI/AAAAAAAAErk/g-0WwC8fgRg/s1600/DSCN0893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GdK6SzU3FbU/TpW0Ys0KzlI/AAAAAAAAErk/g-0WwC8fgRg/s320/DSCN0893.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Keep hydrated orally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YwLUjriRhgw/TpW0fZzolDI/AAAAAAAAErs/UGa12FOfLmM/s1600/DSCN1019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YwLUjriRhgw/TpW0fZzolDI/AAAAAAAAErs/UGa12FOfLmM/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Angkor Beer again at Cafe Central&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3soZJMsVnPk/TpW0lK1F4oI/AAAAAAAAEr0/f01p_etmKdk/s1600/DSCN1028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3soZJMsVnPk/TpW0lK1F4oI/AAAAAAAAEr0/f01p_etmKdk/s320/DSCN1028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzzDsddbix8/TpW0sMyL57I/AAAAAAAAEr8/1Ir4F31Vv5g/s1600/DSCN1029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzzDsddbix8/TpW0sMyL57I/AAAAAAAAEr8/1Ir4F31Vv5g/s320/DSCN1029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;First day of being vegetarian, hence a vegetarian burger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vylFV3D7Svw/TpW0z7g05qI/AAAAAAAAEsE/8HJ7iD2U5mA/s1600/DSCN1035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vylFV3D7Svw/TpW0z7g05qI/AAAAAAAAEsE/8HJ7iD2U5mA/s320/DSCN1035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;As it was close to Mid-Autumn festival, they have roadshow selling mooncakes too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5sRue5zGdI/TpW0-w1-rqI/AAAAAAAAEsM/pXWAaP1UzEY/s1600/DSCN1036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5sRue5zGdI/TpW0-w1-rqI/AAAAAAAAEsM/pXWAaP1UzEY/s320/DSCN1036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Wait... Is this Cambodian?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2399181185920996628?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2399181185920996628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2399181185920996628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2399181185920996628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2399181185920996628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/cambodia-diaries-food-food-food.html' title='Cambodia Diaries: Food Food Food'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAraxayDD98/TpWrhpBKnGI/AAAAAAAAEpU/p8hDi_t6CRk/s72-c/IMG_1196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8041480779380870984</id><published>2011-10-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:12:52.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia Diaries: Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #38761d; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70gTKphEvE0/TpFIWZKNosI/AAAAAAAAEpI/M7wSE9bDi_c/s1600/IMG_1660%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70gTKphEvE0/TpFIWZKNosI/AAAAAAAAEpI/M7wSE9bDi_c/s320/IMG_1660%255B1%255D" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Money Money&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Before visiting any country, you have to make a trip to the money changer. It is only common sense to have some local currency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;However, after consulting a friend who made a trip to Cambodia recently, I was told that USD is widely accepted and there is no need to hold Riel. I regretted heeding the advice because unlike Singapore, &lt;b&gt;Cambodia does not return change in coins &lt;/b&gt;and Riel is all you will receive after buying anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Pay USD and get your change in Riel. How does that sound?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Furthermore, you do need local currency to pay for bottled water and food sold by the roadside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I made the terrible mistake of trusting the money changer. Let's just say &lt;b&gt;I was not cautious enough&lt;/b&gt;. I changed USD$300 for my trip and I walked off without taking a second look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;The problem was only highlighted to me in Cambodia when the locals rejected my note. A $20 bill had translucent tape on it and the $100 bill was slightly torn in the middle. The hotel, the roadside stalls and practically any place that ran a business &lt;b&gt;rejected my money even though the money is not counterfeit&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;After checking with the locals, they told me I could exchange my note in any bank for a small fee. The so-call banks is more like our money changer. I was charged $4 to exchange my faulty notes for usable money. It may not sound a lot but you can have a nice meal in a restaurant complete with a can of beer with that money in Cambodia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;The next time I exchange any USD, &lt;b&gt;I am going to stand in front of the money changer and check every note before I leave. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8041480779380870984?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8041480779380870984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8041480779380870984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8041480779380870984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8041480779380870984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/cambodia-diaries-money.html' title='Cambodia Diaries: Money'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70gTKphEvE0/TpFIWZKNosI/AAAAAAAAEpI/M7wSE9bDi_c/s72-c/IMG_1660%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-4656194979083440289</id><published>2011-10-09T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:31:44.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Yes and It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;The first time I applied for leave after my conversion from a temporary to a permanent employee is for my annulment. I took half a day off but really, &lt;b&gt;the procedure is only five minutes&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Also, for the amount of money I paid the lawyer, we exchanged less than 10 lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Coincidently, &lt;b&gt;my lawyer happened to be a school mate of my soon to be ex husband&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously, is there anyone in this world that don't know him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Afraid that I will be nervous and break down, the lawyer asked me to watch and get a feel how it will be like. I am not someone that is afraid to speak in public and I am definitely used to stares from strangers from my previous job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;What made me nervous was, the soon to be ex husband was sitting beside me. I asked him to go off but he insisted to appear in court. I was afraid he will contest but he did not. &lt;b&gt;He said he just wanted to be there&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"I solemnly swear it is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;And the judge announced for us to wait three months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;The lawyer shook our hands, congratulated us and mentioned it went well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;He dropped me off after the hearing without uttering a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Guess it's really over. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-4656194979083440289?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4656194979083440289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=4656194979083440289&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4656194979083440289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4656194979083440289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-yes-and-its-over.html' title='5 Yes and It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-3530716933735354748</id><published>2011-10-06T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:13:46.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Tomorrow afternoon, I will have to attend a court hearing for annulment of my marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb0vHCC4cXU/To3FTnwvd1I/AAAAAAAAEpE/jxt7AtSc4bA/s1600/Judge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb0vHCC4cXU/To3FTnwvd1I/AAAAAAAAEpE/jxt7AtSc4bA/s320/Judge.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: center;"&gt;Will it be approved? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I don't feel anything now but I know&lt;b&gt; I may burst into tears anytime &lt;/b&gt;tomorrow. Sometimes emotions can only be felt at the most inappropriate times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Numbness, overflow of emotions and then tears. Tears comes after tears again until emotions and tears run dry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I took an average or two years to get over failed relationships. How long will it take for me to recover from a failed marriage? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;When judgement day comes, what will the verdict be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I promised to do my best when I made my vows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I seriously swear I tried my best in this marriage but to no avail because I am not married to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am tired&lt;/b&gt; and I want out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-3530716933735354748?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3530716933735354748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=3530716933735354748&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3530716933735354748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3530716933735354748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/judgement-day.html' title='Judgement Day'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb0vHCC4cXU/To3FTnwvd1I/AAAAAAAAEpE/jxt7AtSc4bA/s72-c/Judge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-315983485056330828</id><published>2011-10-05T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:39:52.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Sand</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On mrt one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"小姐，金沙怎么去？＂&lt;br /&gt;"Miss, how do I go to Golden Sand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＂金沙？做什么的？＂&lt;br /&gt;"Golden sand? What does the place do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＂赌场，赌场。＂&lt;br /&gt;"Casino, casino."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Marina Bay Sands. Golden sand is the direct Chinese translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After showing him which stop he should get off, he started shivering. He could not contain his excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me felt guilty despite directing him to the place he wanted to go. I knew he was going to gamble. Hope he doesn't lose his life savings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that glitters is not gold. The parties, the glamour, the people and the thrill. A place where glamourous parties and the so call high class people frequents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights, the lasers and its vibes. It is a place where it is easy to lose yourself and it doesn't have to be the casino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soon to be ex husband frequents this place. I wonder if all our money was spent on the overpriced alcohol or on the gambling table...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-315983485056330828?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/315983485056330828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=315983485056330828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/315983485056330828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/315983485056330828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/09/sgp-weekend.html' title='Golden Sand'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2660061407337453725</id><published>2011-10-01T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:07:13.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 19: My Situation Suck Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaldaRFYbt4/TodDBgzuOsI/AAAAAAAAEow/C_uEjLWjR_4/s1600/poll+19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaldaRFYbt4/TodDBgzuOsI/AAAAAAAAEow/C_uEjLWjR_4/s320/poll+19.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;In regards to an earlier post on &lt;a href="http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/09/whose-situation-sucked-more.html"&gt;Sept 17&lt;/a&gt; which my ex colleague and I had too much and puked all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Results of the poll is co-related to the frequency of event happening to the voter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Least votes: &lt;u&gt;Taking care of two puking colleagues alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Taking care of drunk people does happen often. If you drink, you would have taken care of your friends several times when they were drunk. I remembered I had to resort to threathening them that I will leave them by the side of the road if they got drunk again. Not exactly a good situation but I guess it is bearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Least Votes: &lt;u&gt;Losing your belongings while drunk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;If you were dead drunk, you should be thankful you are still in one piece. At least what you lose is only money? I would hate to wake up losing a kidney. Nobody should be getting dead drunk frequently. If you do, you are qualified to be called an alcoholic and you should seek help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Most votes: &lt;u&gt;A Failed Marriage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Everybody get to take care of their drunk friends and everyone have the opportunity to get dead drunk but not everybody get to end their own marriage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;My situation suck the most. Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2660061407337453725?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2660061407337453725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2660061407337453725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2660061407337453725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2660061407337453725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-situation-suck-most.html' title='Poll Evaluation 19: My Situation Suck Most'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaldaRFYbt4/TodDBgzuOsI/AAAAAAAAEow/C_uEjLWjR_4/s72-c/poll+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-4285152864211800374</id><published>2011-09-27T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T23:14:23.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;My heart feel heavy and I can feel my tears everytime people mention about him. My heart &lt;b&gt;still hurts&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5439AhQHd3o/ToHMadfVLFI/AAAAAAAAEos/1l2s9t-4YSg/s1600/bleeding-heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5439AhQHd3o/ToHMadfVLFI/AAAAAAAAEos/1l2s9t-4YSg/s320/bleeding-heart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You know, I have already listed out why I left the man I vowed to spend the rest of my life with. Quit asking me questions. There is a reason why I write it my out and the reason is to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;save myself from repeating so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;If you really want to know, scroll down and read. It is not complicated to begin with so it should not be difficult to understand unless you are really dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I made a practical decision to cut my losses and in order to reach this goal, I had to spend more money. I am not happy. Unless you are going to chip in, don't ask me how much the piece of paper with the signature of &lt;b&gt;the lawyer I have never &lt;/b&gt;met cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Thank you for asking how I am coping but &lt;b&gt;I am fine as long as you don't keep asking&lt;/b&gt;. Non-stop questions really get on my nerves. You can talk about the trees, the grass and how many cockroaches I killed in my lifetime. It will definitely take things off my mind and I will be happy to discuss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"You will find someone better", seemed like the standard comfort words. Hello... For goodness sake, I DID NOT GET OUT OF A MARRIAGE BECAUSE I WANT SOMEONE BETTER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can change for the better and admit he have problems and seek help, I will take him back. I left not because I don't love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I left to prove my point and to save myself from being hurt deeper. It hurts because I still care and he probably doesn't. It still hurts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-4285152864211800374?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4285152864211800374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=4285152864211800374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4285152864211800374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4285152864211800374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/09/still-hurts.html' title='Still Hurts'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5439AhQHd3o/ToHMadfVLFI/AAAAAAAAEos/1l2s9t-4YSg/s72-c/bleeding-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1955353091147713497</id><published>2011-09-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:06:57.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 18: Only One Non-Fucking Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esMkwq4D-fw/TndO4UXQCHI/AAAAAAAAEoI/I4P8ccklBBw/s1600/Poll+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esMkwq4D-fw/TndO4UXQCHI/AAAAAAAAEoI/I4P8ccklBBw/s320/Poll+18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;120 took part in the poll and 30 per cent could not last more than a month! &lt;b&gt;ONLY ONE NON-FUCKING MONTH?! &lt;/b&gt;C'mon people, you can do better than that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;Compared to the time before I met my ex-husband, I believe I would be in the same category. When I was married, maybe one month? &lt;b&gt;To think that I complained about the lack of sex&lt;/b&gt; then. Right now, I would be in the approaching six months category. Surprise surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;THB is not horny anymore?!!! Sigh... Not that I no longer get horny, it's just that I don't go around looking for sex like I used to. Hey, I am approaching 30 and I believe I have not reached my sexual peak yet. &lt;b&gt;I really dunno how I can survive when the time comes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;Anyway, who are the 25 jokers that put "I'm a virgin"? All of you really need a spanking. I don't think my blog has turned into a sex education blog for virgins yet and 25 is a number too high. If you are a virgin, good for you. Don't start because the feeling of not having it can be unbearable sometimes. Well, most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;For those that lasted six months and above, THB *salutes*. I am joining your club soon... (-.-)" I know you are all decent people. Somehow a few faces popped up when I was looking at the figures. You know who you are and don't worry, I won't tell... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Dear 24 per cent who have regular sex, good luck and I am definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;green &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;with envy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1955353091147713497?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1955353091147713497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1955353091147713497&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1955353091147713497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1955353091147713497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/09/poll-evaluation-18-only-one-non-fucking.html' title='Poll Evaluation 18: Only One Non-Fucking Month'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esMkwq4D-fw/TndO4UXQCHI/AAAAAAAAEoI/I4P8ccklBBw/s72-c/Poll+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-6142636853467207204</id><published>2011-09-17T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T23:25:41.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Situation Sucked More?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Today was not easy for me. You see, &lt;b&gt;I should be celebrating my first year wedding anniversary today&lt;/b&gt; if I had not agreed to file for an annulment. This sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I was out drinking last night till dawn starting with 2 bottles of wine at The Wine Network at Dempsey with my colleagues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9l3z0LJ_EU/TnS0_CXetAI/AAAAAAAAEn8/QcXM9SUVG90/s1600/DSCN1068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9l3z0LJ_EU/TnS0_CXetAI/AAAAAAAAEn8/QcXM9SUVG90/s320/DSCN1068.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Then,the new boy who is paid more than me suggested we experience a student's drinking life which we happily obliged. He brought us to this shop at Holiday Inn (Atrium) and bought a bottle of Chivas together with some mixers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbxFud6gl0M/TnS17qJCluI/AAAAAAAAEoA/VzAjGauIzs4/s1600/DSCN1093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbxFud6gl0M/TnS17qJCluI/AAAAAAAAEoA/VzAjGauIzs4/s320/DSCN1093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We ended up settling down near this bridge which is apprently known as the "Blue Bridge" near the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: left;"&gt;What is drinking without any games? I lost consciousness and slept after downing two plastic cup full of self mixed Burbon Coke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;I got really drunk and puked my lovely dinner from PS Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugij5ScvxEQ/TnS4VGUHkwI/AAAAAAAAEoE/ggyKqKYWInM/s1600/IMG_1358%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugij5ScvxEQ/TnS4VGUHkwI/AAAAAAAAEoE/ggyKqKYWInM/s320/IMG_1358%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: left;"&gt;By the time I got up, the whole bottle was empty and I found myself alone while my colleagues were in the toilet together. &lt;b&gt;One puking and little boy holding her hair&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I slept again until I heard the security guard talking... My colleague who was in the toilet puking left her bag in the open and &lt;b&gt;someone happily walked up and took it away while I was asleep&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Sucks sucks sucks. I dunno whose situation sucked more. An anniversary you won't be celebrating, losing your valuables or taking care of two drunk colleagues alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-6142636853467207204?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6142636853467207204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=6142636853467207204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6142636853467207204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6142636853467207204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/09/whose-situation-sucked-more.html' title='Whose Situation Sucked More?'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9l3z0LJ_EU/TnS0_CXetAI/AAAAAAAAEn8/QcXM9SUVG90/s72-c/DSCN1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2002982208713280637</id><published>2011-09-14T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:24:16.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Upset. Very upset. Just found out I am paid lower than a fresh graduate in the same department. He is holding the same degree. The difference is, I have more years of working experience and in the company longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Many say education means nothing. All right so now, my experiences meant nothing compared to a fresh graduate. I am soooooooo upset. If education and experiences meant nothing then what does? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHtfsv8no_w/TnCaz9WG4uI/AAAAAAAAEn4/g93I3Ab67AY/s1600/upset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHtfsv8no_w/TnCaz9WG4uI/AAAAAAAAEn4/g93I3Ab67AY/s1600/upset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;I doubt he is fucking the boss. Upset. SOoooooooooo &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;UPSET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2002982208713280637?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2002982208713280637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2002982208713280637&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2002982208713280637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2002982208713280637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/09/soooooooo-upset.html' title='Upset!!!!'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHtfsv8no_w/TnCaz9WG4uI/AAAAAAAAEn4/g93I3Ab67AY/s72-c/upset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2296785866623631082</id><published>2011-09-11T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:11:53.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Big Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;While in Cambodia, I felt that the super single bed In the hotel was too big for some strange reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAt9dr67_1w/TmyU28EL_NI/AAAAAAAAEn0/ECUoQ9etHS0/s1600/Bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAt9dr67_1w/TmyU28EL_NI/AAAAAAAAEn0/ECUoQ9etHS0/s320/Bed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Superior Room at &lt;a href="http://www.princedangkor.com/"&gt;Prince d'Ankor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Although the bed is really comfortable, I really don't like sleeping on a bigger bed when I have to sleep alone. There is really so much space one person can take on a bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bigger the bed, the lonelier I am...&lt;/b&gt; Now don't come inviting me to share your bed please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A big bed can be comfortable and you can do many things together on a big bed. However, in terms of the sleeping part, I felt that the bigger the bed, the further apart couples sleep. The idea of sharing a bed is to be close to one another. A big bed defeats the purpose of sleeping together if you sleep further apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Anyway, now that the papers are already signed by both parties and I am in no hurry to look for another bed, I shall not worry about a bed that is too big as long as I have one to sleep on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2296785866623631082?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2296785866623631082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2296785866623631082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2296785866623631082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2296785866623631082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/09/lonely-big-bed.html' title='Lonely Big Bed'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAt9dr67_1w/TmyU28EL_NI/AAAAAAAAEn0/ECUoQ9etHS0/s72-c/Bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8111626076974457253</id><published>2011-09-07T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:04:09.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 17: Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ7PCtEpJR4/Tmbchu2GaoI/AAAAAAAAEns/KY3-phxcZxY/s1600/poll+17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ7PCtEpJR4/Tmbchu2GaoI/AAAAAAAAEns/KY3-phxcZxY/s320/poll+17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Definition of a Holiday: A day free from work that one may spend at leisure, especially a day on  which custom or the law dictates a halting of general business activity  to commemorate or celebrate a particular event. (&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/Holiday"&gt;Free online dictionary&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I am having 3 days away from work and does that mean I am having a major holiday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Anyway, there are no hard and fast rules about holiday. What matters is what it means to you. Where you go, who you go with and if you are happy. To the 64 per cent who voted "lots of sex in a foreign land", maybe you don't even need to go that far just to have sex unless it is cheap paid sex...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I was happy during my last trip to Bali. Really happy. It cleared my mind to the extent that I signed the annulment papers the very next day after I touched down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Today, I am going away to sort out my feelings. Maybe when I come back, my heart will learn to be tough. May the powers of Angkor Wat bless me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8111626076974457253?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8111626076974457253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8111626076974457253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8111626076974457253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8111626076974457253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/09/poll-evaluation-17-holiday.html' title='Poll Evaluation 17: Holiday'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ7PCtEpJR4/Tmbchu2GaoI/AAAAAAAAEns/KY3-phxcZxY/s72-c/poll+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-5526949030560473063</id><published>2011-09-04T04:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T01:00:13.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>就只不过如此而已</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在情歌里，我听不到你的声音&lt;br /&gt;在情书里，我读不到你的用心&lt;br /&gt;在空气中，我闻不到你的存在&lt;br /&gt;在食物里，我吃不出你的味道&lt;br /&gt;在电视节目里，看不到我们的故事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们在彼此的生活里扮演的角色&lt;br /&gt;就只不过如此而已&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-5526949030560473063?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5526949030560473063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=5526949030560473063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5526949030560473063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5526949030560473063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='就只不过如此而已'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-4792507799161710420</id><published>2011-09-01T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:32:38.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much, Too Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;It was a good day until the law firm called.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;I was happy with my current situation until he texted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Love my job until I realized I have less than a month left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Desired to take a long break until my bank account reminded me it is not possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Want to set up another business venture until I come to terms that I am too lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Is there a way to enjoy life without worrying about money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Is it possible to be happy without being in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Can I do something I enjoy and make a living out of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;I want to bake. I want to sew. I want to create. I want to serve. I want to sell. I want to socialize. I want to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Too many things to do, too little time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Too many worries, too little thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Too much desire, too little effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you too much, you put in too little.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-4792507799161710420?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4792507799161710420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=4792507799161710420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4792507799161710420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4792507799161710420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-much-too-little.html' title='Too Much, Too Little'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-4118400157579133814</id><published>2011-08-29T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:14:36.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A win is a win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Okay peeps. What's done cannot be undone. A win is a win is a win. We knew the answer before it started but at least we fought for our beliefs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I can't believe I took part in the conspiracy to help the guy whom close to 70 per cent of my fellow Singaporeans and I did not vote to be elected as president. Close to 70 per cent of Singaporeans who voted are unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, show this at KFC and you &lt;u&gt;may&lt;/u&gt; get a free zinger meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1C-q8niKSA/Tlpln6pdlOI/AAAAAAAAEnk/EpOHbK-n6A4/s1600/IMG_1142%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1C-q8niKSA/Tlpln6pdlOI/AAAAAAAAEnk/EpOHbK-n6A4/s320/IMG_1142%255B1%255D" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can see that you are smiling now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;At least there is something to make you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;(Please do not show this at KFC because I don't think they will be very happy if they see this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFRPFojFNH4/Tlplu8NWPUI/AAAAAAAAEno/mvMbNP_5x1c/s1600/mr+yam.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFRPFojFNH4/Tlplu8NWPUI/AAAAAAAAEno/mvMbNP_5x1c/s320/mr+yam.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Hey Mr President, congratulations. My friend sent her well wishes too. I think she is the 70 per cent that did not vote for you... Now. t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;he first task for you is to get people to know your name...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-4118400157579133814?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4118400157579133814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=4118400157579133814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4118400157579133814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4118400157579133814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/08/win-is-win.html' title='A win is a win'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1C-q8niKSA/Tlpln6pdlOI/AAAAAAAAEnk/EpOHbK-n6A4/s72-c/IMG_1142%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2167952216558987390</id><published>2011-08-25T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:42:45.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forest and The Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;While drinking with a colleague one evening, "Don't give up a forest for a tree. I gave up my forest only to realize my tree is rotting inside."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Colleague, "I am still stuck in the forest looking for my tree."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5eX4VYHo4U/TlUpRadltHI/AAAAAAAAEng/gKwFuUTMfO0/s1600/forest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5eX4VYHo4U/TlUpRadltHI/AAAAAAAAEng/gKwFuUTMfO0/s1600/forest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Picking a tree in a forest is like looking for a needle in a haystack. You never know what you are going to get until you get pricked or lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Some pick wisely due to accumulated knowledge. Maybe my knowledge is not deep enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Some pick carefully because they had been pricked before. I probably did not learn from past mistakes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Some people are arguably just plain lucky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My tree is dying and my forest is getting smaller.&lt;/b&gt; When the time comes, what do I do with my tree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;To cut or burn or to make something out of it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2167952216558987390?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2167952216558987390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2167952216558987390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2167952216558987390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2167952216558987390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/08/forest-and-tree.html' title='The Forest and The Tree'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5eX4VYHo4U/TlUpRadltHI/AAAAAAAAEng/gKwFuUTMfO0/s72-c/forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-762573555852513686</id><published>2011-08-21T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:05:18.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 16: It's Only a Condom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: #76a5af; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WkfSx1ULyPs/Tk_d_B0ColI/AAAAAAAAEnc/3etgh2nNMMk/s1600/Poll+1+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WkfSx1ULyPs/Tk_d_B0ColI/AAAAAAAAEnc/3etgh2nNMMk/s320/Poll+1+6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;This topic came about when my lunch buddy came to my desk flushed and said, "This guy in front of me at the vending machine &lt;b&gt;dropped a condom&lt;/b&gt; and I did not dare to tell him. A middle aged auntie behind me told him instead. He picked it up and walked away without taking his drink."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;I would not be embarressed and not picked the damn condom up but this was apparently it an issue for the poor girl who had to go around telling at least five other parties in the department.&lt;b&gt; It felt like kiss and tell session during secondary school days.&lt;/b&gt; I almost forgot I am working in a place full of women inexperience with the opposite sex and sex is rarely discussed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;By right, I think I should be excited but condoms and sex are out of my life at the moment. I never had the issue with looking at condoms because I used to buy and feel them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;"You should have picked it up and return it to him. It's not like you know him and will remember who he is," I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;The person who dropped the condom is probably more embarressed than her. Imagine a cute girl witnessing the act. How could you put a condom in your back pocket and not remember? Then again,&lt;b&gt; if you are meant to be embarressed by a condom you would have dropped it while trying to get money out from your wallet&lt;/b&gt; as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;My heart go out to the poor guy. I believe he will not show up in the same pantry anymore and will never put his condom in his back pocket again. He may put it in his wallet though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"&gt;There is nothing wrong with carrying a condom around and take it easy if it ever embarress you. It's only a condom and &lt;b&gt;being embarressed is a small price to pay&lt;/b&gt; compared to not having one and contracting sexual diseases later. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-762573555852513686?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/762573555852513686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=762573555852513686&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/762573555852513686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/762573555852513686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/08/poll-evaluation-16-its-only-condom.html' title='Poll Evaluation 16: It&apos;s Only a Condom'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WkfSx1ULyPs/Tk_d_B0ColI/AAAAAAAAEnc/3etgh2nNMMk/s72-c/Poll+1+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2235123850167297102</id><published>2011-08-19T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:00:04.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Bali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Warmth from the sun. Freshly baked skin. I am tan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Caught a chill from the cool breeze. I deserved it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Land of the gods. They must be watching over me. I am blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZwWnZIzpxE/Tk0pmNxCH1I/AAAAAAAAEnY/9KAVI5mT16A/s1600/IMG_0995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZwWnZIzpxE/Tk0pmNxCH1I/AAAAAAAAEnY/9KAVI5mT16A/s320/IMG_0995.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Pic taken at W Hotel along Seminyak Beach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;I walk. I walked without complains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;I eat. I ate without watching my weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;I drink. I drank without getting drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;I see. I watch. I admired topless women on the beach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Why no bottomless men? I wondered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Trouble trouble, my troubles seemed so far away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Away away, the waves swept it away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;Bali Bali, I will be back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2235123850167297102?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2235123850167297102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2235123850167297102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2235123850167297102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2235123850167297102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/08/confession-of-day.html' title='Bali Bali'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZwWnZIzpxE/Tk0pmNxCH1I/AAAAAAAAEnY/9KAVI5mT16A/s72-c/IMG_0995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8776530330700330792</id><published>2011-08-16T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:37:20.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like my Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture say a thousand words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost most of my pics but I still have some in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJHsUMJ2x2g/Tkp8bk7KtpI/AAAAAAAAEnU/dahDbKN1t0A/s1600/IMG_0993.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJHsUMJ2x2g/Tkp8bk7KtpI/AAAAAAAAEnU/dahDbKN1t0A/s320/IMG_0993.1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may not be in the best shape but I like my shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8776530330700330792?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8776530330700330792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8776530330700330792&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8776530330700330792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8776530330700330792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-like-my-shadow.html' title='I Like my Shadow'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJHsUMJ2x2g/Tkp8bk7KtpI/AAAAAAAAEnU/dahDbKN1t0A/s72-c/IMG_0993.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-4798010720741475493</id><published>2011-08-11T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:12:34.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Shape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I read a comment asking why the reader have this vision that I am out of shape. Beats me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Considering  that I can longer consider myself as a sweet young thing, I have  cellulite and stretch marks on my hip and thighs despite not having any  kids yet. Having to work out twice if not thrice as hard to maintain my  current weight and for some reason my arms refused to tone up as easily  like they used to, &lt;b&gt;I am out of shape&lt;/b&gt; indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haQhYVBbTDk/TkKtMVQy4aI/AAAAAAAAEnI/jZ3Z20ejViU/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haQhYVBbTDk/TkKtMVQy4aI/AAAAAAAAEnI/jZ3Z20ejViU/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This brings a question, is the hourglass the standard figure men have the perception on women?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;How many gals have the so call perfect hourglass figure?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;How can I be considered out of shape when I was never that shape?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vhpjs_lfep0/TkKtSQEZ15I/AAAAAAAAEnM/2Gpx6DbE1rU/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vhpjs_lfep0/TkKtSQEZ15I/AAAAAAAAEnM/2Gpx6DbE1rU/s1600/index.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Then again, round is a shape too. So are squares, rectangles and ovals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;How can you call other shapes out of shape when they are in shape? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Women happen to come in all shapes and sizes the same way men why happen to have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;different preferences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am not out of shape. I am only in a &lt;b&gt;different shape&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-4798010720741475493?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4798010720741475493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=4798010720741475493&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4798010720741475493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4798010720741475493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/08/different-shape.html' title='Different Shape'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haQhYVBbTDk/TkKtMVQy4aI/AAAAAAAAEnI/jZ3Z20ejViU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1688506031754828682</id><published>2011-08-08T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:13:49.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Just...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nOqgu6lNuMQ/TkKuNY3aZrI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/-c2wps1Z6hU/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nOqgu6lNuMQ/TkKuNY3aZrI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/-c2wps1Z6hU/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I could be in Bali now if not for this Head of XX coming to Singapore office to put some process and structure in my current job which I will only be around for the next 5 weeks.&amp;nbsp;All the head of departments are so damn young and I wonder if they have enough experience. Some do some don't. No consistency. No wonder the bank is losing money. You can take an ang moh out of their country but you cannot take the ang moh mentality out of them. &lt;b&gt;This is just some random bitching.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I am burnt out everyday after work for the past few weeks and I apologize for the first time on The HB Diaries for the lack of updates. I always think it is crap to apologize to people in the virtual world for not updating your own blog but then again, I can be quite crappy sometimes. &lt;b&gt;This is just some random crap.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Can someone tell me why am I always planning my life around others and ruining my own? Okay, I have no career hence I have to plan around others in terms of work. Why&amp;nbsp;did I do that to&amp;nbsp;my personal life as well? &lt;b&gt;This is just a habit.&lt;/b&gt; If I ever have kids I am going to train them to think for themselves first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;In order to stop this foolishness and selflessness, I decided to reward myself by bring myself to a my fantasy world and I finished watching a Korean drama serial. All 20 episodes of it. I also decided to scream at the soon to be ex husband in the middle of the night, dragged my ass out of home&amp;nbsp;and burn a hole in my pocket. Despite all that I am not happier, not smarter and I still hate myself for loving him. &lt;b&gt;This is just me, I figured.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1688506031754828682?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1688506031754828682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1688506031754828682&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1688506031754828682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1688506031754828682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-just.html' title='This Is Just...'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nOqgu6lNuMQ/TkKuNY3aZrI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/-c2wps1Z6hU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-3003266341259576667</id><published>2011-08-03T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:34:26.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Virgins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1YjKUiPMEc/TjlUdzHHEDI/AAAAAAAAEnE/cTccJiqVd5c/s1600/cover+ears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I am working in a sexually deprived place or rather, a place where &lt;b&gt;people are not open about sex&lt;/b&gt; as I was used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;There is a big boss who was married and is now staying with her boyfriend. When she hear people talk about sex, she act shy and say things like, " Oh, don't talk to me about it," and walk away quickly as if &lt;b&gt;words alone will dirty her ears&lt;/b&gt;. Oh please. I don't believe you are that innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1YjKUiPMEc/TjlUdzHHEDI/AAAAAAAAEnE/cTccJiqVd5c/s1600/cover+ears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1YjKUiPMEc/TjlUdzHHEDI/AAAAAAAAEnE/cTccJiqVd5c/s1600/cover+ears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;While drinking with a few colleagues, this 26 year old gal told me she never had a boyfriend. Never had a boyfriend does not mean never done it before for youngsters t nowadays, so I had to probe. Indeed, she is still as original as she claimed she is. Oh man. &lt;b&gt;Young people should not waste their youth working&lt;/b&gt;. Strike a balance between personal life and work please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Then there is another hot gal who looked nothing like her age. She loves to drink loves to club but told me one night, "I am not a loose woman." I thought being 30 and a virgin was a big enough challenge but 37... She is &lt;b&gt;not the oldest virgin&lt;/b&gt; in the department. There are two older ones. Wow wow wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whoever have unmarried friends or uncles that are looking for single mature women should definitely come work in my department. &lt;/b&gt;I thought people are getting more open minded now but apparently it isn't the case. &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;If there is a competition on where to find the most virgins, my department will be second to er... teaching?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;raining virgins. &lt;/b&gt;It doesn't seem to be a bad thing to be a virgin. Never do will never know how it feels and will never crave for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-3003266341259576667?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3003266341259576667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=3003266341259576667&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3003266341259576667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3003266341259576667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/08/raining-virgins.html' title='Raining Virgins'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1YjKUiPMEc/TjlUdzHHEDI/AAAAAAAAEnE/cTccJiqVd5c/s72-c/cover+ears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8629549028773542263</id><published>2011-07-30T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:57:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll 15: Kinda Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;What kind of drunk am I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MwZLBctV4E/TjQSpN9iOGI/AAAAAAAAEnA/1g6Q2IsLdfs/s1600/Poll5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MwZLBctV4E/TjQSpN9iOGI/AAAAAAAAEnA/1g6Q2IsLdfs/s320/Poll5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Weepy, angry, stripper, happy or needy drunk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Why do people drink when they are upset? Why do I drink when I am upset?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Drinking kills your brain cells and manipulate you into thinking you will be fine in the morning. You really don't. You will only wake up to realize things really have not changed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Drink when there is an occasion and if you are in the mood to. Anyway, I am sadden by the thought that not many bother what kind of drunk I am. Do you not know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;31 per cent thought I am a stripper drunk. Hello, the questions is not "What kind of drunk would you like me to be"? I hardly think I am close. Besides going into the shower, I do not take off my clothes for anything else. Stripper drunk? &lt;b&gt;Nah...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;The other 25 per cent think I am a Happy Drunk. Well well, who doesn't love a Happy Drunk and who hates to be around one? If you seek comfort in alcohol and it should make you happy even if it is only momentarily. &lt;b&gt;Happy people are more attractive with or without alcohol.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;As for vote which got the third highest number of votes, sigh... I think those who took part in the poll really don't know me well. I never cling on to people when I am drunk. Not even onto men.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I find clingly and weepy drunks particularly irritating. Not only do I think it is all pretence and &lt;b&gt;it spoils everyone's night&lt;/b&gt; having to shower them attention unwillingly. If you can't drink, don't drink so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Well done on the last choice. &lt;b&gt;I definitely don't pick up fights&lt;/b&gt; and splew vulgarities no matter how much I want to do it. I am not an alcoholic and I don't need to check into the rehabilitation centre because I am not an angry drunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I do get kinda drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; but I have never drink and drank till I got so drunk and passed out. Everything's within control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8629549028773542263?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8629549028773542263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8629549028773542263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8629549028773542263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8629549028773542263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/07/poll-15-kinda-drunk.html' title='Poll 15: Kinda Drunk'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MwZLBctV4E/TjQSpN9iOGI/AAAAAAAAEnA/1g6Q2IsLdfs/s72-c/Poll5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-4405828350503690691</id><published>2011-07-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:03:59.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously No Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;For some strange reason, I am not in the mood for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;I get irritated when people tell me their choice is "anything". I hate people who cannot make decisions but I wonder &lt;b&gt;why am I still asking them for their opinion&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;When anyone asked if I would like to do something, instead of "anything" I said okay, count me in. Activities never seem to materialize.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Want go Genting for the weekend? Okay, count me in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Want go and catch up? Okay, count me in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Want go for hip hop lessons? Okay, count me in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Count me in count me in count me in!!! But &lt;b&gt;why do I always have difficulty finding people like myself&lt;/b&gt; to hang out with. Always there for people but no one there for me. I need someone who can shut up by my side. &lt;b&gt;No mood to entertain questions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;My contract job is ending soon and it is ringing at the back of my head. I am in the mood to search for a new job but not in the mood to go for interviews. Something is not right. No sense of urgency at all. I just want to take a break, chill at home and do nothing for a while but &lt;b&gt;my pockets are not deep enough&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;I called up the lawyer office last week and they told me my annulment of marriage letter is ready. I am ready to sign but I am not in the mood to apply for a day leave and go down to sign. &lt;b&gt;Waste a day of leave to do something that will spoil my mood.&lt;/b&gt; Is this call lazy or unwilling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;There are at least 10 Korean drama serials sitting in my external hard drive and I am not in the mood to watch them. No commercials, with subtitles but I would rather&lt;b&gt; play kiddish games on Facebook&lt;/b&gt; till midnight. Zynga games are effective boredom killers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Sex. Hm... Yeah there is always masturbation but the useless toys all ran out of batteries. I am using rechargable batteries and best thing is, I lost the charger. I am not in the mood to go all the way down to the supermarket to buy batteries. No mood. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seriously no mood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-4405828350503690691?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4405828350503690691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=4405828350503690691&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4405828350503690691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4405828350503690691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/07/seriously-no-mood.html' title='Seriously No Mood'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8542606088548692741</id><published>2011-07-23T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:24:42.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh, Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;My mum walked in with an awkward expression, "You know the xxx's part-time maid is also getting a divorce. The husband goes out everyday, don't take care for the family and &lt;b&gt;wants sex everyday...&lt;/b&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;"Divorce is very common now," I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Our conversation ended there. I wanted to tell my mum if my soon to be ex husband wanted sex everyday, I might not have moved back home. &lt;b&gt;If there is intimacy in the marriage, I might not have given up hope totally&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Some stay in a relationship because of sex, some because of money. I did not mind not having the latter, I mind not having the former.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Sex. &lt;b&gt;Whoever wants it does not always gets it&lt;/b&gt;. My emotional, mental and physical state is not in a good shape and my non-existent sex life is set to break a record. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sigh, sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8542606088548692741?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8542606088548692741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8542606088548692741&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8542606088548692741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8542606088548692741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/07/sigh-sex.html' title='Sigh, Sex'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7362258849663209884</id><published>2011-07-20T01:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T01:05:49.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 14: It Doesn't Cost A Cent</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5_P8JQo9ZA/TiWg9yoJ8kI/AAAAAAAAEm8/tgGEGJdPZVk/s1600/poll14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5_P8JQo9ZA/TiWg9yoJ8kI/AAAAAAAAEm8/tgGEGJdPZVk/s320/poll14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The horny tribe has spoken. When horny, the top three choices are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Masturbate&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch some porn&lt;br /&gt;3. Look for a friend with benefit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never depend on someone else to satisfy you and you know yourself best. For men, not too much please or people will start discussing why your right arm is thicker than your left. It is fun to gossip about others but not when you are the topic. As for women, I do not think the percentage is high but I believe there are women who masturbates when they are horny. Sometimes a woman need to learn how to love and please herself. Now don't be an idiot and go suggesting to help women masturbate because if they have to masturbate they don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching porn, seriously? I thought watching porn makes you hornier? Or you watch porn when you are horny so you can go and masturbate? Actually I think watching porn and fantasizing has a close relationship. Porn is not realistic and some are fantasy. What do you do when you get aroused by fantasies? Masturbate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, some people are lucky enough to have friends with benefits. Are you that lucky or are you one of those irritating ones that go around asking people to be their fuck buddies? If you need a shag, work for it. A woman ought to be wooed even though she can be a friend with benefit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, the top two results seemed to link back to masturbation... &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;afest and it doesn't cost a cent...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7362258849663209884?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7362258849663209884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7362258849663209884&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7362258849663209884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7362258849663209884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/07/poll-evaluation-14-it-doesnt-cost-cent.html' title='Poll Evaluation 14: It Doesn&apos;t Cost A Cent'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5_P8JQo9ZA/TiWg9yoJ8kI/AAAAAAAAEm8/tgGEGJdPZVk/s72-c/poll14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-6537981670964542295</id><published>2011-07-17T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:52:30.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light At The End of the Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;Take a walk, get some fresh air everytime you need to clear your mind. The walk yesterday was definitely a walk to remember. It was the last time the railway track I walked is open to public. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;Never in my life did I walk on my heels (not high heels thank goodness for having common sense) and on my toes interchangebly for so long in a pair of flats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;From Rail Mall to Bouna Vista... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rmuQR-AcVmk/TiJpDKJxizI/AAAAAAAAEms/dbGKMli27oQ/s1600/IMG_0791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rmuQR-AcVmk/TiJpDKJxizI/AAAAAAAAEms/dbGKMli27oQ/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;Seven kilometres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't remember know how many stones I kicked accidently causing me to wince in pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;It hurts but it is not that painful for me give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dvr9NK3QmV8/TiJpx9pGARI/AAAAAAAAEmw/9sDqlGts8Dw/s1600/IMG_0823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dvr9NK3QmV8/TiJpx9pGARI/AAAAAAAAEmw/9sDqlGts8Dw/s320/IMG_0823.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perservere and walk on and I found many people like me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;We walked at different pace, but I am not alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;What made it memorable was &lt;b&gt;having my family with me&lt;/b&gt; from start till the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DGUao2927xg/TiJqsT2hheI/AAAAAAAAEm0/GflhnKwfjxY/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DGUao2927xg/TiJqsT2hheI/AAAAAAAAEm0/GflhnKwfjxY/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is light at the end of every tunnel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheer up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-6537981670964542295?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6537981670964542295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=6537981670964542295&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6537981670964542295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6537981670964542295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/07/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Light At The End of the Tunnel'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rmuQR-AcVmk/TiJpDKJxizI/AAAAAAAAEms/dbGKMli27oQ/s72-c/IMG_0791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-4382737342666528493</id><published>2011-07-14T01:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:56:29.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Have Lost My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Friend, am I silly? Am I stupid or have I&amp;nbsp;simply lost my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;When he helped sent my&amp;nbsp;stuff to my doorstep, I told him I will give him a chance if he agree to go for marriage counselling. I waited for his call as the weeks went by. &lt;strong&gt;It drove me crazy&lt;/strong&gt; during the wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Why? I asked why. Why is he not calling? Why? Why do I feel like I am the one in the wrong and being the anxious and helpless one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;No calls, no actions and I rang him up lashing out at him. Why ask for another chance when you don't take it? Prove me wrong for wanting to leave but &lt;strong&gt;I proved myself wrong yet again&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcvnhY_eVp4/Th3aMijTXHI/AAAAAAAAEmo/6VegtplEEDo/s1600/heartbroken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcvnhY_eVp4/Th3aMijTXHI/AAAAAAAAEmo/6VegtplEEDo/s1600/heartbroken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;My hopes were dashed and I washed my face with tears that night.&amp;nbsp;Tears of anger&amp;nbsp;from disappointment. I understand how&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;one can be heartbroken without being sad&lt;/strong&gt; now. I&amp;nbsp;am past&amp;nbsp;that stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Was I too impulsive? Has everyone been telling me the things I want to hear or&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;they able to see things more clearly than me? I asked myself, will I tell my friends the same thing if it happened to them? Guess I understand why some people decided to ignore advices and follow their heart. &lt;strong&gt;I did not bring my brain along with me the last time I followed my heart.&lt;/strong&gt; Bringing it along with me is not good enough, I should actually use it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I thought I am smart. I guess I could be considered smart in some way&amp;nbsp;but I&amp;nbsp;admit that I am&amp;nbsp;not very bright in certain areas too. I still miss him a lot. He is not perfect but can't deny&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I still love him&lt;/strong&gt; as much as the day I said I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I must be silly. I must be stupid. I &lt;strong&gt;must have lost my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-4382737342666528493?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4382737342666528493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=4382737342666528493&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4382737342666528493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4382737342666528493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-still-love-him.html' title='I Must Have Lost My Mind'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcvnhY_eVp4/Th3aMijTXHI/AAAAAAAAEmo/6VegtplEEDo/s72-c/heartbroken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-5307633481806587412</id><published>2011-07-10T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:01:38.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthier Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;THB did not choose to leave a marriage to find someone better. Stop telling her crap like the next one will be better. The next one may be better?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sure, there are different types of shit and I felt like &lt;strong&gt;I just had a case of diarrhea&lt;/strong&gt;. Current situation is, I took some charcoal pills but I do not know when it will end. This is going to be the longest standing case of diarrhea ever in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bv-8yiQOgI8/ThmiKlYnxlI/AAAAAAAAEmk/D25cKG9xosI/s1600/diarrhea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bv-8yiQOgI8/ThmiKlYnxlI/AAAAAAAAEmk/D25cKG9xosI/s1600/diarrhea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Diarrhea is the worst kind of shit. &lt;strong&gt;It sucks up your energy&lt;/strong&gt; and bank account while you try to get rid of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Usually I have constipation but I guess people do get poisoning once in a while no matter how careful they are. Go with the flow and purge your body of those toxins. After going through the pain&amp;nbsp;will emerge&amp;nbsp;a newer &lt;strong&gt;healthier me&lt;/strong&gt; till the next poisoning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-5307633481806587412?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5307633481806587412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=5307633481806587412&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5307633481806587412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5307633481806587412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/07/healthier-me.html' title='Healthier Me'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bv-8yiQOgI8/ThmiKlYnxlI/AAAAAAAAEmk/D25cKG9xosI/s72-c/diarrhea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-731231899480719928</id><published>2011-07-07T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:30:16.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treatment for the Broken Hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Some people say, you can tell your state of mind from your belongings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdEkyWs7pp4/ThBIPUHzj9I/AAAAAAAAEmg/TFLstzeXccg/s1600/IMG_0742%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdEkyWs7pp4/ThBIPUHzj9I/AAAAAAAAEmg/TFLstzeXccg/s320/IMG_0742%255B1%255D" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am in a bad shape&lt;/strong&gt;. Bad bad shape...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;If thoughts are pieces of clothing, I will have one each day to last&amp;nbsp;a year. Some oversize, some too small to fit, some old, torn and worn and yet they are still piled in my wardrobe because &lt;strong&gt;I could not bear to part.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;If clothing are troubles﻿, &lt;strong&gt;I should stop buying new ones&lt;/strong&gt; because I have far too many...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;To think I claimed I never believe in retail therapy. My idea of retail therapy is buying expensive bags. Retail therapy is basically buying things to make yourself feel better. &lt;strong&gt;Guess I was deceiving myself all along. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Instead of getting myself dead drunk after my examinations last weekend, I stayed home and got busy sorting out my thoughts. I really did not do much thinking. I was merely&amp;nbsp;playing mix and match. Hanging, folding and ironing, taking occasional breaks in between sneezes while the dust were set free and&amp;nbsp;watching the air purifier go round and round .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My nose was miserable but I felt emotionally better&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe I should make this a monthly event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Who would have guessed tidying up is so therapeutic. Everybody should tidy up once in a while because it is free, you save money and suicide rates&amp;nbsp;may decrease. This should be researched and developed into some kind of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;treatment for the broken hearted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-731231899480719928?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/731231899480719928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=731231899480719928&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/731231899480719928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/731231899480719928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/07/treatment-for-broken-hearted.html' title='Treatment for the Broken Hearted'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdEkyWs7pp4/ThBIPUHzj9I/AAAAAAAAEmg/TFLstzeXccg/s72-c/IMG_0742%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2518106320283292720</id><published>2011-07-03T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T18:36:38.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 13: HOLIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGrvofJ-T78/ThA31OcvpOI/AAAAAAAAEmc/x_4vgCn-w6I/s1600/Poll13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGrvofJ-T78/ThA31OcvpOI/AAAAAAAAEmc/x_4vgCn-w6I/s320/Poll13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Despite hitting another valley of darkness in this journey called life, I have not been exceptionally emotional.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Fact was, I had to r&lt;b&gt;epress any trace of emotions&lt;/b&gt; to be mentally prepared for an examination. I am actually glad that I have not one but two examinations to prepare for. Am I not crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Before this post and the end of the poll, I had booked myself for a trip with my family. Come on, this is the &lt;b&gt;most common method to getaway&lt;/b&gt; from showing up at your ex's house and prevent you from texting them because international calls and texts could cost more than the holiday. I think I should look for a job overseas not only to clear my head but maybe also to meet and find someone new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Looking for someone new is easier said than done. You do know I am not the type that swing from one tree to the other so easily right? When a tree is dying, &lt;b&gt;I am the type that stays and mourn until the leaves wilt, the flowers fall and then my heart will die in a slow excruciating manner&lt;/b&gt;. Drama, but that is how my heart operates. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Removing someone completely from your life takes more than deleting them from your Facebook account, your messenger and their number from your phone. It is only a click of a button. How is it call deleting if you still remember their number by heart? &lt;b&gt;Relationships do not end after one deal.&lt;/b&gt; It may be a bad deal this time but leave the door open as there be better deals that will follow in future. One thing I learnt while with him...Afterall, the person that offered the bad deal knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Anyway, I am still in the midst of getting this other degree and I have committed myself to volunteering. I hope my efforts pay off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;After working so hard, it is only right that I pamper myself with a well deserved holiday.&amp;nbsp; That is. to spend my hard earned money on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2518106320283292720?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2518106320283292720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2518106320283292720&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2518106320283292720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2518106320283292720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/07/poll-evaluation-13-holiday.html' title='Poll Evaluation 13: HOLIDAY!'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGrvofJ-T78/ThA31OcvpOI/AAAAAAAAEmc/x_4vgCn-w6I/s72-c/Poll13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1213665648768462612</id><published>2011-06-30T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:00:07.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents' Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;My parents asked about him. Did he say anything? Did he do anything?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; He said if it is possible, he hope I can give this marriage another chance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;He apologized again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;He hasn't changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;I said I may give us another chance but &lt;b&gt;he hasn't done anything&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Sorry so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;He didn't know how fortunate he is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Two aged parents and he is the only child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smokes and he drinks. Plus, he is not in the best of health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;If he can't tell you where all the money went, he must be gambling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;He is not being honest at all. This is not marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Throw this relationship away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1213665648768462612?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1213665648768462612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1213665648768462612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1213665648768462612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1213665648768462612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/parents-words.html' title='Parents&apos; Words'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1958365071725740351</id><published>2011-06-27T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:40:00.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The BITCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I salute couples who are committed to each other and have the discipline to work hard and save harder for their future. Those secondary spendings to me in the past&amp;nbsp;seemed to be mandatory to most couples. Weddings and having a nest of their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I did not mind not throwing a dinner and moving in with the in law. Look at what happened to me. &lt;strong&gt;It left me unhappy, poorer and a much bitter woman.&lt;/strong&gt; Did I mention I paid for the lawyer too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Wished I had been tougher and insisted on having&amp;nbsp;things done my way. Maybe things will be different if I had been a real bitch. It is probably &lt;strong&gt;my easy-going attitude&lt;/strong&gt; that people around me take for granted.&amp;nbsp;I am tired of being nice and being take advantage of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Unhappiness started from not listening and accomodating to each other. My frustration on&amp;nbsp;my abnormal sex drive and non-existent sex life.&amp;nbsp;My love of getting my passport stamped and being grounded for close to two years went ignored. Guess &lt;strong&gt;I was really unhappy waiting&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;He always ask me to make my own plans and not to wait for him. I never make plans and time for friends and family because &lt;strong&gt;I wanted to be available&lt;/strong&gt; whenever he needed me. We cannot both make plans for everything else and not for each other. We will fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;One has to sacrifice and I decided it would be&amp;nbsp;me. I&amp;nbsp;was unable to be the kind of woman that&amp;nbsp;can split herself into many parts while with somebody. &lt;strong&gt;When I love, I love wholeheartedly and I give everything I have.&lt;/strong&gt; It proved to be a heavy price to pay. I suppose I do not love unconditionally. My condition was to be happy and I was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Available or not available, we eventually failed. Any relationships required both barties to &lt;strong&gt;give and take&lt;/strong&gt;. Not one give while the other take.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I pinned too much hopes on a man and&amp;nbsp;I had been too hard on myself. I am not going to wait anymore.&amp;nbsp;I am going to do things my way from now on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here comes the BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1958365071725740351?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1958365071725740351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1958365071725740351&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1958365071725740351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1958365071725740351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-comes-bitch.html' title='Here Comes The BITCH!'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2918771773479174451</id><published>2011-06-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:19:36.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I made a mistake? I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay with someone I thought I loved and then to marry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I  found out that he had taken money from our joint account without my  knowledge the first time, I let it go. I buried it in me for sometime  before telling my family and very close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will tell me the same thing. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leave him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A man that can't control his finance is trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for a couple of years. How could I leave him  because of money? Besides, he is already in his 40s. How bad can he be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure? How is the debt," they echoed on different occasions when I told them I was getting married later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Solved. It's not a problem anymore," I answered. Deep down, &lt;b&gt;I was embarressed to tell them the truth&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth  was, I did not know the progress. I never get to see any bank  statements though I asked for it. He said only a little bit more and  asked me not to nag because I sounded like his mum. Fine... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will know what to do, I told myself. How could he not do anything about it when I already threathened to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh we think it is a waste of money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth  was, &lt;b&gt;we couldn't afford it&lt;/b&gt;. Which woman does not want to be fussed over  and be pretty on her wedding day in front of her friends and relative?  It's okay I thought. As long as we are happy together, it's all that  matters. Besides, I refused to be called materialistic for wanting all  those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could save up, hold the dinner, take beautiful wedding  pictures and go for our honeymoon &lt;b&gt;later&lt;/b&gt;. Later does not mean never. It never happened because he  took the money out again. There is really nothing we can do with $82  left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stubborn. I refused to admit there was something wrong. I  wanted to show others so badly that I made the right choice. Alas, of all people he had to&amp;nbsp; prove me wrong. Of all people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stubborn. I was wrong to be stubborn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2918771773479174451?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2918771773479174451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2918771773479174451&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2918771773479174451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2918771773479174451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/stubborn.html' title='Stubborn'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2693246490080071348</id><published>2011-06-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:51:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Some people asked if I have made up my mind. I did, but I&lt;b&gt; am not sure if I made the right decision&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Did I make a mistake in looking for a lawyer so fast? &lt;b&gt;Could we seeked help first&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to get out of this mess FAST. Leaving is the easiest and fastest way. Trying requires more time and effort.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Truth is, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am scared&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;What if we remained married and he suddenly dropped dead? That makes me liable for all his debts. I am not in the right state and position and I am not willing to settle debts that I had no part in. Why did I not think of this before I got married? Yes, &lt;b&gt;I am a selfish bitch&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;What if I give it another go and it fail again? It won't be an annulment but divorce this time. Do I really want to wait three years for separation and another two years for divorce? What is the hurry? It's not like we already have someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I really am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;If I gave him another chance and we screw up again, I do not deserve any sympathy. I need support to go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Seeing him today makes my day in some way. Although I went to pack my remaining stuff and we quarrelled again. I was happy to see him.&lt;b&gt; I wanted to hold his hand, hug and cuddle in bed and sleep on his arm again so much. &lt;/b&gt;He is my husband after all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am being silly ain't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It is easy to ask me to leave but I am the one that has to go through the pain. Staying requires committment, leaving requires courage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2693246490080071348?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2693246490080071348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2693246490080071348&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2693246490080071348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2693246490080071348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-scared.html' title='I Am Scared'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-2768048174080829962</id><published>2011-06-17T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:02:47.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 12: Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Confession of the day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;When trust and respect is lost so early in marriage, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;leave. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2xGOnZC4-4/Tfo1DT7vTMI/AAAAAAAAEmY/P9ZGV2OLJP4/s1600/Poll12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="109" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2xGOnZC4-4/Tfo1DT7vTMI/AAAAAAAAEmY/P9ZGV2OLJP4/s320/Poll12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vJveat1RxSk/TfoyWN3o56I/AAAAAAAAEmU/06083ob9oRc/s1600/Poll12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I used to wonder why people get married only to spend more money to leave each other later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Now, I am in their shoes. Soon, I will be burning a hole in my pocket to leave the man I vowed to stay with "in sickness and in health" and the blah blah blah &lt;b&gt;crap&lt;/b&gt; I declared in front of my family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Before I posted the reason for wanting to get out of this marriage, the majority of the voters asked me to wait because maybe things will get better. After I posted the reason, the voters had a change of hearts and wanted me to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I loved this man and I have given him enough chances. Giving chances means time is already spent and &lt;b&gt;the situation clearly did not improve.&lt;/b&gt; It was naive of me to marry despite the problems. You cannot teach an old dog new tricks and you cannot teach a man how to save up if he does not want to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Right now, I am unable to bring myself to forgive and forget no matter how much love there is. I too, want to stay in this marriage and hope things will work out but my trust was betrayed and &lt;b&gt;I have no courage to continue &lt;/b&gt;further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I am not seeking approval nor understanding. Neither am I seeking an opinion. My mind was already made up before I announced it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;They only way to stay in this marriage is if I get into a car accident, roll down a hill and lose my memory. Yes I signed on the dotted line, but that does not and I am not going to let that determine how my life should be lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;My mind is set, I am leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-2768048174080829962?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2768048174080829962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=2768048174080829962&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2768048174080829962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/2768048174080829962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/poll-evaluation-13-leave.html' title='Poll Evaluation 12: Leave'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2xGOnZC4-4/Tfo1DT7vTMI/AAAAAAAAEmY/P9ZGV2OLJP4/s72-c/Poll12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-6129843510050845422</id><published>2011-06-14T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T00:47:26.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding Up All Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;How are you is not an ice-breaker anymore. Somehow I believe people who asked me this question recently are &lt;b&gt;genuinely concerned&lt;/b&gt; about my general well-being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I'm fine. Thank you for asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Apart from occasional tears of anger and hurt which does not last long, I guess I am fine. I have been &lt;b&gt;eating well and sleeping well&lt;/b&gt;. A little better than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Considering that I am not crying my eyes swollen, I am not crying my heart out and I am definitely not depressed. I could be abnormal. Maybe it's &lt;b&gt;too early for any feelings to set in&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;In the midst of all this, I had been busy doing my assignment and preparing for my exam. I even volunteered to be a research assistant writing for AWARE. I guess &lt;b&gt;being busy helps&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Sex? Let's not even go there. This isn't the right time to engage in it. Who can I do it with man? Not with the soon to be ex husband and definitely not with anyone else. &lt;b&gt;I don't want to be labelled as an adulterer &lt;/b&gt;when the annulment is not being finalized yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Other than that, I am &lt;b&gt;holding up all right&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-6129843510050845422?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6129843510050845422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=6129843510050845422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6129843510050845422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6129843510050845422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/holding-up-all-right.html' title='Holding Up All Right'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-566177331348983186</id><published>2011-06-11T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:15:31.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask OCBC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I did it. I picked up the phone and asked OCBC how can anyone withdraw money from an account without access. Do you know what they said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They asked me to go back and ask the person who withdrew the money...&lt;/b&gt; Seriously? This was the best answer I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ask OCBC? Seriously...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;This bank grant people access to bank accounts by issuing ATM cards with a call but I have to go down to the branch and produce my identity card and signature when I want to close the account.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-566177331348983186?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/566177331348983186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=566177331348983186&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/566177331348983186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/566177331348983186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/ask-ocbc.html' title='Ask OCBC'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1600629091808117955</id><published>2011-06-09T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:00:04.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I called a lawyer my friend recommended a few days ago and his assistant picked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple questions asked;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;1. When did you get married?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Ans: 17 September 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;2. Do you have a HDB flat together?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Ans: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;3. Do you have kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Ans: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;4. Are you seeking alimony?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Ans: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;5. Is you husband agreeable for annulment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Ans: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Why do I have a feeling this is going to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;easy money&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; for the lawyer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Can you please call me up quickly to confirm my appointment?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;I am sure many lawyers are willing to take up my case.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1600629091808117955?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1600629091808117955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1600629091808117955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1600629091808117955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1600629091808117955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/easy-money.html' title='Easy Money'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7597230360233697714</id><published>2011-06-07T08:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:08:00.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worked Up Over Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Many concerned souls asked what happened to me and the other half. I cry everytime I talked about it. My heart aches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKHthVw_x5Q/TezeKYG_3gI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/qta_mMgaYS8/s1600/crying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKHthVw_x5Q/TezeKYG_3gI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/qta_mMgaYS8/s320/crying.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Issues can be worked out, &lt;b&gt;provided if the other party is willing to&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;To cut the long story short, no decent man will clear your joint bank account &lt;b&gt;twice&lt;/b&gt; without your knowledge. &lt;b&gt;Once before marriage and another time after &lt;/b&gt;marriage. On top of it, there is an unidentifiable credit card debt which is as much as some people's annual salary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Some said I shouldn't even marry him after the first incident, but that is not important because I married him anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;What is a wife if you could not share monetary woes? What is a husband if he has to sneak around to get his hands on money saved for the future? He does not have access to the bank account. How he got the money out, I would like to ask OCBC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;The last time I checked, there is less than a hundred dollars inside after two years of saving up. &lt;b&gt;Tell me how wrong I am to get worked up over money.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="toggle open-toggle"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Please don't ask me to wait and see and maybe things will improve because it clearly hasn't. The debt was more than the original amount and whatever that is left is less than the last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Maybe he will change this time, maybe he won't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;One thing I know for sure, I am unable to live with this man right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7597230360233697714?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7597230360233697714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7597230360233697714&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7597230360233697714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7597230360233697714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/worked-up-over-money.html' title='Worked Up Over Money'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKHthVw_x5Q/TezeKYG_3gI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/qta_mMgaYS8/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1511983245847442530</id><published>2011-06-04T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:10:18.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 11: Yes, Sex is Best Without Commitment</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes. Sex is best without commitment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQUaZnWpHS0/TetH3J7NbFI/AAAAAAAAEmM/0xRLLkzuxgc/s1600/Poll11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQUaZnWpHS0/TetH3J7NbFI/AAAAAAAAEmM/0xRLLkzuxgc/s320/Poll11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my point of view. Apparently &lt;b&gt;58 per cent who took part in the poll think sex is best without commitment&lt;/b&gt;. Be it agree slightly or agree, I take it as the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is sex best without commitment? Commitment involves emotions. Does that mean when emotions are involved, the quality of sex goes down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different levels of commitment. For instance, when you are newly committed to a boy girl relationship with someone, &lt;b&gt;you do your best in bed&lt;/b&gt; to please the other party because you want them to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, they start pissing you off and the last thing you want to do is to please them. You become lazy. Blowjobs reduces or you stop going down on them. The only place you do it only on the bed, that is if you still do it at all. It the case of "get over and be done with it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you only want to sleep and you are just happy sleeping on the same bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment does affect sex if you look at it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another emotion that enhances sex. That is &lt;b&gt;passion&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember passion? Attraction and curiousity of the other person. &lt;b&gt;The fire in you&lt;/b&gt; that wanted and needed to be fulfilled by another person. Passion is a factor that determines if sex is good or bad, with or without commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, the level of commitment increases but passion dies. It's like pouring water over fire constantly. Soon the fire is gone and it leaves you cold. &lt;b&gt;No wonder sex is affected&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is sex best without commitment? My answer was a no initially, but it is a yes now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1511983245847442530?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1511983245847442530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1511983245847442530&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1511983245847442530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1511983245847442530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/poll-evaluation-11-yes-sex-is-best.html' title='Poll Evaluation 11: Yes, Sex is Best Without Commitment'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQUaZnWpHS0/TetH3J7NbFI/AAAAAAAAEmM/0xRLLkzuxgc/s72-c/Poll11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8057543515058698426</id><published>2011-05-31T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T21:00:22.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Bitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am not the perfect woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I thought I had it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I finally found someone who treated me well&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I married him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;We truly loved each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sad to say, &lt;b&gt;it won't be a happily ever after &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Little by little, we could build a future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bit by bit, we could save a fortune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Inch by inch, we could walka distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Piece by piece, I am &lt;b&gt;picking up my shattered heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First time it happened, unlucky me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Second time it happened, stupid me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Third time it happens, I deserved it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The thought of it hapening again scares me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Some say my life is a drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Some say it is like a never ending book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I think it is an &lt;b&gt;unpredictable roller coaster ride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not whining at life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Since when did I blame the heavens, the people or myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;If anything, I blame him for treating me this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not whining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8057543515058698426?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8057543515058698426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8057543515058698426&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8057543515058698426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8057543515058698426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-just-bitter.html' title='I&apos;m Just Bitter'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-4962762348557149072</id><published>2011-05-28T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:13:59.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Confession&amp;nbsp;of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;After&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;eight months&lt;/b&gt; of matrimony, THB and the other half have decided to go on our separate ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am packing my stuff while writing this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Please don't ask me any questions for the time being. Many think it is about sex, but it isn't. It isn't a third party either.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If talking helps, we would not be at this stage now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I forgave and forget but only to be hurt by the same issue again. I am very disappointed and I am unable to trust and respect this man anymore. The separation would be the best for the both of us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I wish mysef all the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-4962762348557149072?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4962762348557149072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=4962762348557149072&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4962762348557149072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/4962762348557149072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/eight-months.html' title='Eight Months'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-3670873943257310455</id><published>2011-05-26T00:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:00:07.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Alcohol doesn't solve problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol doesn't numb feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It numbs your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Makes you depressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Alcohol is evil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And, I have a problem with alcohol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Two Saturdays ago, feeling depressed, I got a gal friend out for a drink. A sense of &lt;b&gt;deja vu &lt;/b&gt;crept in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was hugging, crying and puking into a toilet bowl&lt;/b&gt; at St James while my friend held my hair after finishing a bottle of vodka (together with a few others). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-krDT_WoaXRY/TdvWCh46AVI/AAAAAAAAEmI/gDBxiv6dqGM/s1600/alcohol+prob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-krDT_WoaXRY/TdvWCh46AVI/AAAAAAAAEmI/gDBxiv6dqGM/s320/alcohol+prob.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Isn't this familar," I asked, "I wonder how many butts sat on this bowl before I puked in it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently this was a repeat of a scene five years ago after my first major heartbreak. Despite being married five years later, &lt;b&gt;little did she expect to render such service to me again&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Hur hur..." She laughed, "You make this scene very funny."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Being funny was the last thing on my mind, but I guess &lt;b&gt;I always managed to make a joke out of whatever shit I am in&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Half an hour in the toilet, my head was spinning and I couldn't really walk straight and I decided to end the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When I opened my eyes, I was less than 20 seconds cab ride away from my destination. By then, my stomach was bloated with vodka and I decided to swallow my vomitus. However, more came right out and &lt;b&gt;I puked on the cab and on myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I do have a drinking problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The problem is, I can't drink...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-3670873943257310455?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3670873943257310455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=3670873943257310455&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3670873943257310455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3670873943257310455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/drinking-problem.html' title='Drinking Problem'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-krDT_WoaXRY/TdvWCh46AVI/AAAAAAAAEmI/gDBxiv6dqGM/s72-c/alcohol+prob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7779475583826300007</id><published>2011-05-23T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T12:47:54.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Time to Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Last Saturday was a good day day to get married apparently. I you are around&amp;nbsp;my age, you would have friends and family or know someone with friends or family that got married on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Marriage. &lt;b&gt;Two&amp;nbsp;individuals' promises&amp;nbsp;and commitment&amp;nbsp;to stay with one another beating all odds. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;One question came to my mind. Why are Singaporeans allowed to get married and file for annulment within year? I guess our government knows promises are hard to keep. Hence, one year is like a &lt;b&gt;marriage probation&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The past two weeks had been emotional as there were many issues to be ironed out and&amp;nbsp;many for me to ponder on regarding my marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;To&amp;nbsp;put it simply, for a&amp;nbsp;pair of newly weds, I&amp;nbsp;can't remember when was the last time&amp;nbsp;we had sex. I know it is not all about sex but sex is important. He spent quite some time sleeping on the couch in the living room&amp;nbsp;and &lt;b&gt;I am no longer wearing my wedding and engagement ring proudly on my finger anymore. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Yes. It has gotten to that stage. Just that I have not consulted a lawyer yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The wedding I attended made me think twice about the impending separation. &lt;b&gt;Maybe I should give us another chance&lt;/b&gt;. As much as I wanted to, it is indeed difficult. Everytime we talk, we ended up fighting. The mother-in-law is not making things any easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Right now, I don't think I am filing for an anulment yet but I have decided to move out for a while. We need to be apart for a while and I need &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;some time to think&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7779475583826300007?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7779475583826300007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7779475583826300007&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7779475583826300007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7779475583826300007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-time-to-think.html' title='Some Time to Think'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8815568881719992002</id><published>2011-05-20T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:01:05.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Complaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eight months in a company and five change in reporting line. It will be the sixth soon. Ain't I glad there is something in this world that changes faster than relationships? Come to think of it,&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did not even change&amp;nbsp;men so fast during my peak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly&amp;nbsp;gloomy skies turned sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lost hope is found again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly the people around me started smiling again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My world seemed a little bit more beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With news of the new manager's departure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cocky fake talents should be asked to leave. Maybe it has something to do with the recent cabinet changes. Whatever it is, I am &lt;strong&gt;not complaining...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8815568881719992002?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8815568881719992002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8815568881719992002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8815568881719992002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8815568881719992002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-complaining.html' title='Not Complaining'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-1001095881185510195</id><published>2011-05-17T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T02:00:35.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 10: It's All Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Confession&amp;nbsp;of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever look at someone whom you think is attractive and wondered how it will be like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gj8FGnkBtY0/TdFjO44DnrI/AAAAAAAAEmE/VyRdhZ_FRgk/s1600/10.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gj8FGnkBtY0/TdFjO44DnrI/AAAAAAAAEmE/VyRdhZ_FRgk/s320/10.bmp" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;From the statistics shown in the poll above,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;84 per cent&amp;nbsp;of you had fantasized about someone else while already with someone&lt;/strong&gt;.The remaining are either too shy to admit, too in love with someone else or too young to know what a fantasy is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I do dream and fantasize about my idol when I was younger. I drool over cute Korean actors too. I admire good looking men and women around me. It doesn't mean I am or going to jump into bed with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey, it's okay to look but not ogle at everyone who walked past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey, it's okay to wonder but just don't get too carried away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Hey, it's okay to fantasize but &lt;strong&gt;don't call the wrong name while with your partner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some say thinking is equivalent to cheating. As long as it doesn't&amp;nbsp;lead to&amp;nbsp;the actual deed of infidelity, I say give others the room to fantasize. It makes everyone happy anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-1001095881185510195?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1001095881185510195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=1001095881185510195&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1001095881185510195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/1001095881185510195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/poll-evaluation-10-its-all-fantasy.html' title='Poll Evaluation 10: It&apos;s All Fantasy'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gj8FGnkBtY0/TdFjO44DnrI/AAAAAAAAEmE/VyRdhZ_FRgk/s72-c/10.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-3511746433151819659</id><published>2011-05-14T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T02:02:18.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Confession&amp;nbsp;of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;I posted&amp;nbsp;an entry&amp;nbsp;last night. For some strange reason, blogger was down the whole of Friday when I checked and my post miraculously&amp;nbsp;disappeared... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;I guess it's not the time yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Let me give it another go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;One last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-3511746433151819659?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3511746433151819659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=3511746433151819659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3511746433151819659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3511746433151819659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-last-time.html' title='One Last Time'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-211831162870707073</id><published>2011-05-09T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:28:23.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Equal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Confession&amp;nbsp;of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;I pity Ms Tin Pei Ling. I really do. Not that I am pro PAP or anything, but I really felt sorry for her. There is a reason why nothing is being done about her presence as our soon to be Member of Parliament because comments about her are personal attacks. &lt;strong&gt;If&amp;nbsp;Singaporeans really want her out of parliament, we need something more concrete than name calling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;One thing why I really felt sorry for her is being called materialistic for marrying a man 13 years her senior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAg9eU2BEM0/Tcf_qHQVs2I/AAAAAAAAElw/4HNhvwrviAg/s1600/TPL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAg9eU2BEM0/Tcf_qHQVs2I/AAAAAAAAElw/4HNhvwrviAg/s1600/TPL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;The photo of her with a Kate Spade carrier did nothing to help her image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSTc1HEobpA/TcgDv1B0OXI/AAAAAAAAEl8/Ewqp7oxx4GM/s1600/TinPeiLing1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSTc1HEobpA/TcgDv1B0OXI/AAAAAAAAEl8/Ewqp7oxx4GM/s320/TinPeiLing1.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;If there is anything I know, &lt;strong&gt;marrying a much older man attracts many opinions and criticisms&lt;/strong&gt;. THB and her hubby&amp;nbsp;is also 13 years apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People are quick to point out money being the main factor&lt;/strong&gt; because he would not be that attractive at his age with receeding hairline (referring to my man).&amp;nbsp;Hey, some of my not so close friends actually think&amp;nbsp;I am enjoying life and spending my husband's money when&amp;nbsp;I am out working my ass off. Merely looking at some pictures on Facebook does not tell you anything. For all we know, maybe it's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;We have been kinder to another couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbhQ8ALVm8E/TcgB6h0CbrI/AAAAAAAAEl0/bec9DD9hLLM/s1600/Chiam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbhQ8ALVm8E/TcgB6h0CbrI/AAAAAAAAEl0/bec9DD9hLLM/s1600/Chiam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Mr Chiam and his wife are 14 years apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThBgALb1u2E/TcgCKmrrYtI/AAAAAAAAEl4/yq8oiYSWrSc/s1600/Chiam1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThBgALb1u2E/TcgCKmrrYtI/AAAAAAAAEl4/yq8oiYSWrSc/s1600/Chiam1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Maybe in time to come, TPL and her hubby will earn our respect like Mr Chiam and his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;If my man does not have a career, would I have married him? Maybe, but probably not. &lt;strong&gt;A woman wants stability and nothing speaks louder than a man having a good job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;I kind of understand why TPL is not hiding and refuses to quit even though the world seemed to be against her. Having a man that much older, you will always be in his shadow. People constantly ask why you are still working when you technically don't have to. As for me, &lt;strong&gt;I just want to be seen as an equal next to my husband &lt;/strong&gt;not a bimbo with nothing to her name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Till then, work hard and good luck to all in the next elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-211831162870707073?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/211831162870707073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=211831162870707073&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/211831162870707073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/211831162870707073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/equal.html' title='An Equal'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAg9eU2BEM0/Tcf_qHQVs2I/AAAAAAAAElw/4HNhvwrviAg/s72-c/TPL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-5408259353681128194</id><published>2011-05-06T06:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T06:49:53.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Chee Bye aka Foreign Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Frustration&amp;nbsp;of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow is the long awaited and much debated general elections. One of the most talked about topic is Foreign Talent (FT). &lt;strong&gt;Everyone seemed to be able to relate to each other's frustration except our government. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wanting to claim the extra day of holiday for elections known as "off-in-lieu" from my context, I approached my new manager who hailed from an &lt;strong&gt;Incredible&lt;/strong&gt; place, who has been working here for the past three years in&amp;nbsp;a place call Smelly Chee Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SCB: Is this applicable to our company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;THB: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SCB: Is this applicable to you. This is for our employees only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(THB is under agency).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;THB: This is by law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A born and bred Singaporean being questioned of my rights and obligation to my country.&lt;/strong&gt; Ironic thing is, one of the area SCB&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;in charge of now is leave and benefits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With all due respect, I like my colleagues form Playland and I blamed my company for being REALLY BULL SHIT. The frustration is really caused by the &lt;strong&gt;calibre if such so call FT&lt;/strong&gt; who do not bother to be keep abreast with the current happenings in Singapore. Come on, how can you miss out any news of elections?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Extra holidays like this should be given to &lt;strong&gt;Singaporeans only&lt;/strong&gt; and not across the board. Despite being given an extra day, seems like FTs like that&amp;nbsp;still dont know what is happening. We, Singaporeans&amp;nbsp;have to vote, the PRs, EP and PEP holder's DO NOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Import them away, I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have to correct the perception from the government or anyone who claimed they are cheaper. Let me assure you, they aren't and &lt;strong&gt;I am sure a HR job is not a job Singaporeans "does not want to do". &lt;/strong&gt;If they are imported because they are cheaper, it should remain that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I also want to suggest to the opposition party's proposal, jobs paying over $4000 a month should be given to Singaporeans first and those below should&amp;nbsp; be free to the market. Reason, it is already the case now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By Singaporeans, I mean &lt;strong&gt;those holding pink IC&lt;/strong&gt; and not blue IC. Lessons should also be offered to employers who don't know any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another suggestion, maybe we should put a few of such FTs in the parliament and they may understand what an average Singaporean faces&amp;nbsp;during work. Afterall, &lt;strong&gt;FTs should be applicable to all sectors. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-5408259353681128194?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5408259353681128194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=5408259353681128194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5408259353681128194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5408259353681128194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/smelly-chee-bye-aka-foreign-talent.html' title='Smelly Chee Bye aka Foreign Talent'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8693968791392014516</id><published>2011-05-04T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T00:08:01.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 9: Brrrrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seems like the readers of HB Diaries are not as advanturous as they&amp;nbsp;appear to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3KwjHWwtn0/TcAiMftzP8I/AAAAAAAAEls/8OalppUIErQ/s1600/9.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3KwjHWwtn0/TcAiMftzP8I/AAAAAAAAEls/8OalppUIErQ/s320/9.bmp" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Only 32 per cent indicated "No thanks" to a toy. Hey, all work no play make Jack a dull boy and Jane a dull girl...﻿ Everybody deserves to have a toy to play with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vibrator is on top of 36 per cent of those who too part in the poll. I wonder what is your gender. If you are a female, I completely understand because it is on top of my list too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you are a man, I can imagine you using it... brrrr brrrrr... Up your ass. Maybe you prefer watching women use it. Right? Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As for the rest... I guess people here are curious about it but not many are actually ready to try it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8693968791392014516?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8693968791392014516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8693968791392014516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8693968791392014516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8693968791392014516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/poll-evaluation-9-brrrrr.html' title='Poll Evaluation 9: Brrrrr...'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3KwjHWwtn0/TcAiMftzP8I/AAAAAAAAEls/8OalppUIErQ/s72-c/9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-3118503285917741397</id><published>2011-05-01T09:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T09:47:45.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Voice, A Say, Then Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Confession&amp;nbsp;of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;This weekend has been exciting. After attending two rallies for the past two nights instead of partying, I think &lt;strong&gt;I couldn't be anymore Singaporean than ever&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Property prices, job stability, GST, public transport, helping the poor, increase cost of living seemed to be on most parties' agenda. &lt;strong&gt;I hope&amp;nbsp;somebody have&amp;nbsp;concrete plans to encourage Singaporeans to have more kids. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Though Singapore has progressed much since independence, there is definitely still room for improvement. What I gathered was, &lt;strong&gt;Singaporeans only want&amp;nbsp;a part&amp;nbsp;in how the country is run&lt;/strong&gt;. Things might not be so heated up if we felt like there is someone listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;This country has changed so much to an extent that we are &lt;strong&gt;unable to&amp;nbsp;keep up&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;with it. We keep talking about change but will we be able to cope if there is a new form of government?&amp;nbsp;Are we ready for another change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Opposition heard us but with their weak voice, they have limited powers. The current powers said they know what we are going through but we don't see any action in place.&amp;nbsp;A voice is not enough. &lt;strong&gt;Let the voice be heard and be actioned upon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-3118503285917741397?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3118503285917741397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=3118503285917741397&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3118503285917741397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3118503285917741397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/voice-say-then-action.html' title='A Voice, A Say, Then Action'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7919507310785968118</id><published>2011-04-28T00:00:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:00:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Dunno What to Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Have you ever taken a look at your bedroom floor and wonder how much hair you lose everyday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;The decision to remove the carpet was made not too long ago. Dark hair on white floor stand out more than ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;"Dear, we are losing a lot of hair. See still have pubic hair on the floor," I exclaimed while picking it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;"Er, I am not the only person in this room with pubic hair," he said and continued watching tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;I... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I really dunno what to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Time for a wax perhaps. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7919507310785968118?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7919507310785968118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7919507310785968118&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7919507310785968118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7919507310785968118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-really-dunno-what-to-say.html' title='I Really Dunno What to Say'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-6332332577201361562</id><published>2011-04-25T08:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T08:00:01.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things You Don't Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Confession&amp;nbsp;of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"Eh, walk slowly," as I pulled my lunch buddies back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"Why, why, why,"&amp;nbsp;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;they started giggling, "Who asked you to fool around when you were younger?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Sigh. Unsympathetic bitches... I am sure &lt;strong&gt;everybody have their awkward experiences&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Why am I feeling uneasy over an incident that happened more than 10 years? He was my senior in school. &lt;strong&gt;I liked sporty guys and he played rugby. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;We did kiss. Petted, but we didn't have sex. We didn't even see each other naked! My sense of touch told me&amp;nbsp;he wasn't very well endowed down there. Maybe he wasn't fully erected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Fact is, I was still a virgin then and &lt;strong&gt;I did not have the intention of losing my virginity in the middle of a park.&lt;/strong&gt; At that age, I didn't know couples actually do have sex&amp;nbsp;in parks.&amp;nbsp;I was probably angry with him after that for wanting to have sex with me in a park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I did not keep in contact with him after that but we bumped into each other again, again and again.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Seems like we never really lost contact. He is in my list of friends on Facebook the last time I checked. &lt;strong&gt;Some people can't&amp;nbsp;be brushed off for good no matter how hard you tried.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I don't understand why I am avoiding him every time I bump into him even though he doesn't&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;have eyes behind and clearly does not remember me or so I thought... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;He&amp;nbsp;just asked me out for lunch... Hm,&amp;nbsp;I wonder if he still remember what happened between us. Some things you don't forget. Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-6332332577201361562?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6332332577201361562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=6332332577201361562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6332332577201361562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6332332577201361562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-things-you-dont-forget.html' title='Some Things You Don&apos;t Forget'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-9007612287937859388</id><published>2011-04-22T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:17:24.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacked</title><content type='html'>Confession of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got my MSN access back! You will see me poppping in and out more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to lose not &lt;strong&gt;one but two&amp;nbsp;hotmail accounts&lt;/strong&gt; until someone told me I could use the "forgot password" option. Shame on me for not knowing and trying out earlier. All is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I got my access back, I still don't understand how I can lose my access when I did not forget my password. I never forget my passwords. It &lt;strong&gt;must be the work of the&amp;nbsp;group of hot women&lt;/strong&gt; who&amp;nbsp;always try to add me on MSN and said they wanted to keep me company. I had about 50 such requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQdeIQOZQtA/TbD8-2u3YWI/AAAAAAAAElo/MGLAsHjTnBg/s1600/msn+spam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQdeIQOZQtA/TbD8-2u3YWI/AAAAAAAAElo/MGLAsHjTnBg/s1600/msn+spam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks something like this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being completely honest, I told them I am a woman and &lt;strong&gt;I am not interested in women&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe that is why they got angry and decided to hack into my account. For what purpose, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe take over my account and &lt;strong&gt;add me to their group and offer to keep unsuspecting men company&lt;/strong&gt; online. If they do that, the men who always ask me to go out to&amp;nbsp;chill and offer me a fuck will get their accounts hacked too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might already happened because some people insisted I webcammed live and had cyber sex with them. I am petrified and denied all incidents but&amp;nbsp;I don't think they&amp;nbsp;believed me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope&amp;nbsp;they get their&amp;nbsp;accounts hacked too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-9007612287937859388?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9007612287937859388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=9007612287937859388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/9007612287937859388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/9007612287937859388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/hacked.html' title='Hacked'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQdeIQOZQtA/TbD8-2u3YWI/AAAAAAAAElo/MGLAsHjTnBg/s72-c/msn+spam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8880354130642733563</id><published>2011-04-19T00:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:00:09.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 8: To Each Its Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Poll&amp;nbsp;of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It's so physical physical...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Which part of the opposite sex attracts you first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_UYAUV_AuI/TaxSvbNyZ1I/AAAAAAAAElk/YZLtt3AFJ2g/s1600/8.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_UYAUV_AuI/TaxSvbNyZ1I/AAAAAAAAElk/YZLtt3AFJ2g/s320/8.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The windows to your soul is not the most popular part of your body to attract the opposite sex.&lt;/strong&gt; Leading by two per cent,&amp;nbsp;the part that matters more is your&amp;nbsp;body built, shape and size. Forget those contact lenses and fake eyelashes. Go to the gym!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I think my taste is a little different from the public. My first choice is height, followed by body and brows. Eyebrows and arms doesn't seem very popular. What a shame. &lt;strong&gt;I think men with thick eyebrows and arms are sexy.&lt;/strong&gt; Gaze into his eyes highlight by thick brows which grabbing his arm. Woo lala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Boobs and chest is the third most popular choice. I am also not a fan of chest or man boobs. Female boobs, hm... probably, but they aren't the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Legs and height like what some people say, it&amp;nbsp;doesn't matter when you are lying down. You don't lie down with a person all the time and&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;people do have sex while standing up&lt;/strong&gt;, so height and legs does matter. The fascination with legs, is it the length, the smoothness or the muscled calf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This poll reflects how common or uncommon your taste is. Lips, ears, nose, whatever part of the body that attracts you, &lt;strong&gt;to each its own.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8880354130642733563?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8880354130642733563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8880354130642733563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8880354130642733563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8880354130642733563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/poll-evaluation-8-to-each-its-own.html' title='Poll Evaluation 8: To Each Its Own'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_UYAUV_AuI/TaxSvbNyZ1I/AAAAAAAAElk/YZLtt3AFJ2g/s72-c/8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-795218308145443726</id><published>2011-04-17T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T01:28:11.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Concentrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Confession of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;How could I concentrate during office hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCnufYYFPbo/TanQv0BSC8I/AAAAAAAAElg/7XN2O9wzmCA/s1600/table+head.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCnufYYFPbo/TanQv0BSC8I/AAAAAAAAElg/7XN2O9wzmCA/s1600/table+head.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;....when my tables in my office looks like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;How? &lt;strong&gt;How to Concentrate?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-795218308145443726?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/795218308145443726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=795218308145443726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/795218308145443726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/795218308145443726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-concentrate.html' title='How to Concentrate'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCnufYYFPbo/TanQv0BSC8I/AAAAAAAAElg/7XN2O9wzmCA/s72-c/table+head.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7791152300836137117</id><published>2011-04-14T07:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:30:01.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Confession&amp;nbsp;of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;It has been a week. &lt;strong&gt;I finally understand the meaning of being love sick.&lt;/strong&gt; Mr HB is away in KL for F1 and some Invest in Malaysia conference.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc_nf6Jvijc/TaWupyZEWuI/AAAAAAAAElc/gzbb-zxSvBc/s1600/LS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc_nf6Jvijc/TaWupyZEWuI/AAAAAAAAElc/gzbb-zxSvBc/s1600/LS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I think I miss him so much that I am getting sick literally. I didn't have the appetite for anything. It was the first time I felt blue on a Monday in ages. My nose&amp;nbsp;became runny and&amp;nbsp;I didn't want to talk to anyone. Worst of all, &lt;strong&gt;I felt depressed&amp;nbsp;sleeping&amp;nbsp;alone&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I hate being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Before getting married, I blamed&amp;nbsp;him for not spending enough time with me whenever he was away. I&amp;nbsp;accused him of enjoying his time away from me and managed to pick up a fight along the way. I wondered how he ever coped with my tantrums and ended up getting married to me. &lt;strong&gt;I must have spiked his drink with a strong dose of THB love potion unknowingly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;After getting married, I only reprimanded him for not calling. This is the second longest time he is away. He is working hard for our future, or so he said. Hence, &lt;strong&gt;I am counting down to the days&lt;/strong&gt; where I can be a real tai-tai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Counting down the hours... The clock goes ticking. My heart skips a beat. &lt;strong&gt;Baby come back&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7791152300836137117?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7791152300836137117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7791152300836137117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7791152300836137117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7791152300836137117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-sick.html' title='Love Sick'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc_nf6Jvijc/TaWupyZEWuI/AAAAAAAAElc/gzbb-zxSvBc/s72-c/LS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-5769115311091883349</id><published>2011-04-12T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:00:09.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Never Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Place of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Cab fare from hotel to food centre :$20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Seafood dinner for 4 at A1 in Batam﻿ : $20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6UcYWkbPNk/TaMh50BUR7I/AAAAAAAAElY/oIm4FkUgKbY/s1600/a1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6UcYWkbPNk/TaMh50BUR7I/AAAAAAAAElY/oIm4FkUgKbY/s1600/a1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Men watching football and ignoring women (in Batam?!): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"&gt;Priceless﻿!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some things never change&lt;/strong&gt; wherever you are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-5769115311091883349?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5769115311091883349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=5769115311091883349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5769115311091883349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/5769115311091883349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-things-never-change.html' title='Some Things Never Change'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6UcYWkbPNk/TaMh50BUR7I/AAAAAAAAElY/oIm4FkUgKbY/s72-c/a1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-6036085461936948857</id><published>2011-04-09T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:07:04.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Theme Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thought of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you have time this weekend, you may want to Catch these movies (you can find it on Youtube);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of course sex is involved in all the movies mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My So Called Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HuXj6BnrJhk/TZ8o1NecB7I/AAAAAAAAElM/P0mgDSK1OnY/s1600/My+So+Called+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HuXj6BnrJhk/TZ8o1NecB7I/AAAAAAAAElM/P0mgDSK1OnY/s320/My+So+Called+Love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I caught this movie on cable and I couldn't take my mind off it. I found the movie on youtube and watched it again. Surprise surprise, it had more uncut&amp;nbsp;scenes online&amp;nbsp;(Bed scenes and gay scenes). Why am I even paying for the channel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This movie is deep. A little arty-farty and I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Changing Partners&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7OfMTHBIwU/TZ8pXrAL6fI/AAAAAAAAElQ/shmdsT9juBo/s1600/Changing+Partners.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7OfMTHBIwU/TZ8pXrAL6fI/AAAAAAAAElQ/shmdsT9juBo/s320/Changing+Partners.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This Korean movie is more recent compare to the first. Changing partners is not&amp;nbsp;about swingers. I wonder if the actors actually do it... Anymore passion and action&amp;nbsp;I will categorize it as a soft porn movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No wonder the Jap-wave is over. K-wave is way&amp;nbsp;stronger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt; Everybody Have Secrets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znNJVZ5n2vk/TZ8qCSDMB0I/AAAAAAAAElU/WlP1AIx9PrE/s1600/EHS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znNJVZ5n2vk/TZ8qCSDMB0I/AAAAAAAAElU/WlP1AIx9PrE/s1600/EHS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another Korean movie which is a little twisted. Not realistic but&amp;nbsp;a fantasy movie for men. ﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex theme movies&lt;/strong&gt; seemed to be popular. Watch&amp;nbsp;them and let me know which is your favourite. Do recommend some to me if you know of any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-6036085461936948857?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6036085461936948857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=6036085461936948857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6036085461936948857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/6036085461936948857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/sex-theme-movies.html' title='Sex Theme Movies'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HuXj6BnrJhk/TZ8o1NecB7I/AAAAAAAAElM/P0mgDSK1OnY/s72-c/My+So+Called+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-3067089015155591520</id><published>2011-04-06T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:18:59.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO LAUNDRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Lesson&amp;nbsp;of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Nose nose I love you, please don't collapse. No, I am not talking about a new silicone implated nose... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Whilst the mother in law is away for a holiday, poor me is left at home with piles of unwashed clothes. Feeling homely, &lt;strong&gt;I took the initiative to wash all the clothes in the laundry basket&lt;/strong&gt;. I am so proud of myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Although I know how to cook, clean and wash, I only do it when necessary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;While hanging the clothes to dry, I decided not to hang the clothes out of the window to dry because I was too lazy.&amp;nbsp;I decided not to take the bamboo poles down to hang the clothes too because &lt;strong&gt;I thought I was tall enough&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;After a few jumps, &lt;strong&gt;a pole&amp;nbsp;came crashing down onto my nose&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;"&gt;FUCK! OWWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;No blood, just lots of mucus and I&amp;nbsp; kept sneezing after that. I think my nose is flatter now... Sobs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRwvScaOoFc/TZnhny0vRII/AAAAAAAAElI/x-lbnJZg7L0/s1600/laundry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRwvScaOoFc/TZnhny0vRII/AAAAAAAAElI/x-lbnJZg7L0/s1600/laundry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Lesson of the day :&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;NO LAUNDRY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Good excuse not to do chores =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-3067089015155591520?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3067089015155591520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=3067089015155591520&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3067089015155591520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/3067089015155591520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-laundry.html' title='NO LAUNDRY!'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRwvScaOoFc/TZnhny0vRII/AAAAAAAAElI/x-lbnJZg7L0/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-991252829642049922</id><published>2011-04-03T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T03:47:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll Evaluation 7: The Power of Smell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thought of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkVQsNPuUxc/TZaKtjV4xGI/AAAAAAAAElE/lrdr3FI-3PY/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkVQsNPuUxc/TZaKtjV4xGI/AAAAAAAAElE/lrdr3FI-3PY/s320/7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The most important thing is to smell nice on the first night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿I have always thought shaving is the most important thing to do on the first night. Apparently it isn't. &lt;strong&gt;More than half who took part in the poll thought it is more important to smell nice!&lt;/strong&gt; The question is, which part of your body? I guess you have to smell nice everywhere. Hair, clothes, underarms and down there... Anywhere that stinks will scare the other party away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, when you smell nice, the next most important thing is &lt;strong&gt;not to have stray hair sticking out&lt;/strong&gt; unnecessarily and it isn't only pubic hair. It could be quite intimidating to some to see bushes down there but there are some people that actually likes hair. By the way, facial hair should be handled as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Third, condoms? Hey I am&amp;nbsp;not talking about casual sex... (-.-)" I will give the you people the benefit of doubt that you are have some sort of &lt;strong&gt;family planning&lt;/strong&gt; going on or you just want to be safe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I am surprised proper underwear is not on the top of the list. Women do want to wear something nice and impress their men but now we have know&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;it doesn't matter if our underwear is old, worn or torn&lt;/strong&gt;. It comes off anyway so don't bother buying new underwear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Exercise is not important because you won't smell nice after that? Ah... &lt;strong&gt;The power of smell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-991252829642049922?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/991252829642049922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=991252829642049922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/991252829642049922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/991252829642049922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/poll-evaluation-7-power-of-smell.html' title='Poll Evaluation 7: The Power of Smell'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkVQsNPuUxc/TZaKtjV4xGI/AAAAAAAAElE/lrdr3FI-3PY/s72-c/7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-7826390119668358221</id><published>2011-03-31T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T05:40:34.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime to Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thought of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Before there was CSI, we already have Crimewatch... I used to watch it every month with my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When was the last time you watched Crimewatch on Channel 5? Do you know you can watch the episodes you missed on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spf.gov.sg/crimewatch/2010archive.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Singapore Police Force website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;?! Wow. Talk about the use of technology...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTmZM7AFeJA/TZICw5WAM_I/AAAAAAAAEk4/_zuSI1boh5s/s1600/police.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTmZM7AFeJA/TZICw5WAM_I/AAAAAAAAEk4/_zuSI1boh5s/s1600/police.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While watching a repeat telecast a couple of days ago on our police forces' operations on prostitution, where the police go around to budget hotels and forcing open hotel doors when those inside refused to open the room&amp;nbsp;door. I really find it funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Correct me if I am wrong, but &lt;strong&gt;isn't prostitution legal in Singapore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Furthermore, just listen to what those people said when they were arrested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"It's my first time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tough luck. &lt;strong&gt;Looks like you won't be getting a social visit pass into Singapore so easily next time&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"She is my wife's friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Drink tea in a hotel room together? Bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Just a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's safer to do it at some public carpark staircase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"I never collect money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eh... Maybe this is really for pleasure but why go Geylang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;It's a &lt;strong&gt;crime to watch&lt;/strong&gt; these people man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-7826390119668358221?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7826390119668358221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=7826390119668358221&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7826390119668358221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/7826390119668358221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/crime-to-watch.html' title='Crime to Watch'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTmZM7AFeJA/TZICw5WAM_I/AAAAAAAAEk4/_zuSI1boh5s/s72-c/police.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8881958975288614691</id><published>2011-03-27T18:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:00:08.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preference for Male Stylist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Thought of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;There are close to 10 salons near my place and there is one I frequent as it is a little different than others. Brights lights, it smells nice and &lt;strong&gt;all the stylists are men&lt;/strong&gt;. I do see a few&amp;nbsp;shampoo girls&amp;nbsp;occasionally but they never serve me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Not only are the stylists men, but very &lt;strong&gt;good looking men with very good bodies&lt;/strong&gt;. How can I miss looking at the shape of their bodies when they wear fitting tops? Sometimes I fantacise about squeezing their buldging muscular arms. Good thing that I am a very controlled person and my hands are always kept to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I prefer male stylists and I am not afraid to admit it. I love the comfort of not having my&amp;nbsp;scalp scratched&amp;nbsp;with long fingernails, I love the male perspective of beauty and just take it that &lt;strong&gt;I love being "MANhandled"! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWHGWozC_4g/TY8J5NUrxDI/AAAAAAAAEk0/6NEjHzMk5UI/s1600/pic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWHGWozC_4g/TY8J5NUrxDI/AAAAAAAAEk0/6NEjHzMk5UI/s320/pic.JPG" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Male perspective of beauty if important if you want admiration from men. My husband passed nice comments about &lt;strong&gt;my shiny hair&lt;/strong&gt; after visiting the salon yesterday. See, my preference for male stylists is justified. If only hubby knew how much I invested...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Despite vowing never to visit them again, I somehow always end up at the same place. Not that they are not good but they are very pushy aggresive sales people. Looks like I will be making more visits to the salon as&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I had signed myself up for more sessions to&amp;nbsp;have my head&amp;nbsp;manhandled&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19242968-8881958975288614691?l=the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8881958975288614691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19242968&amp;postID=8881958975288614691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8881958975288614691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19242968/posts/default/8881958975288614691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-hb-diaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/preference-for-male-stylist.html' title='Preference for Male Stylist'/><author><name>(T) (H) (B)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11687470323949210637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFE5CcXe5H8/S9fYlgCQwLI/AAAAAAAAEVU/LOykM54T63E/S220/80500Well-Behaved-Women-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWHGWozC_4g/TY8J5NUrxDI/AAAAAAAAEk0/6NEjHzMk5UI/s72-c/pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242968.post-8435748680438217569</id><published>2011-03-24T00:00:00.066+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:02:47.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Way to Regular Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thought of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While having a drink with a gal friend, we lamented on the lack of sexual activities with our respective partners. It got me wondering, why are men thought to be the hornier bunch when almost all my gal friends are complaining about the lack of sex like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;When two people started dating, seeing each other naked seemed to be the greatest adventure. &lt;strong&gt;The mere thought of undressing each other is enough to get a woman wet and the man hard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oZ6NDlVTAc4/TYoVnnZjyBI/AAAAAAAAEks/hQ-yW4jF5Rw/s1600/Regular.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oZ6NDlVTAc4/TYoVnnZjyBI/AAAAAAAAEks/hQ-yW4jF5Rw/s1600/Regular.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As you proceed with a serious relationship in mind, sex dropped from the top of the list. From daily to a couple of times a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After getting married, it seemed to be a weekly affair, then it started to be monthly and then soon,&amp;nbsp;a luxury saved for special occasions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How long can a couple stay married without sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span 
