<?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-8371783</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:02:03.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChinaPolarBear</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5227488419482798821</id><published>2008-09-16T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:21:48.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, do I really have to?</title><content type='html'> Thanks to Josie, I've been tagged. Been trying to avoid this tag thingy but now, I've been officially tagged. Gosh.... So let's get on with this. Let's see if there are 10 things about me that I can tell others that they do not know about....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE RULES&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;1. I HATE CATS but LOVE DOGS. Nuf said. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;2. I have lots of pet-peeves like people not telling me the truth. Trying to hide their true and actual intentions or plans or what they feel. I hate that soo much. Liars just get to me. Why can't they just tell me the truth so I will know how I will plan things out without them in the picture?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. I Absolutely LOVE jewelries! I am just drawn towards them and will look at each and every one of them and drool with desire of wanting to get them but I don't. hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. I don't have sweet-tooth, despite of what people think. I actually eat a lot healthier than others. I love veggies and fruits, BUT have no plans of being a Vegan, if you know what I mean. I love having ice cream and chocolates in my fridge just to keep my desire to eat chocolates at bay. I've even had this set of chocolates for 2 years already but still have not yet opened them. Hushhhhsssss... Don't tell my guests... hehehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. I complain a lot. I don't whine, I complain. This helps me vent my anger and frustrations and help me cope with the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. I am independent and strong but am very very fragile and tender inside. I break easily. Be careful with my heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. I'm a squirrel (I think its a squirrel). I just love hording stuff and keeping it aside for a rainy day. This means, I usually have new things that became old due to time because I don't use them rather than becoming old due to too much use. :D No worries, I'm trying to break this habit now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. I'm the breadwinner of the family. I basically bring the bacon home. Not 100% but at least 50%. I feel old for my age since I'm not yet even married, let alone, have never even had a relationship yet. Goodness!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. I love travelling and looking for new places to travel to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. I'm willing to try anything once, just to say that I have had the pleasure and chance to try it rather than not have tried at all. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, I'm not spreading the homework. Just post if you want to. :D &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5227488419482798821?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5227488419482798821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5227488419482798821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5227488419482798821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5227488419482798821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-do-i-really-have-to.html' title='Tagged, do I really have to?'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1136533832946219461</id><published>2008-09-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:38:52.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professionalism</title><content type='html'>Talk about professionalism.... These people I'm working with are sooo unprofessional, I can't imagine how in the world they were able to get through the HR interviews and tests and evaluations. My goodness! And, they can even say that they are the best of the best from 3000 people in their call center. Good gracious! If they are the best of the best, how much more worst can the others be? I can't tell you enough how much I despise these people and their attitude, and their air or greatness. Even the worst of the worst in my old company are way way better than them. If you don't believe, just read through some of the emails being sent to customers, and managers below. Tell me what you think... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can say is, "No wonder the customers' don't understand them and request to be guided through the call, rather than get an email instruction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Sample email being sent out to customers on how to download a Vista clean up utility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link :-   ftp.company.com/link/linkcleanup.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:- click on the link and click on clean up utility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Steps 2:- it will ask run save or cancel  plz click on save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps 3:- you will see a new screen where u have to click on browse folder and in the same screen on the left hand side click on desktop once that is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step4:- on the right hand side click on  save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the download is complete &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then close all the windows and then click on Run:- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninstall the Lexmark that u have install with the cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2;- download the driver &lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE LINK TO DOWNLOAD THE DRIVER FROM THE WEBSITE   WWW .company.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link 2 :-  http://downloads.company.com/perl/downloads/dl.cgi         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Click on download now after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the driver cjr……… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then save browse folder and the click on desktop   once and the click on save on the right hand side corner button .click save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps :- once the download is complete then close all the windows &lt;br /&gt;And click on run and install the software follow the screen instruction &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………………end……………………………… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I sent him an email about why he did not take ownership of the case by putting the case into his folder after taking the call. Here's his reply to my Manager because my Manager asked why he has not yet responded to my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cc: Team Lead&lt;br /&gt;Subject: BIN ISSUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     HI,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             their was lot many Calls if some one forget to take the call in the bin .We remind and it is not with me with all .as this time Grace marked an email .I will make suer if some think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            same  happen like this we can send an email because i am changing bin even i remind the person not once or twice several times so to Agent A .so if some thing same happen  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            it is just a  normal process some times anybody and forget .i will take care of this and if some thing same happen  i will make suer i will remind that person through an email .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            i am sorry . this will not happen again .i am sorry for the late reply as my lotus is not working properly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks andRegards&lt;br /&gt;Agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technical Support  ANZ group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- I have no more comment. Nothing to comment. Can't comment at all. The Tiger caught my tongue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1136533832946219461?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1136533832946219461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1136533832946219461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1136533832946219461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1136533832946219461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/professionalism.html' title='Professionalism'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-59988376612026318</id><published>2008-08-12T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:17:06.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLR or not?</title><content type='html'>I just asked 2 Sundays ago about the new SLR cam that came out. Buying it would cost twice the amount of the budget I have set myself for. Is it worth it? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's Canon 1000D with starter kit and profile lens (I'm not sure what it's called, but I know what it can take). Shall I get it? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The thing is, I like taking great photos AND at the same time, I like my photo to be taken. So if I buy the SLR, then I would not be in the picture as I can't take a photo of myself and the people who I ask to use my camera to take my photo don't know how to use my camera, or not the way I like it to be. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So now what?....&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-59988376612026318?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/59988376612026318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=59988376612026318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/59988376612026318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/59988376612026318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/slr-or-not.html' title='SLR or not?'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2419203942616766513</id><published>2008-08-12T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:06:08.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>忙， 忙的要死</title><content type='html'>这几天， 公式太忙了。 很多事情要做。 还有一个人，他会打扰你。不知道为什么。真麻烦。背我气死了。&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;改天在来update一下。&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2419203942616766513?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2419203942616766513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2419203942616766513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2419203942616766513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2419203942616766513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='忙， 忙的要死'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1682708595761260312</id><published>2008-07-20T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:29:46.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Pipe</title><content type='html'> My hot water pipe broke early in the morning Thursday last week. I awoke with a strong hissing sound. My first thought, "Oh no, there's a gas leak" Then I thought "Wait, there's no gas in my apartment." So I followed the sound and blindly turned on the bathroom light. This is early in the wee hours of the morning so my eyes are blurred despite me wearing my glasses. I saw steam coming out of my bathroom. That's where the hissing sound is coming from the loudest. I thought, oh no, what's wrong. Then I looked down, gosh, there's so much steam, I can't see. My glasses fogged up quick and I can't see even if I removed them. So I stooped down and blindly groped around. OUCH! It's HOT! Ok, so I turned off the faucet that lets all that hot water out. Ok. Problem solved. But now, my sink does not have hot water. Goodness. Ok, I need to go buy a pipe on my own. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I called the Wu Ye (Facility Maintenance) to help me fix it. They came today. Know what he said, what's wrong with the pipe? Why do you want to replace it. I said, it's leaking. He said, no it's not. I'm like, DUH! I turned the faucet off, that's why its not leaking. He asked me where, and why do I want to change it, I show him where to turn on the faucet and viola, he got burned too. HAHAHA... I'm sooooo bad. Anyway, he changed it for me and told me to turn on the faucet only half way. hehehe &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Know what I think, I can change that damn pipe on my own. I should have changed it on my own. I shouldn't have had to ask him to come and fix it. Stupid. Next time, I'm changing it myself. I changed my bathroom bulb all by myself and the kitchen sink pipe on my own. I don't need someone like him to help me change this water pipe. What do you think of me, a maiden who can't help herself. Gosh.... In any case, I've always had my Dad to help me with such household problems but since I've been living on my own for the past 2 years, I've relied on my own capabilities to do so. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's been 2 years and counting since I started living on my own. I can't see it any other way. I just need to be able to visit my family more often than now, then I'm all set. It would be the life! hehehe :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Water flowing day to all of you!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1682708595761260312?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1682708595761260312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1682708595761260312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1682708595761260312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1682708595761260312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/07/water-pipe.html' title='Water Pipe'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3335881694282117797</id><published>2008-07-20T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:00:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small world</title><content type='html'>   It is a small world after all. The song that children sing whenever. It is true. Someone just came here a week ago. Another Fil-Chi girl. Close to home. She's from Manila and studies in one of the schools associated with my old alma mater. She studied in a college that has associations with my old alma mater too. She also has the traits, the pet-peeves, the style, the thinking and the way of any Fil-Chi in Manila. I would know her as soon as I see her and I would have, and I have, pegged her as the "Rich-Can-Afford-No-Need-To-Work" Chinese in the Philippines. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have been assigned, by Irene, the task of showing her around town. Helping her and her mom settle down in this foreign city and foreign country since it is their first time coming here. As usual, I did my motherly duty to take them around town and accompany them. I was only doing it half hearted-ly since 1, I'm forced to by Irene, and 2, I wouldn't want her to think that I'm selfish and cold hearted. I have always thought of how people who move from one location to the other survive without friends and a warm welcome. So for me, its a duty to warmly welcome them into our community since I would like for others to welcome me the same way when I go somewhere else. Anyway, since I was doing that, I went out with them yesterday. talking about stuff in their lives and what nots. I got to know them a little better. Little did I know, I knew who her older brother is all along. He's one of the people I admire and strive to at least be half of, when I was in high school. Goodness. It is really such a small world. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think it pays to be polite and kind to other people. You'll never know who they know in the end. I think I'm going to be famous. hahaha.... I hope the older brother still remembers me. :D&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3335881694282117797?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3335881694282117797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3335881694282117797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3335881694282117797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3335881694282117797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/07/small-world.html' title='Small world'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3343662498322986250</id><published>2008-07-10T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:26:07.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'> What do I really want to do in the Future? What is there for me? What does the future hold for me? Where will I be in the next few years? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm out and burnt. I guess its because I'm old and have never been able to rest properly from all that toxicity and I move from one toxic dump to another. I guess all that toxicity is working its way into my system now. I'm surprised because its just been a month and half in this new company and I'm all beat. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Things have been going around too. I's going home. She's got a new SO. I wish her life to be mine. Simplicity. No responsibilities. What will life be if I had that situation? No worries about where I will get the money to feed myself because my parents have enough to support me. No worries on where my sister will get her tuition fee because my parents have enough to support her too. No worries on where my family will be if I don't earn enough to support all our financial needs because my parents have enough. I can use all of my own money for whatever I want to do. I can use my time, and my years to what I want to do. I would have explored and travelled to several cities already. Bum around and heal my broken heart and spirit. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why does it have to be here? What does this city I am in now mean? What significance does coming here have for my life? Was it to prepare me for a life of loneliness? Was it to prepare me for a life of singleness? Was it to prepare me to be independent so that someone can depend on me? Was it to prepare me to be dependent on someone when that someone comes along? Was it to heal me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If it was for healing, it's not working. I think my mentality and depression became worst when I came here. I was already on the verge of freaking out and becoming psychotic and now all these? Hmmmm....&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3343662498322986250?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3343662498322986250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3343662498322986250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3343662498322986250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3343662498322986250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/07/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1947706106236096107</id><published>2008-07-10T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:12:52.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto Answer feature</title><content type='html'> Why is it hard to accept the fact that the calls are supposed to be automatically answered when you work in a call center? You already worked in such an environment before, so why all the hassle and the stubbornness of not willing to accept this new change? You're going back to that environment soon enough, so why complain?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Idoits... Baka... Bapu...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For the rest of you, what difference does it make when your phone physically rings and when it is automatically answered? don't tell me its because when the phone physically rings, you can move far from your desk and just run the hell to it when it rings just to pick it up before the 3rd ring or it will drop. Spoiled brats. You guys have been spoiled shit-less and you still complain? Goodness... grow up people. You need to see the real world. It does not revolve and evolve only around you. &lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1947706106236096107?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1947706106236096107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1947706106236096107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1947706106236096107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1947706106236096107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/07/auto-answer-feature.html' title='Auto Answer feature'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3920449088340132679</id><published>2008-07-10T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:07:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><content type='html'> "Why do I always have to sacrifice?" That's what I heard this morning when I came in to work. I hate that question / statement. Hearing that made me oh sooo mad. I just wanted to burst out in flames and strangle the person who said it. 2 people called in absent today, so there's only 5 people instead of the normal 7 people. When I arrived at the office, I went straight to the canteen to buy some much needed breakfast. Lo and behold, who do I see, 2 other agents who are on break. I'm all jittery already because I'm still sick and today's not much better but I had to go in because I have to submit a report. So when I went up, they were still not there. When they got back, I asked them why both of them went for break. They said that it's their scheduled break. I said, yes, i understand that but how come 2 of you left. There's only 3 people left to man the queue. I would expect that the other person (who kept saying that he's the top agent of the whole company for 6mos in a row for a company of 4k++ agents, who got the best CSAT scores for 6mos, who got the best agent award for 6mos in a row) would have the common sense to not take break just like that. And guess what he said, "Why do I always have to sacrifice my break for the queue?" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh my, oh my. I could not help but burst and say, "I'm not saying you can't take your break, I'm saying, why do you need to take your break at the same time when you specifically know that there are 2 people out absent already?" And he answered, "So why do I have to sacrifice?" I responded with "Who said you were sacrificing your break? Don't misunderstand me. I'm not telling you that you are not allowed to take your break because 2 people are absent. What I am saying is why does it have to be the 2 of you on break at the same time?" Then he said, "how about my scheduled lunch? I can't take that too?" Now, at this time, all I'm thinking, where the hell did your brain and common sense go? It must be left somewhere in the depths of whatever because he did not get me. He's just trying to make up excuses. And what pissed me off more was that this guy was vying for a promotion. If he gets promoted with this attitude, the world will end... In any case, I responded with "I'm disappointed with your response. I would assume that you have the common sense to help this small team out since you already have the prior experience before but looks like your words are totally opposite what you're doing. Oh well. I can't do anything because its already passed. Forget it." I ended with that and looked at my laptop again, concentrating on my reports. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sacrifice... I thought I would be doing it all over again, but hell, with this set of people, who gives a shit... I'm not working my ass off for someone who does not appreciate it. I'm not that stupid anymore... I'm only doing what I'm told. No more above and beyond that what is required.&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3920449088340132679?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3920449088340132679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3920449088340132679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3920449088340132679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3920449088340132679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/07/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-6497061495617268883</id><published>2008-07-10T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:50:08.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Working Girl</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen people, no, girls, wear all dressed out "officey" thinking that this girl must be someone important or have a high position in a certain company? Well, I have and I'm working with a few of them, in fact. I have this specific girl who takes calls for our team. She dresses and WALKS the part. At times, she would come in the office all dressed up like she's going to some elegant, exclusive to Movie Stars, party, and at times come in dressed as if she's just lounging around at home with her super short shorts and super thin and short blouse. Goodness, have some appropriateness girl. You dress up as if you want to tell the whole world that your a slut, whether or not that's true, I don't know. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In any case, I dont like the way she struts around the office. Especially when she's coming in or going home. She struts like she's in some high position within the company, where in fact, she just goes in, sits on a desk and take half as many calls as the rest of the team. She watches Movies half of her day and even refuses to take transfered calls because she does not want to. Goodness... How do you deal with such a person?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How in the world can you strut your strut and feel confident when you are just putting on a face or a facade?? I can't imagine living your life... Goodness, all that lying and putting up a front. Be true to yourself girl. &lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-6497061495617268883?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6497061495617268883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=6497061495617268883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6497061495617268883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6497061495617268883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-working-girl.html' title='I&amp;#39;m a Working Girl'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5120897101849615132</id><published>2008-07-10T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:35:45.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its unfair that I work harder than the others</title><content type='html'> That's what I heard from my colleague one day. She told me that she's been getting calls left and right and she thinks that its unfair for her to get more calls compared to the rest of the team because she has more skills than the others. Whenever the rest of the team does not get calls, she gets calls from another team and that means she's not taking a rest just like the others. If others can get avail time or rest, how come she can't? She's absolutely right! Totally right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But how about the others? What about the rest of the people around the world? Don't they get to rest from working real hard? What about doctors who are working more than 24hrs a day on call from emergencies? Don't they get to rest too? How about those who are working to rescue the victims of the Earthquake? Don't they get to rest too. They work hard and harder than the rest of us. Don't they get to just stop and breathe for a few minutes? Then, if we grant them that few minutes, don't you think that the aftershock will not stop just because of that? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm blabbering... I can't sleep. I'm trying to sleep but I can't. I just slept for an hour and my throat is itchy, scratchy and blocked. I can't breathe when I'm trying to swallow... But then, I still come to work. Don't you think that's unfair for me too? I even had to take a supervisor call with this awful hoarse voice and even strained my throat more because the customer could not hear me. Then, tell me, oh pray tell, how come its unfair for you to work harder compared to the rest? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you want it to be fair, let's hail all communism laws and do not have our own opinion and have equality for all. That means, you don't get more than rest of your countrymen, and you also don't get recognition for it. Goodness, and you tell me you want to be promoted.... ahem... how will that be possible?&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5120897101849615132?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5120897101849615132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5120897101849615132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5120897101849615132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5120897101849615132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-unfair-that-i-work-harder-than.html' title='Its unfair that I work harder than the others'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5069725534791292522</id><published>2008-07-07T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:12:06.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knows - Natasha Bedingfield</title><content type='html'>I'm in like with&lt;br&gt;Not in love with you quite yet&lt;br&gt;My heart's beginning to&lt;br&gt;Slightly overrule my head&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh no, oh no&lt;br&gt;My self control&lt;br&gt;It won't hold up for very long&lt;br&gt;Oh no, oh no&lt;br&gt;You touch my soul&lt;br&gt;I can't help falling too fast for you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can you hold on a bit&lt;br&gt;Stop before we go&lt;br&gt;'cause I might need a moment&lt;br&gt;And I wouldn't wanna spoil it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knows if I am ready or not&lt;br&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br&gt;Who knows if we are ready to make this something&lt;br&gt;Who knows&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe this is love&lt;br&gt;But I haven't fallen in quite yet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh no, oh no&lt;br&gt;My self control&lt;br&gt;It won't hold up for very long&lt;br&gt;Oh no, oh no&lt;br&gt;You touch my soul&lt;br&gt;I can't help falling too fast for you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can you hold on a bit&lt;br&gt;Stop before we go&lt;br&gt;'cause I might need a moment&lt;br&gt;And I wouldn't wanna spoil it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knows if I am ready or not&lt;br&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br&gt;Who knows if we are ready to make this something&lt;br&gt;Who knows&lt;br&gt;Who knows&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can you hold on a bit&lt;br&gt;Stop before we go&lt;br&gt;'cause I might need a moment&lt;br&gt;And I wouldn't wanna spoil it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knows if I am ready or not&lt;br&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br&gt;Who knows if we are ready to make this something&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knows if I am ready or not&lt;br&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br&gt;Who knows if we are ready to make this something&lt;br&gt;Who knows&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knows&lt;br&gt;Maybe, maybe not&lt;br&gt;Who knows&lt;br&gt;Maybe, maybe not&lt;br&gt;Who knows&lt;br&gt;Maybe I will, maybe I won't&lt;br&gt;Who knows  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5069725534791292522?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5069725534791292522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5069725534791292522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5069725534791292522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5069725534791292522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-knows-natasha-bedingfield.html' title='Who Knows - Natasha Bedingfield'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-7671954049394332204</id><published>2008-07-06T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:32:40.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Dedicated to Irene and Herbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Winter snow is falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Children laughing all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lights are turning on like a fairy tale come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sittin' by the fire we made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;You're the answer when I prayed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I would find someone and baby I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And all I want is to hold you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;All I need is you more everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;You saved my heart from being broken apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;You gave your love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And I'm thankful everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;For the gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Watching as you softly sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;What I'd give if I could keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Just this moment if all of time stood still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But the colors fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And the years will make us gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But baby in my eyes you'll still be beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Can't find the words to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Thank you for the gift&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-7671954049394332204?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7671954049394332204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=7671954049394332204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7671954049394332204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7671954049394332204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/07/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-7058319896509671996</id><published>2008-05-30T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:45:45.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recyled Bags</title><content type='html'>We were given recyled bags (the cloth type) by the company today. Reason is because the whole country is going to start not using plastic bags anymore. For eco purposes and also for Olypics (clean up) purpose. So now, if you want to go grocery, bring your recycle bag always. And if you want to throw your trash, buy trash bags. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They also gave us zhong zi (Ma Chang) for Duan Wu Jie. Dragon boat festival. :D&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-7058319896509671996?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7058319896509671996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=7058319896509671996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7058319896509671996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7058319896509671996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/05/recyled-bags.html' title='Recyled Bags'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-9073939015340104045</id><published>2008-05-24T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:57:41.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures in the washing your clothes</title><content type='html'>I remember watching a Taiwanese drama series where in the mother was washing her daughter's clothes after she came home from a long hard day's work. The other daughther (who she thought was a total stranger - long story, ask me next time) asked the mom why she loved washing the clothes at night. The mom answered, because I can find treasures in them. Then the daughter asked, what do you mean treasures? The mom answered, "Sometimes, I can find a few coins here and there. Sometimes, a few bills. Sometimes notes from lovers or angry notes that are being passed around in school. Through washing the clothes, I can also know how my daughter's day went, even if she does not tell me. I can see tears here and there, or some buttons missing, and I would know that she had a fight. Sometimes, I would also see stains, and I would know where she went and what she ate that day. Its these simple things that I find that I treasure the most. This is the only time that I can be with my daughter all through out the day. I'm always with her, and she with me."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My point in this, is that I found some treasures while I washed my clothes today. This morning, when I did the first round of laundry, I found a 5 yuan bill. Tonight, a few minutes ago, I found a 20 yuan bill. I didn't know that I had all that treasure in just by washing my laundry. hehehe &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I just have to tape up the 20 yuan bill because it was torn into 3 pcs. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also remembered that it was the only reason or motivation that made me wash the clothes when I was in Manila. You'll never know how much treasure you can find in 5 people's clothings. My dad's pockets will always have some coins in it. My pockets will have bills (small ones though). My mom's would be larger bills. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I once found a 500 peso bill floating in the washer. hehehe Later, I realized, that was the money I thought I lost when I was paying for dinner the night before. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-9073939015340104045?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/9073939015340104045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=9073939015340104045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/9073939015340104045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/9073939015340104045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/05/treasures-in-washing-your-clothes.html' title='Treasures in the washing your clothes'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-4686498307560774329</id><published>2008-05-21T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:45:00.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of letting go by Mikaila</title><content type='html'> &lt;div style="border-style: solid solid none; 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| &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/mikaila/the_art_of_letting_go.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Art Of Letting Go lyrics&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-4686498307560774329?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4686498307560774329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=4686498307560774329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4686498307560774329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4686498307560774329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/05/art-of-letting-go-by-mikaila.html' title='The art of letting go by Mikaila'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-8538847530345405604</id><published>2008-05-21T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:43:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love my mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Check out the link below..... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/390226/top-10-things-you-forgot-your-mac-can-do" target="_blank"&gt;http://lifehacker.com/390226&lt;wbr&gt;/top-10-things-you-forgot-your&lt;wbr&gt;-mac-can-do&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here's some of my reasons.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1. two finger scroll - horizontal and vertical&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2. wide track pad&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. two finger right click&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;4. features in windows are also available, just like international character input. i can still input chinese without installing a software&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5. dictionary is available&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;6. power saving option is good. my laptop has at least 4 hours to 5 hours batt life. WAY to go BATT life&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;7. easy way to connect wirelessly and via ethernet port. just one click and one option&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;8. pinch it in or out, hehehe &lt;br&gt;9. magnifying glass!!! to magnify your screen... &lt;br&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br&gt;These are just some of my reasons. I just wanted to write about it...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And did you know that Mac has an Easter egg too. hehehe Well, I just happen to accidentally click on it that's why I found out. hehehe It's Apple+ESC. hehehe Try it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-8538847530345405604?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8538847530345405604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=8538847530345405604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8538847530345405604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8538847530345405604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-love-my-mac.html' title='Why I love my mac'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5506281422746571616</id><published>2008-05-20T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:17:47.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, your magic</title><content type='html'> I think that's what the new terminology is for the people who have been hired for whatever the reason. The managers who hired you would definitely say, "Work your Magic, that's why I hired you." That's what my current manager told me this afternoon, when I had an impromptu one-on-one meeting with him so he could "brief" me with "what's happening" with the team. The 2 TLs that I'm replacing are not even that keen on helping me out with proper transition. They are all, here you go, that's it. I'm all "gosh, are you serious? Is that it?"... You guys need to learn how to transition everything properly. Goodness... hehehe But hey, I think I can manage. No, I don't think I can manage, I WILL manage. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, this is a new company. Everything is different. Everything is new. Pressure to make things work are a pain. It's definitely different. Moving from the previous company to this company is troublesome. The new company requires a lot of stuff for me to bring, well, it's not that much but the hassle to get it and the trouble with language deficiency is really a pain. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So back to the move, I've been in night shift 7yrs and 3 months already. I have sworn to myself that I will only work 10yrs in night shift at MAX and 10yrs in call center at max too. I'm so glad to be out of night shift at last but it's wierd working days. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I realized that 1, I hate the traffic and rush hour. I super duper hate it! I have to wake up 2hrs earlier to get myself to the office in time. For the past 2weeks and 2days in my new company, I've taken the bus to work only 3 times. I would usually take the taxi to work because I'm running 15mins late. Since I'm working flexi time, my old PS habit of arriving into the office at least 15mins - 30mins late has been kicking in. I hope I can make it out earlier tomorrow. hehehe... I mean, 2 hrs in the morning's a waste and I dont even get to eat breakfast at that! I'm not sure why it takes me that long to get ready in the morning compared to when I work nights and I only take 30mins to get ready and out the door. I guess its the walk to the bus stop and that I move slow when it's daylight that makes it worst. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2, I don't have enough time to do my errands and chores. I haven't had time to sweep and mop my floor since I started working days and I've only had enough time to wash and hang my clothes but not fold and keep it. Errands are also going to be a challenge this coming weeks. I'm going to have to figure out how to pay the utilities when they are only open during office hours on mondays to fridays. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3, I feel like I'm dreaming. That, all of this, is not real. Its all surreal. All untrue. All in my imagination. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4, And last, but not the least, At last, I'm NORMAL!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=====&lt;br&gt;On a side note, working in the new team's hard too. They expected me to have everything ready and up and running in only 1 month when there are no documented processes to follow or read through. No support site or internal site that I can refer to. Oh, that's not all. I don't even have my company ID (email, login ID) setup. They could not find where I am... Last but not the least, in my team, the team leaders use 2 systems, one desktop (client specific issues) and one laptop (company work). And guess what, I only have the desktop, and the desktop has everything blocked. No ym, no messenger, no firefox, no maxthon, nothing! And the laptop, I have to wait for 1 month before they could issue me one, unless I want one now, which is available but it's super duper slow. Nah, I'd rather wait. If I get the laptop now, then it means they can push me to work... hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All in all, I just want to say "transition's a bitch."   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5506281422746571616?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5506281422746571616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5506281422746571616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5506281422746571616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5506281422746571616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/05/work-your-magic.html' title='Work, your magic'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-7303379573182257372</id><published>2008-05-19T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:55:02.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 mins of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://afp.google.com/media/ALeqM5jOpxMT0HcnHaiV-kg0LKmAnuVVmg?size=m" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We observed 3 mins of silence today for the earthquake victims in ChengDu, Sichuan area, we stood in silence for three minutes starting 2:28pm. I was wondering why the time needs to be exact and what not. I was actually caught in the middle of it unaware. I just sat a my seat and said my own little prayer instead. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Earlier in the day, I went to the government office to get a certificate for my tax exemption case. I was wondering why the flags are raised half way. I immediately thought that the city was mourning for the quake victims. Since I dont read the news or listen to news, I did not know that the Chinese government has declared a 3-day mourning starting today. Today marks the first week since the quake. And where did I get all these information, via the Internet. I looked for news about the 3 minute silence. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In any case, I was also surprised because the whole country followed suite. I was in a small family owned restaurant eating dinner, because I was so hungry, while they were watching the news. They features several places and cities all over China that observed the 3 minute silence. Everything and everyone stoped for those three minutes. Even the doctors in surgery stopped. Gosh. I did not understand how important this is until I saw that news clip that even the doctors stopped in the middle of an operation or something, to observe this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danwei.org/featured_video/the_flag_at_tiananmen_at_half.php"&gt;http://www.danwei.org/featured_video/the_flag_at_tiananmen_at_half.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2008/05/19/asia/AS-GEN-China-Earthquake.php"&gt;http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2008/05/19/asia/AS-GEN-China-Earthquake.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5gBr_dOzJ9Pnc_U9gSgtTgE-cR-KwD90OI6EO0"&gt;http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5gBr_dOzJ9Pnc_U9gSgtTgE-cR-KwD90OI6EO0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-7303379573182257372?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7303379573182257372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=7303379573182257372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7303379573182257372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7303379573182257372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-mins-of-silence.html' title='3 mins of Silence'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-6233533673992236888</id><published>2008-05-18T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:27:37.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Again</title><content type='html'>At last, I've got my own plaything to get to the Internet. It's worth the wait and the buy.... Yehey!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to be OC-OC again, cleaning this thing... hay.... but hey, its worth whipping out in Starbucks when people see you and turn to see your unit! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whoopeeee! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Welcome to the world of Apples!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-6233533673992236888?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6233533673992236888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=6233533673992236888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6233533673992236888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6233533673992236888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-again.html' title='Online Again'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2129303668159979266</id><published>2008-05-07T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:58:55.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No laptop</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have to return this laptop to its original owner, my former company. So goodbye to computer and Internet connection for the mean time. Till I get a new laptop from the new company, or till I buy my own. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So long for now. I hope I can survive without a laptop..... I can't imagine how it will go.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2129303668159979266?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2129303668159979266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2129303668159979266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2129303668159979266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2129303668159979266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-laptop.html' title='No laptop'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1019666694778771595</id><published>2008-05-05T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:41:12.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm flying back to reality tomorrow, May 6th. I hate ending a super short and bitin vaca! Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Unfortunately, we need to "toil" (as Don Señor Miguel puts it) out of the country to earn enough to live a decent life and make enough to feed an entire army of parasites... hehehe just kidding gwen and mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But truth to be told, I love living alone. It's just the miles apart that I hate! and the country itself. Oh! and the loneliness... hehehe From my point of view, it's just for tour and sight seeing and experiencing culture. Nothing else. I would definitely not really live "LIVE" there for very very long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Ok. Till here for now. I'm off to one last dinner with my sis, bestie and her hubby. I'm all packed (well, half packed) and ready to go. Reality, here I come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Pray for me.... I just got a call from the new company and it looks like they will retract the current offer and will offer something lesser (which I don't want). They even told me not to resign from my current company yet (when 3weeks ago, they couldn't wait for me to start ASAP)... CRAZY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1019666694778771595?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1019666694778771595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1019666694778771595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1019666694778771595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1019666694778771595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/05/flying-back-to-reality.html' title='Flying back to reality'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5642564768958966846</id><published>2008-04-26T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:30:49.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Friends</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm in Charlene's house right now, using her laptop, sitting on her bed and waiting for her hubby to pick us up to go to Rockwell to meet up with Zabeth and her fiancee. Charlene's fast asleep beside me. hahaha She did not get enough sleep last night. It's the first time I slept for so long on a vacation. I was lights out at 12mn last night and woke up at 7am. I just went back to sleep because they're not yet awake. We left the house to eat dimsum breakfast at 9:30am. Whew.... Super late breakfast. hahaha... but damn, it was good. I love dimsum!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Time for bonding's short and I have a lot of things and stories to tell but they all seem to have vanished when I want to tell them about it. hehehe... I just realized, time with friends are way to short. I need to get enough time to bond with them again before I let the floodgates open. Sigh... It's because I've been away for so long. But who cares, I still love my friends. Time is not enough to entertain and meet up with all my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Thinking of these stuff.... I remembered someone told me before that if my friends see me as important and value me, when I come back, all I have to do is book a date and ask them all to meet me on that day. But thinking of this, its a great idea because its cheaper and more convenient but it ain't that worth it because my friends don't know each other and we talk of different stuffs when we're with each other. Not all my friends know my other circle of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Come to think of it, how many friends do I have? Maybe I only have acquaintances.... I hope not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5642564768958966846?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5642564768958966846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5642564768958966846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5642564768958966846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5642564768958966846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/04/visiting-friends.html' title='Visiting Friends'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-6387270427721872946</id><published>2008-04-26T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:22:52.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the HEART is</title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm at home at last. It's still surreal for me. I can't seem to  accept the fact that I'm home. It's all a dream. Please don't wake me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Hot is the word. That's how I would describe the HEAT here. Gosh. I never felt really good to sweat. Just sitting down, not moving or doing anything, you sweat. I never knew it was that easy to sweat. No need to go the sauna. hahaha After 2 years in a cold city, this is heaven. I just have to learn how to use the fan again or how to wipe my face of all that perspiration. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Food galore. I've only been home for 2 days, today's the 3rd day and I've eaten most of the food cravings i'm after. Dimsum, shabu-shabu, my granny's spaghetti... MMMMmmmmm heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Errands, I've listed so many and much errands and I've done a lot already and still many more to go. I've renewed my driver's license, went for blood test, check up with one doctor, bought a new PC, went to watch movie with my sis, went for salon treatments (threading, hair color, cut and manicure and foot spa). Just need to go have SPA treatment! gosh! This is life! heaven! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The only thing left to do is to go beach! Beach! Beach! Hmmm..... Where can I go at a short notice and only for 3days? Galera? Any other suggestions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-6387270427721872946?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6387270427721872946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=6387270427721872946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6387270427721872946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6387270427721872946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the HEART is'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-6240876657520146586</id><published>2008-04-18T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:33:02.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going offline and Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm done. Officially done. I have 2 weeks before I start a new life. I'm going offline here in a few more hours and I might not be able to log in anymore. I hope I will be able to. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm just waiting for Monday to talk to someone about the new life. To talk about when I will start that new life. So there. As soon as I talk with that person, I will know whether I can go home on Tuesday, or on Thursday or even be able to go home. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm so confused and tired and about nearly just raise up my hands in defeat and just call and book the ticket home for Tues. It lucky that its the weekend so I can calm myself down and wait till I finish this weekend to know what the future will bring. Somehow, this test of patience is wearing me thin. I'm soooo stretched out that I'm going to snap real soon. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Fudge, even at the last minute, they can still screw me up. Why can't it be smooth sailing and no worries at all? sigh.... I think it's smooth, seems to be, or not. I don't know. Maybe also because I'm worried about something else, and want something else that's why everything is all confusing right now. Are you confused with this entry too? I know I am. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Anywho, this is ChinaPolarBear, signing off for now. For the time being. Hopefully be able to sign in again in the Philippines. I'm sooooo Homesick!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-6240876657520146586?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6240876657520146586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=6240876657520146586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6240876657520146586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6240876657520146586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/04/going-offline-and-home.html' title='Going offline and Home'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5914470489749331030</id><published>2008-04-18T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T02:51:32.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I hate waiting. I hate waiting for people, for something, for anything. I'm a very impatient person. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm ok to wait for a while, like say, 5 mins, but then, I'm not willing to wait for more than 2 mins if you are late everyday. Like literally EVERYDAY. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm willing to wait for a day, to give you time to respond, but not a week without a response. That's just irresponsible, especially when it concerns you and me. Are you kidding?!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I just hate waiting. I know I need to be patient, but I'm not and I've been waiting all my life, for 28years, I've been waiting forever. And now, I still need to wait? What's up with that?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm not waiting anymore. I'm booking the ticket to HOME on Monday afternoon. I'm calling You in the Morning, wait till lunch, then book the ticket in the afternoon. I'm leaving the next day. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Hope this works out well. Pray for me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5914470489749331030?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5914470489749331030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5914470489749331030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5914470489749331030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5914470489749331030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-waiting.html' title='I hate waiting'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-687640447634656910</id><published>2008-04-16T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T02:16:35.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBSB</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAZCCAoKCC0AADmkfYQ1"&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb style="WIDTH: 478px; HEIGHT: 320px" height=252 src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAZCCAoKCC0AADmkfYQ1/single.jpg?et=lB9a%2CyPFq%2B%2CaElBj9Zqzog&amp;nmid=" width=354 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;I not only wonder, I talk aloud. hehehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-687640447634656910?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/687640447634656910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=687640447634656910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/687640447634656910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/687640447634656910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/04/nbsb.html' title='NBSB'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-4993349040870106243</id><published>2008-04-02T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T02:12:00.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I hate being in this Emotional Roller Coaster! Being super happy one day and super sad the next, then mostly stay in this depressed and sad state all the time. I hate being emotionally unstable with literally no support network to run to. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm so happy, then pissed, then angry, then sacred. All those emotions within a 10mins timeframe. When will this craziness end.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-4993349040870106243?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4993349040870106243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=4993349040870106243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4993349040870106243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4993349040870106243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/04/emotional-roller-coaster.html' title='Emotional Roller Coaster'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1920680544483802734</id><published>2008-03-31T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:10:08.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whopee~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm back! Yes! I'm back. I hope this connection lasts. A whole week without multiply access is a pain! The stupid great china firewall  just blocked out everything and the only thing that's keeping me sane to access this is our internal proxy which went down for a week too! oh no! even anonnymous proxies dont work here! Ugh.... &lt;die.......&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Ok. this is it for now. i'm going to read through other's blogs first then uploading some of mine. chow for now! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1920680544483802734?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1920680544483802734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1920680544483802734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1920680544483802734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1920680544483802734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/whopee.html' title='Whopee~~~~'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3323741769992318267</id><published>2008-03-21T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T06:52:32.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Pagent</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm not one to criticize and not say that I don't make the same mistakes the people I criticize make but hey, I'm always up for some laughs, no matter what it takes. XD &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm copying from &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://gibbscadiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/hail-janina.html"&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;http://gibbscadiz.blogspot.com/2008/03/hail-janina.html&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;. Thanks!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;~ Enjoy laughing and don't take it personal, we're only but humans. Thank you. hehehe &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Story #1. This happened in Albay. &lt;BR&gt;Emcee: Contestant No. 7, here's your question: What is your favorite animal, and why? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Contestant: (Confident) My favorite animal is a bird, because it can fly, it symbolizes freedom! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;(Audience claps wildly.) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Emcee: Good answer! So what is your favorite bird? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Contestant: My favorite bird is ah... eh... chicken. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Story #2. Somewhere in Laguna &lt;BR&gt;Emcee: Here's your question. Titanic was called the ship of dreams. Why? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Contestant: (Thinks long and hard, crowd beginning to hoot). Ahh... Flis rifit. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Emcee: Your question is, Titanic was called the ship of dreams. Why? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Contestant: (Thinks long ang hard again, then...) That's true. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Story #3. Just heard this from a friend. &lt;BR&gt;Emcee: What is your motto in life? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Contestant: My motto in life? Opportunity knocks but once and I thank you! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Story #4. A recent male beauty pageant in Intramuros &lt;BR&gt;Emcee (Boy Abunda no less): Contestant so-and-so, eto ang tanong. Ano sa tingin mo ang natatanging kaugalian nating mga Pinoy na dapat nating pahalagahan at ipamana sa ating mga anak? (What do you think is the most important cultural attitude or habit the Filipinos pass down from generation to generation? - that's as far as I can translate... )&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Contestant: Dapat ho tayo magtapon ng basura. (We should throw away the garbage.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Story #5. Joke making the rounds &lt;BR&gt;Emcee: What do you think is the biggest problem facing the youth today? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Contestant: Drugs. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;(Audience cheers.) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Emcee. Well said! Why do you say drugs? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Contestant: Ang mahal kasi e! (It's damn expensive!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Story #5. Not Q&amp;A, but funny nonetheless. &lt;BR&gt;This girl has joined and lost in so many beauty contests, and she's deeply frustrated. One Sunday it's her turn to do the reading at Mass. She begins: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;A reading from the letter of Paul... (flings her arms up) TO HEBREW CITY! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3323741769992318267?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3323741769992318267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3323741769992318267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3323741769992318267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3323741769992318267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/beauty-pagent.html' title='Beauty Pagent'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-8026272941010963606</id><published>2008-03-21T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T05:40:48.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ONE with your company?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/13/2"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/2/photos/13/300x300/2/me%20and%20hp.JPG?et=d+DBFca1GIAdSCMLCOPyFg&amp;nmid=66577588" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Are you in tune with what your company wants?&lt;BR&gt;Do you think like your company?&lt;BR&gt;Are you, your company?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;I think we're supposed to be, but hey, its all a lie in the end, isn't it?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/13/2"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-8026272941010963606?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8026272941010963606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=8026272941010963606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8026272941010963606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8026272941010963606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-you-one-with-your-company.html' title='Are you ONE with your company?'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5707693961040150646</id><published>2008-03-21T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T05:24:06.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend wad-e-bers</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Sunday, someday. Last sunday was a day to remember. I did not get to practise with the worship team the night before because I was so tired and didn't wake up in time for practise. Kris, actually woke me up because they were looking for me as I'm still not there for practise. Then, Irene called me to invite me for dinner at her place which I forgot that she called. hehehe Yes, I answered the phone, and yes, I agreed to go to her house for dinner. It took me around 10mins to wake my mind and get up and dress up for dinner but I don't remember who called me, Arline or Irene. hahaha Good thing I remembered that I asked them to call me 5 mins before we start eating so I will walk over. hehehe &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;So, back to Sunday, it was a great day. I got up early and we went to XingHai beach. It was nice, not as nice though because it was low tide and people actually walked on the shore with all those seaweeds around them. hehehe Pictures to be uploaded soon. Then we went for church. Its a little warmer than usual, that day, and I wanted to dress up so I wore my black 3/4 sleeves shirt with slits on my arms. It's a little revealing too but hey, the ribbon's blocking the view anyway. hahaha... I wore a little make up too. I just wanted to. I need the feeling, to feel beautiful because in the next 2 weekends, which is this sat and the next, I'll be pooped and stressed out because of the extra saturday training that we need to do. Shyet... Anyway... so there. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Our company also provided an impulsive, unplanned team building the same day. It was held in a hotel, providing swimming, table tennis, yoga, gym, etc. I forgot the others. I'm all game for that especially for the swimming part but nope. I'm not going. I already told them when they sent out the email that I wasn't interested in going and will not go. Arline's like, are you crazy, join us! I'm like, no, I'm not joining you guys in hell. hehehe Just kidding. But, yeah, same sentiments, I'm not joining. I have other things to occupy myself, more productive and restorative things like bible study and spending quality time with other people aside from Arline. hehehe... no offense to Arline but if I don't do this, I might just eat and gobble her up and I don't want to do that. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Anyway, back to the story, so Arline said they went swimming and they presented gifts for the CCI process trainers. I'm like, ahem, process trainers only?!?! Who-ha! Pak dat shyet! So how about the culture trainers? Don't they get anything? How about the Technical Trainers? Nothing? How about the person they assign to do the whole process training? Doesn't he get anything. That's so stupid. Did you know that they gave out recognition and appreciation (its only a mug, but its still recognition) to 2 people who are not even preparing or going to do the training. SHYET! And their reason for not doing the training, "I'm not comfortable delivering the training in English". PAKSHYET! The AA who forgot the ONE person that is doing all the process training for one team actually said, and I quote, "I didn't even know that he was involved." Another Pakshyet! Its fine to forget the whole culture training team, and just do not appreciate us for all our preparations, which is even more important than the process itself, but hey, forgetting a person who's assigned to do the whole training and his co-trainers leaving him to fend for himself is different. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm so mad right now, I just want to scream and shout "Mga PI nyo!" but hey, I won't. It's not me... hehehe but of course, I can only say my shit in this blog to prevent myself from keeping in pent up anger and frustration that would make my blood curdle and make me sicker. Gosh. How can these people be so insensitive and incompetent. How can they even say that they are good? Huh? How, explain! I can't logically think of it's sense. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Anyway, back to the sunday activities, so there, Arline went to the team building activity and people, well, only 2 people, looked for me. My beloved Daniel, who I already informed that I wasn't going 4 days before the activity and he forgot. I feel odd with Daniel because when Arline told me that he looked for me and asked, sincerely, why I wasn't there, that I felt like anything I do or anywhere I go, I needed to inform him and ask for his permission. Ano ba yun. Anyway, Tom, my beloved foreigner, also asked for me, but I think, that was out of curiosity, because I'm always with Arline. hehehe... Anyway, that's one of the other reasons I'm starting to separate myself from being with her all the time is because she's preparing to move out of our building into another apartment. That means, farther from where I live so I won't be able to look over her anymore, which should not be anyway. Another reason, she should be more independent on her own because I'm exhausted... Another reason is I might be leaving soon, so she should know how to fend for herself, language and survival-wise. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;It was a tragic incident... not really that tragic but it only shows that they can't survive without me helping them translate stuff yet... You see, Tom (who sneaked out of his wife's radar) and Arline, went to purchase a new phone the day before. When Arline told me about it, I was, huh? He asked you to accompany him to buy a new phone?!? Ahem.... So there... they bought the new phone which was crap, and they got cheated out of the real deal. It was half the price of the original one and since it was that cheap, it was also half working... hehehe I was surprised that they did not check it before they paid and left the place. Anywho... So I accompanied them Monday morning to return the phone and get the money back. I was surprised that Arline went with us too because Tom only asked me to help him and then Arline messaged me about the meet up too... I'm like, whatever. Anyway, it was also good that she was there because she was the one arguing with the store owners. Before I go into that, here's another funny thing... They didn't remember where they bought the phone. We walked all over the place for 10mins looking for the store they purchased the phone from. At that time, I was thinking, my gosh! How will you return the phone when you didn't even remember where you purchased it. I'm like, going crazy! Anyway... We eventually found the store but they didn't want to refund the money back. They said they will replace it and that we were the ones who spoiled the phone. I'm like 3days, we spoiled the phone? What are we, magnets? Power radiators who shoot out little currents that short-circuits phones? Anyway, so we started with Arline arguing for the money refund and that they money was defective and she started strong. I'm never going to argue with her anymore, she's explosive! I'm scared. She immediately, within the first 5 Min's, called the store seller and owner cheaters. I wouldn't go that far, I'll try to argue, then insist on what I want and go shouting out loud but not in the first 5 Min's. Goodness, girl, you're not in Manila where you know the language, you are in China, and you don't speak good mandarin yet so they only hear gibberish from you... It doesn't help anything. So I stood there and watched her do all the talking and then I could not stand it anymore. I took over. I explained, also in my poor mandarin but better than hers, what she was saying and what we wanted to do. After several stupid gestures and what nots, which was around 15mins into the conversation, I said, you know what, I don't want a replacement. You can get me all the replacement you want but it's never going to be what we originally wanted. So to end this horrific display of problem in front of your store, just give us the money back and we'll leave. At first, he did not agree and I heard another lady, who seems to be the big boss, say, just give 2k back. I'm like, crazy lady, we paid 3k, we want 3k back. So there, all 3 of us, sat at all the available chairs in front of the store, and kept saying, 3k, 3k, 3k, 3k. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm proud of myself. I didn't loose my cool! hehehe I was still patient and just translated stuff. Then the owner kept saying something that I did not understand. I kept saying, I don't understand and then he asked, aren't you Chinese? I, paused, like 1 second, and looked at him straight in the eye and replied hard and clear. 不是. No. Hehehe then he sighed and went away to ask for the lady boss if we can give the money back. hahahahaha..... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;Anyway, I went ahead with what happened Monday. So back to Sunday afternoon, I went to church in my outfit and enjoyed my clothes. hehehe We saw some people, socialized after the service and went out for lunch. We met 2 other pinoys, a pinay and pinoy, who's making decors for christmas and whatnots and exporting them to europe. I'm so excited to go to her place to see those stuff so I can import some to Manila and hopefully make business somehow. Then I went to have my mom's stamps made and went supermarket. We went to Kris' new place for the session with new people. I was so revived and refreshed. I'm so glad it stayed with me for this long. I need to make it last longer. The only thing that's keeping me together is the fact that I'm going to church to see these people on Sunday and plans we are making to go outing somewhere. hehehe Oh, and also plans of going home to Manila and beach! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#6633ff&gt;So there... those are my weekend wad-e-bers... hahahaha La lang. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5707693961040150646?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5707693961040150646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5707693961040150646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5707693961040150646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5707693961040150646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-wad-e-bers.html' title='Weekend wad-e-bers'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1256402247961597033</id><published>2008-03-19T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:32:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;I would not be caught using this product. I'd rather die! hahaha...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R@ExtQoKCC0AAAOG4UM1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R@ExtQoKCC0AAAOG4UM1/DSC01851.JPG?et=4ni9LHmu6MAF7raFSTuHGg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1256402247961597033?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1256402247961597033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1256402247961597033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1256402247961597033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1256402247961597033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/ugly-girl.html' title='Ugly Girl'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1579537984928705880</id><published>2008-03-14T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:37:22.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines, the plave to live in</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;When I travel, people often ask me why I live in the Philippines?  Well here it is..... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;It is the only place on earth where... &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1.  Every street has a basketball court. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2.  Even doctors, lawyers and engineers are unemployed. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3.  Doctors study to become nurses for employment abroad. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4.  Students pay more money than they will earn afterwards. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5.  School is considered the second home and the mall considered the third. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6.  Call-center employees earn more money than teachers and nurses.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;7.  Everyone has his personal ghost story and superstition. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;8.  Mountains like Makiling and Banahaw are considered holy places. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;9.  Everything can be forged. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;10. All kinds of animals are edible. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;11. Starbucks coffee is more expensive than gas. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;12. Driving 4 kms can take as much as four hours. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;13. Flyovers bring you from the freeway to the side streets. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;14. Crossing the street involves running for your dear life. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;15. The personal computer is mainly used for games and &lt;SPAN style="BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Friendster&lt;/SPAN&gt;. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;16. Where colonial mentality is dishonestly denied! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;17. Where 4 a.m. is not even considered bedtime yet. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;18. People can pay to defy the law. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;19. Everything and everyone is spoofed. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;20. Where even the poverty-stricken get to wear &lt;SPAN style="BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Ralph Lauren&lt;/SPAN&gt; and &lt;SPAN style="BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Tommy Hilfiger&lt;/SPAN&gt; (peke)! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;21. The honking of car horns is a way of life. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;22. Being called a bum is never offensive. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;23. Floodwaters take up more than 90 percent of the streets during the rainy season. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;24. Where everyone has a relative abroad who keeps them alive. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;25. Where wearing your national colors make you baduy. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;26. Where even the poverty-stricken have the latest cell phones. (GSM-galing sa magnanakaw) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;27. Where insurance does not work. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;28. Where water can only be classified as tap and dirty. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;29. Clean water is for sale (35 pesos per gallon). &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;30. Where the government makes the people pray for miracles. (Amen to that!) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;31. Where University of the Philippines is where all the weird people go. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;32. Ateneo is where all the nerds go. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;33. La Salle is where all the Chinese go. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;34. College of Saint Benilde is where all the stupid Chinese go and; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;35. University of &lt;SPAN style="BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Asia&lt;/SPAN&gt; and the &lt;SPAN style="BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Pacific&lt;/SPAN&gt; is where all the irrelevantly rich people go. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;36. Fast food is a diet meal. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;37. Traffic signs are merely suggestions, not regulations. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;38. Where being mugged is normal and it happens to everyone. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;39. Rodents are normal house pets. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;40. The definition of traffic is the 'non-movement' of vehicles. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;41. Where the fighter planes of the 1940s are used for military engagements and; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;42. The new fighter planes are displayed in museums. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;43. Where alcohol and cigarettes are a necessity; and where the lottery is a commodity. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;44. Where soap operas tell the realities of life and where the news provides the drama. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;45. Where actors make the rules and where politicians provide the entertainment. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;46. People can get away with stealing trillions of pesos but not a thousand. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;47. Where being an hour late is still considered punctual (Grabe talaga 'to!) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;48. Where the squatters have more to complain (even if they do not pay their tax) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;- than those employed and have their tax automatically deducted from their salaries. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;49. And where everyone wants to leave the country! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;FILIPINO SIGNS OF WIT: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1.    The sign in a flower shop in Diliman called &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Petal Attraction". &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;2.    &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Anita Bakery"&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;3.   A 24-hour restaurant called &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Doris Day &amp; Night"&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;4.   Barber shop called &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Felix The Cut"&lt;/SPAN&gt;; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;5.    A bakery named &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Bread Pitt" &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;6.   Fast-food place selling 'maruya' (banana fritters) called &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Maruya Carey"&lt;/SPAN&gt;. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;7.   Then, there is &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Christopher Plumbing" &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;8.   A boutique called &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"The Way We Wear"&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;9.   A video rental shop called &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Leon King Video Rental" &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;10. A restaurant in Cainta district of Rizal called&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt; "Caintacky Fried Chicken" &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;11. A local burger restaurant called &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Mang Donald's"&lt;/SPAN&gt; (San Fernando, La Union )&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;12. A doughnut shop called &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"MacDonuts"&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;13. A shop selling 'lumpia' (egg roll) in Makati called &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Wrap and Roll"&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;14. And two butcher shops called &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;" Meating Place and Meatropolis" . &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;Smart travelers can decipher what may look like baffling signs to &lt;BR&gt;unaccustomed foreigners by simply sounding out the 'Taglish' &lt;BR&gt;(The Philippine version of English words spelled and pronounced with a heavy Filipino such as: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;15. At a restaurant menu in &lt;SPAN style="BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Cebu&lt;/SPAN&gt; : &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;We hab sopdrink in can an in batol?&lt;/FONT&gt; [Translation:  We have soft drinks in can and in bottle]. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;16. Then, there is a sewing accessories shop called &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Bids And Pises&lt;/FONT&gt; - &lt;BR&gt;[translation: Beads and Pieces  --or-- Bits and Pieces] &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;There are also many signs with either badly chosen or  misspelled words but they are usually so entertaining that it would be a  mistake to 'correct' them like....... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;17. In a restaurant in &lt;SPAN style="BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Baguio City&lt;/SPAN&gt; , the 'summer capital' of the Philippines :  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;Wanted: Boy Waitress&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;18. on a highway in Pampanga: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;We Make Modern Antique Furniture&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;19. On the window of a photography shop in Cabanatuan : &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;We Shoot You While You Wait&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;20. And on the glass front of a cafe in Panay Avenue in Manila : &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;Wanted: Waiter, Cashier, Washier&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;Some of the notices can even give a wrong impression such as: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;21. A shoe store in Pangasinan which has a sign saying: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;We Sell Imported Robber Shoes?&lt;/FONT&gt; (These could be the 'sneakiest' sneakers); &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;22. A rental property sign in Jaro reads: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;House for Rent, Fully Furnaced&lt;/FONT&gt; (It must really be hot inside)! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;23. Occasionally, one could come across signs that are truly unique - if not altogether odd. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;City in southern Philippines which said:  &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;Adults: 1 peso; Child: 50 centavos; Cadavers: fare subject to negotiation. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;24. European tourists may also be intrigued to discover two  competing shops selling hopia (a Chinese pastry) called &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Holland Hopia&lt;/FONT&gt; and  &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;SPAN style="BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Poland&lt;/SPAN&gt; Hopia&lt;/FONT&gt; - which are owned and operated by two  local Chinese entrepreneurs, Mr. Ho and Mr. Po respectively - (believe it or not)! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;25. Some folks also 'creatively' redesign English to be more efficient. The creative confusion between language and culture leads to more than just simple unintentional errors in syntax, but in the adoption of new words, says reader Robert Goodfellow who came across a sign..... &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;House  Fersallarend'&lt;/FONT&gt; (house for sale or rent). Why use five words when two will do? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;26. According to &lt;SPAN style="BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,102,204) 1px dashed"&gt;Manila&lt;/SPAN&gt; businessman, Tonyboy Ongsiako, there is so much wit in the Philippines . Why? Because we are in a country where a good sense of humor is needed to survive. We have a 24-hour comedy show here called the government and a huge reserve of comedians made up mostly of politicians and bad actors. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now I ask you where else in the world would one want to live?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1579537984928705880?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1579537984928705880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1579537984928705880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1579537984928705880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1579537984928705880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/philippines-plave-to-live-in.html' title='Philippines, the plave to live in'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2279186641286461027</id><published>2008-03-13T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:55:57.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;Fudge! Fudge! Fudge! All of you... You know who you are! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;You FCUKING Talking COCKS! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Bastards! Jerks! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/11"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/13/photos/11/300x300/11/DSCN0885.JPG?et=2EoWy7lrlmfIzWusnngwLg&amp;nmid=65476433" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2279186641286461027?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2279186641286461027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2279186641286461027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2279186641286461027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2279186641286461027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-4985518480669108871</id><published>2008-03-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T03:30:59.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seagull Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;No matter how many words or definitions you try to describe this, it still boils to one major concept. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;1. Seagull Management &lt;BR&gt;The seagull manager flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything then flies off again leaving a big mess behind&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;2. Seagull Management   &lt;BR&gt;The type of business where your boss hovers around the office, takes the good ideas for himself/herself, and shits on every other idea you have.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;3. Seagull Management - When management flies in makes a lot of noise, shits all over everything, then flies out......&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-4985518480669108871?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4985518480669108871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=4985518480669108871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4985518480669108871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4985518480669108871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/seagull-management.html' title='Seagull Management'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-8016792142514805010</id><published>2008-03-11T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T05:43:35.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;It's a sight to see people sleeping but this site has it made. This guy, captures sleeping Chinese people all over China (I think). The Chinese really know how to sleep. hehehe Have Fun. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;www.sleepingchinese.com&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-8016792142514805010?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8016792142514805010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=8016792142514805010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8016792142514805010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8016792142514805010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleeping-chinese.html' title='Sleeping Chinese'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-4664419561025551023</id><published>2008-03-10T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T03:34:39.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I've been ambushed! hehehe I've been attending church here for sometime now. Not really consistent all the time but it keeps me on my ground from time to time. A few weeks back, since I came back and started attending regularly, a friend in church asked me to join the choir or worship team. She's been pestering me for so long already and she mentioned it in front of the church pastor. Pastor Teresa heard it and told me to attend. Now, this is 2 people pushing me to do worship team and I dont sing well. I love to sing and dance and I can carry a tune but I'm sometimes tone deaf and sintonado. hehehe All the while, another Filipino friend, who I met at church (yes Kris, it's you), wanted to join too. So we committed ourselves to worship team and attended practise last saturday and gave our first performance last sunday. hehehe Whew, it was hot up there. hahaha It was fun since I've never been that active in this church before and I'm a little conservative when it comes to such things because I'm not allowed in such places. This church I'm attending is registered to the government and I didn't register myself in that church because it's only for foreigners and I'm no foreigner, but I'm an International Chinese. So, there, rules, rules. I hate them. hehehe As my former boss would say, "Let's follow the rulers. Rulers are Rulers."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-4664419561025551023?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4664419561025551023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=4664419561025551023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4664419561025551023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4664419561025551023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/worship-team.html' title='Worship Team'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-7486649297733282887</id><published>2008-03-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T03:23:46.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Christian Ways to Reduce Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#993399&gt;I never knew that there were Christian ways and non-Christian ways. But hey, ways to reduce stress is still ways to reduce STRESS. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;An Angel says, "Never borrow from the future.  If you worry about what may happens  tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice."   &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;1. Pray   &lt;BR&gt;2. Go to bed on time. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ this is kinda hard for me, night shift ako... excuse daw o. hehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ Ahummm... new year goal. hehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental  health. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ Hmmm.... do I have projects?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5. Delegate tasks to capable others.&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;&lt;EM&gt; ~ paano pag capable nga yung tao, pero tamad or lagi nakakalimutan or lagi late? paano kaya yun? if I would have to depend on a certain friend, then I would be skinny and sick because of hunger and ulcer (she forgets to order our lunch everday. as in FORGETS!). I would also be OLD because I keep waiting for her and on her. We were supposed to meet around 12nn to go supermarket because she NEEDS to go supermarket and guess what, namuti na buhok ko at mata ko sa kaiiintay. She met me around 2:30pm. Whew!!! That was fast.&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6. Simplify and unclutter your life. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ how do you define unclutter? meaning, walang laptop? walang internet? walang cellphone? walang pda? walang wallet?? hehehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.) &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ hmm, true but we need those unnecessary stuff... hehehe.. I've been cleaning my place and I found a few stuff that I have kept that I dont need. Will be throwing them out soon...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt; ~ hmmm... I should... when the weather becomes warmer... hehehe... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9.. Pace yourself.  Spread out big changes and difficult  projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together.&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt; ~ hahaha talk about that. It took me 2 days to get all the clothes on my bed into my closet, clean all the junk in my room and sweep and mop the floor to clean all that dust. hahaha... but it was worth it. hehehe &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;10. Take one day at a time. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ This shouldn't be hard.. to say... hahaha hard to do...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;11. Separate worries from concerns.  If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety.  If you can't do anything about a situation, forget it. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ This is one TOUGH job. Worry is anxiety at it's best. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ This is sooo true. Ang sarap ng feeling na CASH ang gamit. hahaha Walang utang. And another tip is, forget your wallet at home. Just bring enough cash for whatever you need to buy within the day so you're always within your cash budget or limit. You'll never go wrong with this because you'll never impulse buy. hahaha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;BR&gt;13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet,  an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ backups? but keeping backups would mean you have duplicates of everything. hehehe then, this will still clutter your place. How na? hehehe &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut).  This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ True, so true.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ The kid in me wants to drop everything and skip class / work for a parhtay! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;16. Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ I don't bring my bible with me all the time but I people watch when I wait in line. Some people are really crazy. There'll be old ladies with hair like the bird's nest, literally like a bird's nest. I wonder if there are some birds living in it. I wouldn't be surprised if a bird suddenly popped out of it. There'll also be men who would be in nice business suits looking all businessy and what not but smell like they haven't taken a good clean bath in weeks. There's little children who would be with grandparents who're trying so hard to bundle up with so much clothing that they look like little muscle men with their private parts exposed for all the world to see. I don't know why they even bother wrapping those kids up when their privy's all exposed to the cold?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;17. Get enough rest. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ That would be the day. I need a rest, rest for my mind to stop racing for a few days and be in total peace...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;18. Eat right. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ yeah! fruits galore! hehehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;19. Get organized so everything has its place. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ True.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;20.. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life.  &lt;BR&gt;21. Write down thoughts and inspirations. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ Ahhhh... That's why there's blog. hehehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;22. Every day, find time to be alone. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ I don't think this is applicable for me. I'm always alone. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;23. Having problems?  Talk to God on the spot.  Try to nip small problems in the bud.  Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try and pray. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ Amen!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;24. Make friends with Godly people. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ Another Amen!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.  &lt;BR&gt;26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good "Thank you Jesus."  &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ And a prayer. No matter what you say, as long as you say it. God hears it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;27. Laugh.   &lt;BR&gt;28. Laugh some more! &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ Laugh hysterically from time to time. It feels good! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ What if don't take your work serious, instead, take you seriously? Does it make sense?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can). &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ They are, but they are not. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most). &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ Yes, they do.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;32. Sit on your ego.  &lt;BR&gt;33. Talk less; listen more.&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;34. Slow down.  &lt;BR&gt;35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe. &lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;~ Ahem... but the world needs someone to tell them what to do and how to do it? The way they run the world's not logical and not right. So how? hehehe...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;36. Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've never been grateful for before.  &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR YOU.   &lt;BR&gt;"If God is for us, who can be against us?" (Romans 8:31)  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#993399&gt;Amen, Amen, AMEN!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-7486649297733282887?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7486649297733282887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=7486649297733282887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7486649297733282887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7486649297733282887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/36-christian-ways-to-reduce-stress.html' title='36 Christian Ways to Reduce Stress'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2338563900916330481</id><published>2008-03-08T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T05:11:48.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming to go to Palawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;Two more months. Only two more months...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb style="WIDTH: 511px; HEIGHT: 438px" height=690 src="http://www.tommyschultz.com/images/wallpaper/palawan.bmp" width=496 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://www.myrafetravel.com/images/gallery/palawan003.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb style="WIDTH: 498px; HEIGHT: 330px" height=353 src="http://i.pbase.com/g4/83/428583/2/61138263.CivicinPalawan118.jpg" width=498 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://www.capiznet.net/philtour/images/palawan2.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2338563900916330481?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2338563900916330481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2338563900916330481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2338563900916330481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2338563900916330481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreaming-to-go-to-palawan.html' title='Dreaming to go to Palawan'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2163601426330143659</id><published>2008-03-07T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:40:49.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When God made Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY!!! - March 8 - May we all live to be always Beautiful, Chic and SEXY!&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://www.nicolcomics.ahiros.com.ar/jessica%20rabbit%20final.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;By the time the Lord made women, he was into his sixth day of working overtime. An Angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?". And the Lord answered and said, "Have you seen the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have 200 movable parts, all replaceable, run on black coffee and leftovers, have a lap that can hold three children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart, and have six pairs of hands."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No Way!", "And that's just on the standard model?" the Angel asked.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;The Angel tried to stop the Lord. "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;"But I can't!", the Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "but you have made her so soft, Lord." "She is soft", the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish." "Will she be able to think?", asked the Angel.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;"That's not a leak," the Lord objected, that's a tear!" "What's the tear for?" the Angel asked. The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything, for women are truly amazing." Women have strengths that amaze men. They carry hardships, they carry burdens but they hold happiness, love and joy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up for injustice. They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin! They bring joy and hope. They give compassion and ideals. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have a lot to say and a lot to give.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I think it is time we acknowledged women and our Mothers! Take them out to dinner and have a good time, you can let them know that they are Special, and essential in your world, as they are the gravity that holds it together and spins it in the sunlight!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2163601426330143659?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2163601426330143659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2163601426330143659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2163601426330143659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2163601426330143659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-god-made-women.html' title='When God made Women'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2808944244151589442</id><published>2008-03-05T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:01:17.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm yours - Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;BR&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;BR&gt;I fell right through the cracks&lt;BR&gt;and now I'm trying to get back&lt;BR&gt;Before the cool done run out&lt;BR&gt;I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;BR&gt;Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;BR&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;BR&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;BR&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;BR&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love&lt;BR&gt;Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;BR&gt;i love peaceful melody&lt;BR&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more &lt;BR&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;BR&gt;There's no need to complicate &lt;BR&gt;Our time is short&lt;BR&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;BR&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;BR&gt;My breath fogged up the glass&lt;BR&gt;And so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;BR&gt;I guess what i'ma saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;BR&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;BR&gt;It's what we aim to do&lt;BR&gt;Our name is our virtue&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more &lt;BR&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;BR&gt;There's no need to complicate &lt;BR&gt;Our time is short&lt;BR&gt;this is our fate, I'm yours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me&lt;BR&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;BR&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find the sky is yours&lt;BR&gt;Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me&lt;BR&gt;A lá one big family (2nd time: A lá happy family; 3rd time: A lá peaceful melody)&lt;BR&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love love love&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;BR&gt;It cannot wait, I'm sure&lt;BR&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;BR&gt;Our time is short&lt;BR&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;No please, don't complicate &lt;BR&gt;Our time is short&lt;BR&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;No please, don't hesitate&lt;BR&gt;no more, no more&lt;BR&gt;It cannot wait&lt;BR&gt;The sky is your's!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2808944244151589442?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2808944244151589442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2808944244151589442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2808944244151589442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2808944244151589442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-yours-jason-mraz.html' title='I&amp;#39;m yours - Jason Mraz'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-613873508000535610</id><published>2008-03-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:04:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;After 1.5years in China, I had to go and get some meds. I have a very bad cold and cough last week and it bloomed over the weekend. Sat evening was hard because my throat was tingly and itchy. Sunday, I went out to buy some flu herbal powder drink and a cough syrup. I went with the familiar cough syrup, Pei Pa Koa (300ml). hehe It says, drink 1 tablespoon (15ml) of the syrup 3x a day. I think I had 2 each time. hahaha... I hate having this itchy throat. Now, I'm addicted to it. I'm not sure how many spoons I'm supposed to have but I almost had 1/4th of the bottle already. hehe... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Addict! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I hate being sick. When you're sick, you show vulnerability. There's no one to show my vulnerability to and to top it off, no one's here to take care of me. So there's no point in getting sick. It feels good to be sick because you get to stay home and not go to work but man, staying home curled up in bed, tired and freakingly wasted without someone getting and preparing food and drinks for you is so pathetic. No wonder people love to go to the hospitals. At least there's nurses there who would take care of you, 24x7, catering to your every need. But what if you are sick in the mind? Will the nurses be able to cater to that sickness and help you get better? I wonder how it would feel to be sick, in the mind. hehehe... Sure beats being lonely and depressed. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I hate being depressed. Its so fucking crazy! I feel like fucking dying!  别担心，我不会自杀。太没意思啦。为什么给内些人觉得满足？ &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff&gt;I hope I wrote those down correctly.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-613873508000535610?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/613873508000535610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=613873508000535610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/613873508000535610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/613873508000535610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-7761092306321405609</id><published>2008-02-29T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:48:06.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you so</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;We're going down the drain. So fast. We had a meeting earlier this evening and the same old topic and the same old issue is still being discussed. What pissed me off was when the same old topic's resolution or issue was being discussed again. Shyet. They talk about meeting TCE targets all the time. They eat, drink and shit TCE. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Told them 8 months ago that they should not concentrate on this single thing and instead, concentrate on everything else, the bigger picture, the whole system, so that in the long run, they will be able to meet the TCE target and need not work on patching up or putting band-aids on scrapes that never seem to mend or heal. Having a good systematic way of running things will lead to good service and great TCE. That's why it's called Total Customer Experience. Duh! Are they dopes?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff&gt;----------------------&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;The question that was asked during the meeting by Sue-Diap-Tao was "Does closing cases 30days old affect TCE performance? Will the customer's satisfaction be affected by how long the case is being left open?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Answer: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;8mos ago:&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;U&gt;No&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;, by me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;6mos ago: &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Yes&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;, by all of them, especially Sue-Diap-Tao and concluded by Tua-Diap-Tao.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Now: &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;No&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;, by Sue-Diap-Tao and concluded by Tua-Diap-Tao.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;All I can say is..... ".................................."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;We're all going to end up dead... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-7761092306321405609?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7761092306321405609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=7761092306321405609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7761092306321405609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7761092306321405609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-told-you-so.html' title='I told you so'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1449997638522216494</id><published>2008-02-28T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:33:12.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Taxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Those are the only 2 things that are certain in life. hehe... and I believe it to be true. It's the first time I'm filing for income tax in China and no one in the company is helping me. They said, since you earn more than the cut-off, you have to file for it on your own. I'm fine with that but hey, I'm no local and I don't read Chinese and NO one, take note, NO ONE, is helping me with that. Stupid arses! They emailed me, hey, file your income tax, use this form and that's it. When I emailed back to ask for more instructions, they sent a stupid, incomplete powerpoint presentation of how to manually file your income tax. What I hate more about it, is that notification is only less than a month. The Government deadline is March 31st and the company notified their employees on Feb 26 and in their email, states that the employee is responsible to file for their own income tax and they are responsible for the fines they incur for late filing. And the fine is 10000RMB. Shyet!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm going to the Tax bureau this Monday morning. Good luck to me. Pray that I get this done properly. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;On a side note.... I read on a Catarix's blog about sex being taxed. I think it should be taxed for all those freaking idiotic arses!!!!! If sex was taxed, it might be taxed as such: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;(1) Upon penetration (VAT - Vaginal Access Tax)&lt;BR&gt;(2) More than 10 minutes inside (Burial Tax)&lt;BR&gt;(3) Upon withdrawal (Exit Tax)&lt;BR&gt;(4) Those who do not have sex life (Idle Tax)&lt;BR&gt;(5) Those who practice withdrawal method of birth control (Withholding Tax)&lt;BR&gt;(6) Entering other than wife (Road Users Tax)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1449997638522216494?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1449997638522216494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1449997638522216494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1449997638522216494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1449997638522216494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/02/death-and-taxes.html' title='Death and Taxes'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3233412975778238907</id><published>2008-02-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:51:36.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid killed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R8RsfAoKCC0AAGENbpw1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I know I've been posting lots of love stuff like wanting to fall in love and what nots, but hey, I'm just a girl. So there. I'm a chica loka, loka in love, loka in life. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I was hoping that this Valentine's day will not be lonely anymore but then again, I'm wrong and have always been wrong, all the time. Instead of giving me this tingly feeling and being up in cloud 9, Cupid stabbed me in the heart and said "Sucks to be you."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;So there. Cupid killed me, again, and again, again. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R8RsIQoKCC0AAF37YB41"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R8RsIQoKCC0AAF37YB41/cupid_kills.jpg?et=wO83S5uHANXBGD9o7TKcOw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;When do you think I could do the same thing to him? hehehe... I think it would be great to get a great big heart-shaped arrow, then seductively seduce Cupid, then when he's not looking, stab him in the heart and watch him cringe in pain. Then before his last breathe tell him, "I hope you live again so I can do this again and again to you."    Morbid! hahaha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3233412975778238907?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3233412975778238907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3233412975778238907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3233412975778238907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3233412975778238907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/02/cupid-killed-me.html' title='Cupid killed me'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2697613918813400024</id><published>2008-02-26T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:42:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there life without computers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Thinking of this, I don't think so. Everyone, most of the people I know, already own a laptop and are always online, most of the time. So, is there life without computers? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Ever since I arrived China, I'm always online. 24hr a day, 7days a week. I may not be at home, or I may be sleeping but I'm still online, no matter what. I eat, drink and sleep my account. When the Internet line went down for almost a week in China, I almost died! When my phone line got cut off (because I forgot to pay for the pre-pay bill), I almost died. I went to the bank immediately and paid in advance. So there... I almost lost my life 3x already and now I'm back. Will I ever get away from this life?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R8RrfwoKCC0AAFFZFIY1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R8RrfwoKCC0AAFFZFIY1/mycomp.JPG?et=sxmPIesC47M2Qdh9B%2Bk73A&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2697613918813400024?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2697613918813400024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2697613918813400024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2697613918813400024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2697613918813400024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-there-life-without-computers.html' title='Is there life without computers?'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1866265011164513665</id><published>2008-02-22T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:14:56.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporting Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I just had a talk with my Manager a few mins ago about the reporting change that we are going to have. He's asking me if I'm ok with reporting to the newly promoted Operations Manager. Why would he ask me if I'm ok with it? You see, the history behind that is, the newly promoted OM is my subordinate before. Then, he was promoted to take over my position and then now, he's promoted to succeed my Boss' old position. This was within 4 months. So now, since this is a very sensitive issue for me and my Boss and ex-subordinate, now new boss. Anyway, my old boss asked me if I was ok with the change of reporting line or do I need more time since this is somewhat a sensitive topic. I said, I understand the need and the necessity for the change so I don't mind. Then he asked me again, do I need some sort of special treatment because of this? I told him, I appreciate the special treatment but I don't want to receive this since it will not be fair if the others see it. What am I? A sore loser? So now, I'm reporting to my ex-subordinate. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1866265011164513665?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1866265011164513665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1866265011164513665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1866265011164513665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1866265011164513665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/02/reporting-change.html' title='Reporting Change'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-4592339083620914903</id><published>2008-02-19T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T06:13:29.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harbin Trip 哈尔滨</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;So, you've seen the pictures, here's what happened. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;On the way to Harbin, our flight was unconditionally delayed. Which means, cancelled. Since I'm the only one who can speak some Mandarin, I checked with the airline counter to see if they can get us on another flight. They kept asking me to go to another airline to book and when I went there, they kept saying that there's no more seats and there's only wait list. I went beserk. I was patient and looked tired and confused so the lady at another counter tried to help me. She asked me to sit somewhere close to the counter so she can call me if there's an opening she can book for me. And true enough, a few mins later, she rushed over and asked for our passports. She booked the later flight for us on another airline. Then dragged me away from the counter and pushed the tickets into my hands at the same time asking me to leave and wait for the flight somewhere else. hehehe I thanked her so much before we left and went to eat something at the airport cafe. During the wait time before boarding the plane, we stood at a line in front of the doors to the bus that would bring us to the airplane, we had a taste of the cold wind which was so cold that we were freezing despite being in a supposedly heated building. hehe Anyway, we got to Harbin safe and sound. We took a taxi to the hotel and all the while, I was thinking that the fee was the same as in Dalian, which is around 35 from airport to my house at a 40min drive. In Harbin, we took about 1 hour from airport to hotel and spent 213 rmb for the taxi ride. Gosh. the taxi driver just duped us! He said it was because it's chinese new year's eve and what not and blah blah... I was just sooo tired that my mind was not working in mandarin so I just said, pay it. Once we got to the rooms, my luggage's wheel broke. I was dragging my luggage and then the lady porter called me and said, you dropped your wheel. hahaha We dropped our bags went out again to look for dinner and the only place open next door was out of all their food. We ate very oily siomai and some mushroom thingy that was nice but very oily too. Anyway, once we got back to the hotel, I told my roommate I'll go change first and once I laid down on the bed, not even two mins, I was out cold. hehehe I guess 26hrs awake just took its toll. hehehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Next day, we woke up early to have breakfast, which is the chinese breakfast, plain porridge with mantou, egg and salty viands. We decided to go down to ask about the day's itinerary. Which lead us to spend almost 500 at the hotel counter only. We paid for the Snow and Ice world ticket, and the ski trip a few days later. Then we decided to go for a walk to the Stalin Park and the Central street. When I said, walk, we walked. It was cold and we're the only ones crazy enough to walk all the way. From the hotel, to Stalin park, to the Flood Monument, to Central street to Church of St. Sophia and back to ZhaoLin Park for the Ice Lanterns. We left the hotel at 9AM and arrived home at 9PM. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Again, I was out pooped. It was too damn cold!!!! I was already wearing 2 longsleeves, a longsleeve jacket and my down jacket. I was wearing leggings and jeans. 2 Gloves and knit hat and my hood. It was still cold. Especially in the park with all those Ice Lanterns. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Next day, we went to see the Siberian Tigers and it was still cold! We met a German guy from HangZhou traveling to Harbin too. He gave us lots of tips, which came from the travel guide of China. hahaha Figures, I just thought he was so good with the touristy stuff. hahaha Then we said our goodbyes thinking we wont see him again, unless we visit hangzhou. Then we went to the Sun Island Park. We saw snow sculptures. They were beautiful. Then we rushed back to the hotel because Arline just arrived so we went to eat lunch with her. We went back to Central Street to eat Lunch and somehow, I picked a russian restaurant and just said, let's try this one. Guess who we saw, Boris, the german guy we met earlier. What a coincidence. We got ourselves a table and I went over to ask if he wants to join us for lunch. He stood up and called the FuYuen to transfer all his meals to our table. hehehe So there. Then we went back to the hotel to rest before we leave for the Snow and Ice world. Somehow, we were all tired and fell asleep while waiting. Then we got a wake up call and rushed down because the bus to bring us to the place has already arrived. My goodness. We were not able to wear enough clothes. I was not able to wear 2 leggings or wear a thicker longsleeves. But it was ok. Still, I think even if I wore those, it would still be cold. I think I got windburn. My cheeks are painful. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Anyway, we got to the Snow and Ice world and went in. Wow, its amazing. The big gigantic sculptures and all that. But, I did not enjoy as much because it was all too big. It was pretty but I prefer the Ice Lantern with it smaller sculptures. Anywho, it's still pretty and breathtaking. I just felt real cold and rushed because all three people I went with decided to climb up to the Pantheon and take pictures but I did not follow because it was way too slippery. And they took their time (almost 45mins) up there. I waited that long. It felt like forever because it was cold and I kept moving side to side from my spot because people are taking pictures beside me. After a few mins of moving left and right, I just gave up. I did not move at all and let the people take their damn pictures with me in it! hehehe Then when they came down, we sped up walking the rest of the park, which means 2/3rds more of the park to see and take pictures off. The only reason is that the bus that picked us up might just leave us so we might not be able to get back to the city proper. hehehe Anywho, it was still good. They have little heating stations in the places in the park, but we did not go into any due to time constraint. I wonder how warm it was in there. They are like little glass boxes in the middle of the road. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Next day, we went skiing. We had to wake up early that day to go skiing. I had a headache by the time we got to the ski resort because the bus was really warm. I popped a pill to eliminate the migraine so I can enjoy to ski. When the bus parked, we went out and it was not as cold as I expected. But still, we want to make sure we're prepared so we rented ski suits and wore it over all our clothes and jacket. They trainer was laughing hard at us because we wore too much! hehehe But hey, better prepared than sorry. We hired 1 trainer for the 4 of us and again, I was the translator. Whew, that was a hard job! I enjoyed this ski trip better than the first one. Maybe because I'm more conditioned to enjoy it and we had an instructor to help us ski properly and stop properly. After we finished skiing, we got to the lunch hall late and they got mad at us because we were late and did not want to feed us. I argued with them logically because the guide had and emergency that she needed to attend to so I talked with the manager. She said, just sit down and wait and we waited. By the time the next set of meals were served, we did not get any. I got up and went to the counter and did not go back to the seat until we had our food. I asked the lady at the food counter when they will serve us, she just ignored me. I got mad and I asked her politely, and she just did not answer me. I kept asking her, still in my polite way, but she just ignored me. Arline got up and stood beside me and I just got more tensed. I am starting to argue politely, telling the lady to call the manager since she can't make a decision. All the other fuyuens are telling us to wait, or trying to figure out how we can get food since waited that long and stuff. That bitchy lady has really no customer service. She gets a -10 from me! She twisted my words and told me that I kept pestering her when she can't do anything. I said, I did not pester you. I just asked you when we will get our food and you never replied or responded. You just ignored me. Now, tell me, how can that be an answer and how can my questions be pestering?!?! I was so freaking mad that I just forgot how to get mad. If that happened in the Philippines, I would have made a big scene then and there and they would not have any face left to show the other customers. But since I don't speak the language well, I sound so polite when I try to argue. Oh well. At last, the manager arrived and agreed to serve us a few dishes. I told the manager, I don't care how many dishes as long as we can eat because we're starving. By the time we finished eating, it was time to back to the city. What a waste of a good day. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Back in the city, we went window shopping and looked for a restaurant to eat. We went to a japanese restaurant, which has only 3 fuyuens. 2 actually, the third was the owner. That, again, was poor service because it was slow and they charged us 2x for items that we asked to follow up. Anyway, I got it all cleared up before we left and the only consolation was the fuyuen was nice. She was always smiling at us and we understand that she's confused and rushing to serve 5 - 6 tables all at once. Just imagine impatient Chinese customers asking for different things all at the same time. You must grow several hands to be able to serve them all at once. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;The next day, we went to the Polarland. We left later than usual, about past 9 almost 10. Then we watched the beluga whale show and I just loved watching the polar bears swim around. I could just sit there and watch them all day. If only there was a couch right in front of them. Sigh. Then we went around the aquarium the 2nd time. There's these random boxes strewn at a corner to show something like a port or dock. We just setup the tripod and put the timer on. Took lotza pictures. The people were looking at us odd, thinking of what those boxes may have meant. hehehe They must have thought "what's with those boxes?" We didn't care and continued taking all those pictures. hahaha We had our own little photo-shoot. hehehe It was cool! Then, they started taking pictures there too. hahaha gaya-gaya. heheh They don't have originality. Duh. After we're done at the Polarland, we went back to Central street to eat a very late dinner and rush to Euro Plaza to meet ZhongMing (Tom, my office mate who's a Harbin local). Then we rushed back to the hotel to send Irene off because she wasn't able to book the same flight was we were. So I went down and asked the taxi driver to make sure the taxi price is way less than what we originally paid for and what is about right for the trip. We planned to go out to eat after that but it was way too cold outside, and I was dead tired and wanted to go straight to bed. So we did not leave anymore. hehehe &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Next day, we woke up late, got to breakfast, and packed our bags to check out and then go to meet Tom for brunch before we go to the airport. When we were done with check-out, we rode a taxi to Central street. The driver did not know where the spot we were supposed to meet at is so he dropped us at the start of Central street and we had to walk and drag our luggage all the way down to past the middle of the street. It's about 4 long blocks in the philippines. Gosh, just imagine all the sound our luggage made at the cobblestones. And to top it off, my luggage can't be dragged because one of the wheel broke when I arrived Harbin 5days earlier. Bummer. So I had to carry it all the way. Kris was gentleman enough to volunteer to carry it for me while I drag his luggage along. He was complaining that my luggage was the heaviest, compared to his and Arline's but mine was the smallest one. hahaha... Brunch with Tom was good. I enjoyed the food but it was too filling. Anyway, Tom was able to help us get a taxi to the airport for a cheaper price. So off we go. In the airport, there was a family that had a scandalous argument while waiting to board the plane. hehehe I was wishing that they were not on our plane because we might be delayed because of their family issues or problems and lo and behold, they are in the same plane as we are. Anyway, at least I got to sit right up front, Row 1. hehehe Wheee!!!!! When we got back to Dalian, I just said to myself, its so nice to be back. The people here are better and more honest than those elsewhere. That's the only thing Dalian got going for them, the people and the sights. Other than that, city life sucks... They're dead past 6PM at night. hehehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Can we just move the people here to somewhere else? Like Beijing or Shanghai or Harbin?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-4592339083620914903?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4592339083620914903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=4592339083620914903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4592339083620914903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4592339083620914903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/02/harbin-trip.html' title='Harbin Trip 哈尔滨'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2876037105558388603</id><published>2008-02-18T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T03:04:06.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Photos speak volumes. Volumes about everything. It can tell you stories of what the photographers see. Through their eyes. Sometimes, it can also tell you something that is not true. Like a person's feelings and emotions. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Pictures, capture the moment and that is so true. I agreed with it. But if someone poses for that picture, then the moment would be posed and impose a different emotion. Wouldn't you think? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Did I make sense or did it make sense? Nah... I just wanted to say what's on my mind about my pictures. People always tell me that the photos look so nice and happy and I look like I'm enjoying myself. The place looks real nice and wonderful and fun. All I can say is that pictures say a thousand words, and Of Course they look GOOD because you POSE for it! Why take the picture if you're not posing for it?!  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;And, last but not the least, I'm in them. What else is there to say?  hehehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2876037105558388603?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2876037105558388603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2876037105558388603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2876037105558388603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2876037105558388603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/02/photos-speak.html' title='Photos speak'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3380048380421965966</id><published>2008-02-05T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T05:04:55.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dove Chocolate Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I've started chowing down on my chocolates since I noticed that they will expire soon... I'm selfish and I dont want to share... soo there! hehehe Anyway, I started with the Dove Chocolates and the first one I opened had a Promise message.... I'm collecting them for keeps. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Here's some:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Make "someday" today.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;You know what? You look good in red. &lt;EM&gt;~totally! hehe I do look good in red, esp hot pink.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Dare to love completely. &lt;EM&gt;~I dare. Now, to find someone to love..........&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Be mischievious. It feels good. &lt;EM&gt;~Oooohhhhh.... ha ha ha.. ahem...&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Do what feels right. &lt;EM&gt;~So does this mean I submit my resignation letter now?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Learn something from everyone you meet. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3380048380421965966?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3380048380421965966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3380048380421965966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3380048380421965966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3380048380421965966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/02/dove-chocolate-promises.html' title='Dove Chocolate Promises'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-8447110603422127919</id><published>2008-02-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T04:59:30.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choco-eating Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I have visitors in my humble apartment and they ransacked my chocolate filled fridge. I was glad to dispose of those chocolates that were sitting there for more than 6mos already. But, they felt sorry for gulping it down that they bought me 2 more boxes of those chocolates. Now I have them replenished and stocked to even more than I have before. hahaha... Thanks Shukri! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Gwen ~ I need help finishing it... when are you coming?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R6d6pAoKCC0AAAW0iCc1"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6d6pAoKCC0AAAW0iCc1/Copy%20of%20DSCN1455.JPG?et=GwFVxYbCMCNSGNmE%2CvJUjQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/461127189_73fc4fa134_m.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://eshop.talash.com/images/prodimg/large/FL035_1lg.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://www.cadburygiftsdirect.co.uk/images_versions_larger/6111.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-8447110603422127919?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8447110603422127919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=8447110603422127919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8447110603422127919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8447110603422127919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/02/choco-eating-visitors.html' title='Choco-eating Visitors'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/461127189_73fc4fa134_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-502835513483559399</id><published>2008-02-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:40:12.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Yehey! Today's the last night of the 12 nights of night-shift work! I've survived!!!!! only 5 more hours to go and weekend, here I come. Good thing I only have monday and tuesday night shift to worry about and then, Holiday! Whooopeeee!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Now, only if we did not have to undergo the Train the Trainers for the Special Highly Intensive Training next next week. hehehe That would be real great! hahahaha but hey, who am I to complain when I'm going to receive free training and get all that......&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-502835513483559399?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/502835513483559399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=502835513483559399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/502835513483559399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/502835513483559399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/02/12-nights.html' title='12 Nights'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-4843246007960035323</id><published>2008-01-31T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:19:13.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga your brains out</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;There's a community in our department that we call, work @ ease. This community was setup come up with ways to help employees work at ease. Especially for those who work night shift, which is basically the whole team. They came up with teaching some yoga stances or poses that would help the team relax and come to work stress free. I think it's worth it and it's fun. Check out the some of the poses they recommend. I love the last one!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;Let's start with some relaxing easy pose. &lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6IccgoKCC0AAHU-5mg1/Sukhasana%20easy%20pose.jpg?et=igANevRoqzzw1YACbYbAhg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Next, let's stretch our arms. We don't particularly use them when we type, do we? So stretch it out people! &lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6IcWAoKCC0AAGwEvY41/Gomukhasana%20cow%20face%20pose.jpg?et=HG5UnZLYaN6%2B9GqrmrdYiQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Now for the spine. We also need to stretch it out. You, yes You! Bend over backwards, now. &lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6IcSAoKCC0AAGsfstw1/2672-44.jpg?et=eqa2V1XeG%2BAzToRhNGeHoA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Now for our butts... We are always sitting down and our butts just flatten out sideways. So here's the pose to firm it up and make it round again. Now, contract them people! Let's all make this a nice-butt zone!&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6IcMQoKCC0AAGxGw7Q1/Bitilasana%20cow%20pose.jpg?et=Bq4idHLBmOfXZDGWKRGcwg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Have you ever seen your puppy or dog stretch? Now, copy them by lifting up your nice-round butt up in the air and stretch your body! &lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6IcCQoKCC0AAGvJusk1/Uttana%20Shishosana%20extended%20puppy%20pose.jpg?et=24MWixYAXifrlPJZNKbWJw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;How about saying Hi? Let's now say Hi to those who are already laughing hard at us doing these poses. Hi!!!!!!&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6Ib@woKCC0AAGdPpiA1/Marichyasana%20III.jpg?et=vflGTt1eKXoT6h3IZZwdPg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;Now, don't shy away and hide from the audience. I know how embarrasing this can be sometimes but hell, this is for our own good. So screw them and dont be shy. Be proud! &lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6IcFwoKCC0AAGfIqts1/Pasasana%20noose%20pose.jpg?et=1LroUb213qB%2CR1zHCEpMJA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Are they still laughing at us? Who says we can't kick thier arses? Take your poses people! Ready? Swing! Kick!&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6Ib7AoKCC0AAGbjnRU1/Parsva%20Bakasana%20side%20crane%20pose.jpg?et=BzhDyJTjiC%2BNP9eYTkFYsQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Oh-oh.. I think you've had too much and now your tummy's acting all out. Now, who says we can't even do yoga while doing that thing?&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6Ib3QoKCC0AAGc7oL81/2759-108.jpg?et=dOICCV2Bl5KaMzagc9yeZw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Blaaahhhh! That's all I can say for those who are still laughing at us!&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6IbxgoKCC0AAFtyjMI1/Dhanurasana%20%28Bow%20Pose%29.jpg?et=v1%2CPI4%2B8jNF83JV7%2B9LRbQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Last, but not the least. Here's to you ALL!!! &lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6IbuwoKCC0AAGSvmyY1/Simhasana%20Lion%20Pose.jpg?et=uRTYW7k4DCA6zJRm%2BhMiig&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Congratulations! You have passed the Yoga seminar and now you're a Yoga master!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-4843246007960035323?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4843246007960035323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=4843246007960035323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4843246007960035323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4843246007960035323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/yoga-your-brains-out.html' title='Yoga your brains out'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5885549267546812755</id><published>2008-01-31T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T02:01:54.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bai / Hei</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;I just finished having lunch with people I work with. They are talking about eating and saying that we should eat less since we sit on the chair and stare at the computer the whole day. From their perspective, we only use very little energy. I beg to differ. One, you need the food to give your brain energy. That's why they DONT think, they dont eat enough. &lt;EM&gt;Well, I'm being bitchy and anal about this because they kept telling me to stop eating because I eat too much. I don't care! I work night shift and I don't have energy to think of ways on how to try to communicate to their insolent brain that they are Stoopid!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Two, they talked about day shift and night shit, I mean shift. hehe... They are trying to weigh the pros and cons of working together with your significant other, and or working the same shift, or at least time frame as they do. We have couples working together here, within the same team. 2 actually, the guy's the team leader and the girl's their subordinate. I mean, isn't that biased? I hate that combination, and I'm going to talk about that some other time. They are are saying that it's better to work with the same time or shift and even in the same company with your significant other. They can't imagine one person working Bai pan (day shift) or Hei pan (night shift). It is utterly impossible to manage or manuever. This will create super complicated conflicts within the relationship and also you wont even have time to quarrel. I, again, beg, to differ. Couples who have a good and solid foundation with each other will be able to work things out whether they work the same shift or not, or the same time or not. They will make it work. Duh! Sigh... these people are just crassly insensitive.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5885549267546812755?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5885549267546812755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5885549267546812755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5885549267546812755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5885549267546812755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/bai-hei.html' title='Bai / Hei'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-6115894110296959394</id><published>2008-01-31T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T06:07:15.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want... I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;I'm, so, going crazy...&lt;IMG class=alignright style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 265px" height=604 src="http://www.hdatech.com/hardware/MacBookPro.jpg" width=678 border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Money-Print-C10055084.jpeg" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb height=258 src="http://www.aiai.ed.ac.uk/~bat/GA/XL5-MODEL/RD/rd-beachhouse-1.jpg" width=410 border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft height=258 src="http://www.kottke.org/plus/misc/images/iphone-parallels.jpg" width=167 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-6115894110296959394?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6115894110296959394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=6115894110296959394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6115894110296959394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6115894110296959394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-i-want.html' title='I want... I want'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-8979587170149569641</id><published>2008-01-30T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T04:38:22.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Ok, I've been meaning to blog about the planning meeting ever since I knew we were going to attend it. So here's the summary or the gist of it. I'm sorry if this seems to be long but a lot happened during that meeting and a lot of emo surfaced. One emo that stuck, though, was Indifference. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Pre-meeting jitters. So here we are again, waiting and waiting for information to come to us. Just as it is in all call centers, any meeting or whatever, changes are always last min. But man, people here, especially the current AA (administrative assistant) that we have here is WAY totally out of the line last min. We received a meeting request to book our calendar for the meeting only 1 week before the meeting itself. In that meeting request, she puts, Jan 26 8am - Jan 28 8am. Nothing else. I'm like, uh... We're just finishing night shift, Don't we get to go home and pack and get some shut-eye before we start the supposedly heavy and exhausting planning meeting? ................. You know what she answered? I quote "Uh. Just follow the schedule." I'm like, what schedule. She's like "The one I sent you." Ahem.... Was there a schedule?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;That's 1. Here's 2. I asked her about it on Wed night, Jan 23 evening. I asked her if she was going to send out a confirmation email and she just looked at me as if I was asking if she was blind or what, and just said "Yeah, I'm sending it out. Soon. Be patient." Ohhhhh--Kaaayyyyy. I'll be patient. So the next day, Thu night, one of the team leaders asked, are we getting a schedule or agenda for the meeting on Sat? Then the operations manager told her to send out the schedule asap. And she did. She sent it Saturday 2AM. Just a few hours before we will start the meeting. Sigh.... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Next, carpool. She just mentioned to some people that a shuttle bus will be picking us up from the front lobby of the office and will be sending us to the hotel. Great, at least transportation is ready. But, hold on... she never confirmed anything about it... So we went down before 7:30am and I just followed another guy's car to the hotel. I did not wait for a shuttle bus or any other news from her. Forget it. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Next, pre-planning assignment. Just like a pre-work you need to do before a training or whatnot. We were told to write down three, take note, three, issues we think are important to us in the following category, whole department, team and yourself. I have more than 3, I have 6 - 7 but I won't talk about it. And I don't have it categorized because it is all connected to the whole department's operation. Ok, I just thought, since everyone is sending in the same item (2 other people are voicing out what I feel) so I thought, I won't send in mine anymore because it's the same and I'm just repeating the others. On the deadline, the newly appointed OM asked me for my pre-work and I said I'm not sending in any because of redundancy and he just said "You have to send it in. It's a requirement. No excuses." I'm like, O.K. I'll send it in by copying the other person's entry, word per word. No change. Whatever.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Next, check-in. Before arriving at the hotel, in her late email, she said she needed us to bring passports to the hotel for check-in. Now, this is late notice, but since I attended one like this before, I know what to bring. But when we reached the hotel, she did not ask us to provide our passports for check-in. She said we didn't need it anymore. What the heck, the others had to go home in the middle of the shift, at night, just to get their passport because she emailed us to bring our passport. Ok, whatever. At least breakfast was buffet and it was good. MMM Bacon and Omelet. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ok, meeting time for dinner was 6:30PM. Fine. I stood up by 6:10 and was done by 6:15 but Arline's still in bed. We were late for 15mins and I thought we're the only ones late but Christopher came when everyone was almost done (about 30mins late). I guess it was ok. Again, at least food was great! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Meeting started. I hate my table mates. Well, only 1 of them. The others I was indifferent and one, I think was also influenced by how I reacted towards the group. Oh well. Now we're supposed to look through the list everyone sent in, and pick the top 4 we think should be worked on during that meeting. Ok. I picked 4 and only 2 out of the 4 was what the management thought we should work on. The Top one they management picked was the first one I crossed out of the list. hehehehe....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Overall, it was just a wasted of wonderful weekend rest... Too bad it was spent with stupid and narrow-minded people who will never change. Gosh... I just give up! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Do what ever you want with your TCE initiative. MAN, you'll never get to where you should be with your way of thinking... I'm not sure how you all will survive in this GLOBAL world when you keep saying out in the open, "share your out of box ideas and be creative", and then shoot down every idea that is NOT CHINESE enough BUT GLOBALLY works well. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'll just copy Homer Simpson's common spiel. DOH!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-8979587170149569641?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8979587170149569641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=8979587170149569641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8979587170149569641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8979587170149569641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/planning-meeting.html' title='Planning Meeting'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-815754644530555648</id><published>2008-01-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:35:18.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy RAT Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Happy RAT New Year to everyone! I'm sending out this greeting before I forget and not be able to greet everyone&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;/STRONG&gt;"&lt;STRONG&gt;新年快乐! 恭喜&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=zh-cn&gt;发财&lt;/SPAN&gt;! &lt;SPAN lang=zh-cn&gt;红包拿来&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;!".&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=2&gt;Check out your fortune for the RAT year via the following links. Enjoy reading!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=2&gt;For English Readers: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.jmine.com/chinese_horoscope2008.htm"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=2&gt;http://www.jmine.com/chinese_horoscope2008.htm&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=2&gt;For Chinese Readers: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.nongli.com/item1/2008/"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=2&gt;http://www.nongli.com/item1/2008/&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;别忘我的红包!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-815754644530555648?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/815754644530555648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=815754644530555648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/815754644530555648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/815754644530555648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-rat-year.html' title='Happy RAT Year'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-6622025210054671024</id><published>2008-01-25T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T02:53:59.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on Drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I've been having these migraine headaches lately. I was able to manage them well in the past years because I figured out what food triggers them and what situations. So I avoid a lot of cheesy and a lot of creamy yums and don't go out or into the cold or heat immediately. But ever since I came back from my vacation last Aug, I've been having frequent Sunday afternoon migraines. I kept thinking that its because I'm not able to sleep well during the week OR I sleep way too much over the weekend but even if I have enough sleep, its still the same. So, last Christmas, when Christopher went home to the US for his holiday, I asked him to get me some drugs. :D I just got them today, just in time for a very bad migraine that's building. A few hours ago, I was telling Arline that I predict to have a very bad migraine Sunday evening because we're going for a weekend planning meeting. This means, I'm going for night shift for 12days straight, without a weekend break in the middle! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;And so, I'm now running on Drugs.... Whooopeeee... I'm all doped up and feeling like I'm on Prozac... at least I'm not cranky. hahaha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5ovWAoKCC0AADDbrFQ1"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5ovWAoKCC0AADDbrFQ1/DSC01762.JPG?et=kSN1wayPOa7HVqKgbKkFVA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-6622025210054671024?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6622025210054671024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=6622025210054671024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6622025210054671024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6622025210054671024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/running-on-drugs.html' title='Running on Drugs'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-4671950747231243049</id><published>2008-01-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:07:26.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerable Harassment</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I think I would be vulnerable if I'm tipsy and my guy friend, attached or not, who I really like, came at me being all flirty and frisky... But I guess I wasn't... I wasn't even flattered that he was touchy and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheeks. There was no effect... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;A friend and I were talking about being that vulnerable before we went out that night. I was out with this guy friend a month ago and we were both drunk. She asked me what I would be doing if that guy had made advancements on me and would I even consider it, given the fact that the guy is attached and I work with both of them. I said, I would consider it but since he's attached, and I'm no home-wrecker, I wont. I'll be really flattered but I know it's just simply flirting. I asked her what she would do about it and she said she's never considered it because she's stiff and does not even flirt or know how to flirt back. Actually, come to think of it, she never answered the question. She avoided it, just like a few other questions I have. So I just took her word for it. But I guess, I'm wrong. They've been flirting with each other, playing and dropping pick-up lines to each other. I told her to be careful and watch it because this guy's a charmer and he's attached to the witch queen. hehehe She said she's cool and does not think anything about it but I guess I was wrong about that too. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;We went out drinking on saturday night. He's drunk and he cornered her a few time that night and he was really getting up close and personal with her and I think she might have felt something too... She did not drink any alcohol so I'm sure she's not drunk but she let him get that close... Real close... I'm bothered by it and I don't know why. I guess I'm a little worried that she might be vulnerable and she did not even mention those incidents that night. I'm not as drunk as you think I am, girl. And I saw those advances because I was keeping my eye on him as he's drunk and I feel responsible for him. Please take care... I don't want to see you hurt. You're not as strong as you want others to see you as... and I did not think I could be stronger than you because you lead me to think that I'm more vulnerable than you are but I guess you're not. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-4671950747231243049?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4671950747231243049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=4671950747231243049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4671950747231243049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4671950747231243049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/vulnerable-harassment.html' title='Vulnerable Harassment'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1078705645627475173</id><published>2008-01-21T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:42:54.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intoxicated friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;What's friendship about? How much of a friend are you supposed to be?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 189px" height=200 src="http://www.pkdiet.com/images/wine.jpg" width=332 border=0&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Question for the Guys&lt;/STRONG&gt;: Would you consider a lady friend, who took you home, to your home, after you have passed out a good friend? If that friend lets you enjoy drinking with your friends and then made sure you were brought home safe, would they still be considered a good friend?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Question for the Girls&lt;/STRONG&gt;: How much would you let your significant other, boyfriend or husband or mate, drink when they are out with their friends but still get home safe and sound? What would be the measurement of a good friend when your significant other gets home, drunk, but safe and sound? Would you think the friend, especially if its a girl, who brought your mate home is a good friend?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff&gt;To *beep*, if you dont like your mate drinking and coming home drunk, then lock him up and don't let him out of your sight or your radar, duh! He's old enough to know how to handle himself. Damn, he agreed to be significantly connected to you. Being drunk is nothing compared to that... He must be really drunk to commit to such a relationship... &lt;EM&gt;Ahh-ehhmm.... bitter ba? hehe &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff&gt;I'm not being bad or what, but I really think there's something wrong with that arrangement... You must be seriously insanely in love with each other OR psychologically disturbed to stay together... I'm sure I, would be... pyschologically insane...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1078705645627475173?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1078705645627475173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1078705645627475173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1078705645627475173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1078705645627475173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/intoxicated-friendship.html' title='Intoxicated friendship'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-7551470819145955689</id><published>2008-01-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:18:22.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;We went skiing last Sat, Jan 19. It was an adventure... Unfortunately, I did not enjoy as much as I would want to... I only slept for 4hours before the trip. We just came from night shift work, so sleep was trying to catch up during the weekend... It was a rush to get to the meeting place that I forgot my knitted bonnet to keep my head warm. We went to LinHai for night skiing and it was damn cold! The wind is blowing right through your skin even through the down-jacket!!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;What I hate the most was that I kept hitting my head when I fall so I was dizzy by the time I got down the slope the first round. I did not go up for another round of the slope as I am already having a headache from hitting it all the time and the cold. Also, the people who were helping those who don't know how to ski get up when they fall kept complaining that I was toooo fat and heavy for them to haul me up! hehehe I don't think I'm that fat but I am PHAT (pretty hot and thick). Bwaahhhahaha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;Another contribution to the non-enjoyment was it was the first day for my ever-so-unexpected period... I was soooo concious of stain... hehehe Anyway, people I went with enjoyed themselves so it was ok.. I was just frozen by the end of the trip that my teeth were chattering on its own... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;I still prefer ice skating... at least I have a stopper and its only the shoes that are uncomfortable... No long boards to worry about. hahaha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-7551470819145955689?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7551470819145955689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=7551470819145955689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7551470819145955689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7551470819145955689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/ski.html' title='Ski'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3698337812200177660</id><published>2008-01-21T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:05:40.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Firewall</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;They have the Greatwall that's a big gigantic brick wall, they also have the Ever Famous Great Firewall! Geeessshhhh... I can't get to any blog site, multiply, blogspot, blogger, whatever even if I want to... IT's FIREWALLED!.....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;Wad-eber-lah!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3698337812200177660?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3698337812200177660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3698337812200177660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3698337812200177660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3698337812200177660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-firewall.html' title='Great Firewall'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-245831410581327724</id><published>2008-01-18T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:09:05.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dog or not to Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 214px" height=266 src="http://www.thehuntinglife.com/forums/uploads/monthly_08_2007/post-9841-1187806176_thumb.jpg" width=355 border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I'm thinking of getting a little mutt to keep me company at home. Since I can't get Chase, my darling baby 7yr old labrador, to join me, I thought of getting my own little doggie here. I've been keeping it at bay for so long but I can't hold back anymore. My apartment is not at all dog safe but I think I can train it to poo outside and pee outside too, right? I mean, it will also force me to get out of the house rather than keep myself couped up inside, hehehe although that thought is not bad at all. :D As long as there's food at home. hahaha... Anyway, I told Arline about it and surprisingly, she was strongly against it. I was shocked at the way she reacted because it wasn't her at all. She visited me this morning because I called in sick last night (too sleepy to get up... hehehe...) and we talked about what happened the night before. When I told her I was planning to get a mutt after Spring festival, she jumped up from the sofa and opposed to me getting one, saying that I have to many little abubots around the apartment and the dog will only destroy it. Then, I just thought, she was the one pestering me to get one ages ago because she wanted to have a dog but not willing to take care of it or keep it. So the best solution for her was for ME to get, take care and keep the dog so SHE can visit me often to play with it. Ah-ehm-uh... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;So there, I'm going to get myself a dog..... if I get the courage to go ahead and purchase one.. It's cheap, 10RMB? hehehe &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-245831410581327724?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/245831410581327724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=245831410581327724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/245831410581327724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/245831410581327724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-dog-or-not-to-dog.html' title='To Dog or not to Dog'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-25108701386973656</id><published>2008-01-18T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:45:57.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;Yehey, I'm back. I've gone to the Doctor for check up because of my frequent nosebleeds. I was so scared because of the stories I've heard from people around here and in the news. But hey, I had a good experience. I spent 223.95 RMB + 8RMB for "KuaHao". I told the Doc that I had the internal skin burned 8years ago due to frequent nosebleeds when I was younger. She looked at the nose and said that there's no cut or bruises, in fact, my nose was clean. She asked how frequent the nose bleeds were and I said that after I had it burned, I did not have nose bleeds till last winter, where it bleed 4 - 5 times only, and that was for the whole Winter period (4mos in total). Now, I have nosebleeds at least 2x a day for the past 2 weeks. She said the skin is very thin and fragile and it's still best to burn the skin to help it grow new skin. I said ok and asked how long it will take to have that procedure done, 10mins. &lt;EM&gt;Ok, 10mins it is.&lt;/EM&gt; Last time I did it, it was around 30mins to 1hr because I had to go to the operating room and have them inject some local anesthesia... Now, she just put in a cotton with the anesthetic fluid and within 5mins, we were done. She went out to get the machine and came back and burned it within a min. hehehe It was really fast and not as painful as it was before. &lt;EM&gt;But hey, who's to complain?&lt;/EM&gt; Then, she told me to go and claim the meds, an ointment for the nose, and antibiotic capsules. Told me to drink the antibiotics till its all gone. That's it. Done. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chinapolarbear.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5DIogoKCC0AAFE7kwQ1"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chinapolarbear.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5DIogoKCC0AAFE7kwQ1/DSCN1412.JPG?et=DuzrBYxlFX4vImHeIPGQDQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;Oh, of course I did not go on my own, I went with Daniel. &lt;EM&gt;Do you think I would be able to explain all of that in Chinese? hehehe I tried too but when the Doctor was asking questions, I did not understand anymore. hahaha&lt;/EM&gt;. The cab driver and the doctor thought he was my boyfriend. Yes, he is my "boy" friend. :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Now, is there a way to scratch the nose without injuring it? ARGHH... It's soooo itchy!!!!&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-25108701386973656?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/25108701386973656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=25108701386973656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/25108701386973656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/25108701386973656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/burned.html' title='Burned'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5479556200348500731</id><published>2008-01-17T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T05:24:48.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;ARRRGGGGHHHHH&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;2hrs ko kinompose compose yung Year End blog post na yun!!! Serious, kala mo work, typing pa man din, cr na cr na ako pinigil ko pa kc in-the-zone ako, tapos pag pindot ng Preview &amp; Spell Check..... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;NAWALA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!     &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;h&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff size=3&gt;uhuhuhuhuhu     Multiply timed out on me... :(&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 171px" height=810 src="http://www.health-in-action.org/library/pdf/Shaken%20Baby/Images/Waa%20cry%20baby2.jpg" width=378 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5479556200348500731?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5479556200348500731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5479556200348500731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5479556200348500731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5479556200348500731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/arghhhh.html' title='ARGHHHH'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1100076390635476981</id><published>2008-01-16T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:24:34.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosebleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6633ff&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright src="http://www.wurzeltod.ch/blog/jason_arber_iwilleatyourbrainifyoustealthisagain.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;There's tons and tons of reasons and expressions for nosebleed... Here's a few.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;1. Nose Picking... because you picked your nose. It's as simple as that. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#6633ff&gt;2. Intense concentration... Just like Matt Parkman in Heroes... Or Peter Petrelli Or Hiro Nakamura... so concentrate... concentrate... concentrate... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff&gt;3. In Heat... I'm not sure if this is true but its supposedly a myth... around men/women who sees someone real HOT and they are supposedly aroused! hehehe... Can someone confirm? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff&gt;4. Dry Humidity... Scientifically, if the area where you are staying is too dry, it will burst the small capillary vessels in your nose which causes the bleeding... &lt;EM&gt;Please, I'm not researching this so correct me. hehehe.. I'm only writing this from what I know, in my humble little brain. hahaha&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#6633ff&gt;So why do I get nosebleeds 3 - 4 times a day for the past few weeks? I didn't pick my nose, my work does not require intense concentration &lt;EM&gt;(definitely not, because if it does require intense concentration, I just tune out. hehehe don't tell tua-diap-tao),&lt;/EM&gt; there's no HOT guy here to bleed for, and its definitely not dry because I put the humidifier beside me, at work and at home, so it can't be because of the dry air. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1100076390635476981?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1100076390635476981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1100076390635476981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1100076390635476981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1100076390635476981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/nosebleed.html' title='Nosebleed'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3937647004382289839</id><published>2008-01-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:46:30.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chinese Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've been attending free Chinese lessons in my company and its really hard. It's WORK, &lt;em&gt;an exerted effort, to be exact,&lt;/em&gt; to get up 3hrs, earlier than you usually do, and get into a class where the others who talk to you only know how to speak Mandarin just as well as you and can't really express themselves properly as they would have in their own native language. I'm the only English speaker in this Intermediate class and all my classmates are either Japanese or Korean. I prefer my Korean classmates because they are more "kwela." hehehe What you see in the Korean novelas, are almost normal, they act the same way. hahaha. It's as if you are watching XMEN live. hehehe I took Intermediate class because I can speak better than them, but not read as well as them, so I guess its a healthy medium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm trying to read and write Chinese, &lt;em&gt;Yes MUM, I am&lt;/em&gt;, so bear with me in this futile attempt... &lt;em&gt;I saying it's futile because I know what I want to say, but I can't figure out the PinYin for it, and if I do, I can't figure out the word. hahaha....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;好吧。我们开始。我想跟大家说，你们好。我觉得我应该换工作了。现在太无聊了。对工作很不高兴了。老伴太不公平。同事们也是一样。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;That's it! I'm giving up. This took me like 15mins to type out. Took me 5 mins to figure out one word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3937647004382289839?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3937647004382289839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3937647004382289839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3937647004382289839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3937647004382289839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-chinese-adventure.html' title='My Chinese Adventure'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5171891784643466321</id><published>2008-01-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T02:49:03.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Call Center Bloopers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;I'm not sure if there has been something like this posted but I'm keeping tabs of lots and lots of these... Yes, peeps, I'm working for a chinese call center in China handling and supporting North America. Soon, we will be supporting all APJ English calls too. So this means, there will be more calls coming in from Sing, Malaysia, Phils, Australia, New Zealand and NA. I just don't know how we'll keep up... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;*Warning: Make sure you are fully seated and reading this entry alone. I wouldn't want you to get hurt by falling down laughing so hard or let others think that you are insane laughing out loud at your computer... And also, this is way better if heard in person.. I should record sounds of this... hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- I heard this from an agent. "Because it says so in my WOPR." ~ &lt;em&gt;what in the world is a wopr? The burger king burger? Actually, wopr, is an acronym we use to check all process related procedures and updates. hehehe Who would have known?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Here's an instruction I overheard. "In windows, let's go to country panel" ~&lt;em&gt; I think its supposed to be control panel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- While doing mock calls for agents who were not yet live, I was pretending to have problems printing and the agent instructed me to check my internet keyboard. I was shocked because I was using a laptop and did not have an internet keyboard. I asked why I need to check the keyboard and the agent repeatedly said to unplug and plug it back. I asked why because I only have one keyboard and it's on the laptop and I can't simply unplug and plug it in like it would be on a desktop unit. Finally, after several minutes of confusing interaction, I figured out that he meant to say, "Internet Cable". ~ &lt;em&gt;Why couldn't he just simply said, check your LAN cable? hehehe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Customer: I want to purchase a spare battery. Agent: Is there something wrong with your battery or do you want to buy a spare battery ~ &lt;em&gt;uh... duh? Do you need a hearing aid?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Customer said: it used to work before... agent: you mean its working now?!? &lt;em&gt;~ hahaha I don't have to say anything about this one. hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Customer: my email address is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:blah@datalogic.com"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;blah@datalogic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;. agent: so your email address is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:blah@datalogic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;blah@datalogic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt; &lt;pause&gt;or logical? ~&lt;em&gt; Wasn't the customer clear enough? Maybe it wasn't logically correct? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Agent: you might receive a survey for this call recently and your completely satisfaction is important to us. &lt;em&gt;~ This call recently? Did we go through the past while we're talking about the present?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Agent: please remove your hard drive and let us change the boot order in BIOS. &lt;after&gt;~ Uhm, How can you login when you just told the customer to remove the hdd? The customer actually responded with "Its not letting me login to Windows. I keep getting the error, Non-system disk." ~~~ DOINK...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Customer: When I press the wireless button, I see a pop saying WLAN disabled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;Agent: Is there a blue light for the wireless. Customer: No, there is no blue light. Agent: Is the computer turned on? ~ &lt;em&gt;Auhm... Duh? Yes, its ON.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Agent wanted to tell the customer that the database system is under maintenance or is having system migration and being updated but instead of saying it as is, the agent told the customer "I'm sorry but our system is magnating." &lt;em&gt;~ WHAT!?!? How can the system magnate??? Is there such a word?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Agent wanted to ask the customer what the problems on the unit are and what symptoms can the customer see, so she asked "What defective syndrome does your unit have?" ~ &lt;em&gt;syndrome? I never knew that computers can have syndromes.... hehehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Agent wanted to tell the customer to close the pop up window they were changing options on and the customer could not seem to see the same tabs on that window as the agent does. So the agent said "That window box is not useful, we need to consort the window." ~ &lt;em&gt;wha??? Consort? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;- Our laptops have fingerprint recognition. One agent was helping the customer create a fingerprint swipe profile on the computer. I over heard him explain this to the customer. "You need to swipe one finger and let it recognize, then swipe another finger." The customer must have asked why he needs to swipe two fingers because the agent said "Well, that's for backup purposes. Just in case you loose one finger, you still have the other one." (With out a pause, the agent said) "So, how many fingers do you have now?" &lt;em&gt;~ har har har har!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #6633ff;color:#ffffff;" &gt;I am so sorry but, damn... my English is going down the drain real fast, and not only that, I'm not even learning a lot of Chinese on the side.... What in the world is the world going through.... 我快要疯了。你怎么可能跟我说你会说英语哪？谁会相信你？你彪了吗？ &lt;em&gt;opps.. it slipped...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5171891784643466321?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5171891784643466321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5171891784643466321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5171891784643466321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5171891784643466321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/chinese-call-center-bloopers.html' title='Chinese Call Center Bloopers'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5104059463411170750</id><published>2008-01-08T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:11:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revived... a little</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;For the past month, I have been having bouts of depression. I guess, I just thought I was so lonely and toxic that I did not think it was because of my sickness. I was surfing online last week when I came across a cancer site and the symptoms of thyroid cancer. I was reminded, yet again, that I was not well and will never be well for the rest of my life. You see, I have thyroid cancer. No, dont worry about me, I'm alright. I'm on my last 2 exams to officially clear me for good and maintain this clearance for the rest of my life, but still, just the fact that I have cancer, is still something. Yes, I'm now proud to say that I am a cancer survisor. Although the cancer I have is not the scary-will-die-in-a-few-months one but still, its still the big "C" and its something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My sickness brings to me bouts of depression, sluggishness and insomnia. These symptoms are a pain. Especially the depression. I for one, and a very happy person but when this depression hits, I go beserk. I become ultimately toxic and crazy. I think this is also enhanced by the fact that I am "actually" and "really" lonely and homesick. I have been living away from my family and my friends for 1.5yrs already. I can make new friends but its not the same. At the same time, my work is putting gas in the depression fire by not being what I want it to be. Work sucks and so does my life... I made Ron's life suck while Arline was on vacation for 2 weeks and I was nearly on the verge of insanity and breakdown that 2nd week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anywho, someone sent me a message 2weeks before the Christmas break trying to befriend me and asking me to join their Christmas party. Since I wasnt in the mood for it, I did not even think twice about it but after the holidays, I thought, what the hell, I wont loose anything if it doesnt go well. So on Sat, I called the girl and told her I wanted to meet up. My main agenda for meeting up is to see if I could get some companionship for the coming spring festival holiday. &lt;em&gt;It's a week of no work and I'm not willing to sit around at home the whole week and do nothing while Arline works and gets triple pay! I'm going away!&lt;/em&gt; So, I met up with her last Sunday, in church, &lt;em&gt;yeah, she's also Christian, cool huh! HE really provides to you what you ask for. I've been asking for new friends and for Him to let me know that He still cares for me and He sent me His angels....&lt;/em&gt; and met up with more new friends. And, yes, I was able to find a companion for the spring festival trip, we're still planning on how to go about it. And yes, I'm revived. Well, at least a little. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Thanks to a little faith and trust, and push of the call button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5104059463411170750?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5104059463411170750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5104059463411170750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5104059463411170750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5104059463411170750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2008/01/revived-little.html' title='Revived... a little'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5636833498238269380</id><published>2007-12-29T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:18:40.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How old are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I went to the gym with Arline today. Yes, I signed up for the gym. I got the 1 yr membership and they gave me a month free. Its cheap, considering the original price but still, a gym's expensive when you have the park or your village to run in. Anywho, the gym has this chinese trainer that can speak a little english. His english is good enough to understand and at least, he's accomodating. We started with our "exam" today. They insisted on testing your stamina, strenght resistance, height, weight, bmi and other stuff before you officially start your gym regimen. They want to make sure they offer the best regimen for you and of course, sell you their personal 1 on 1 class (which is an expensive 12, 1hr training session). Anywho, he asked me how old I am to calcuate my bmi and whatnots... guess what, I dont remember. Serious. Arline was so shocked because my facial expression was of a blank confusion, and I responded "I dont know." in a very serious and obviously shocked tone. She laughed so hard and thought I was kidding. I said, I seriously dont remember. I'm not sure if I'm 27 or 28. hehehe I think I'm 27, no maybe 28. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Before anyone criticizes me with forgetting my age, I'll explain why I dont remember. Every year, for the early 26 years of my life, I have celebrated my birthday with a party or a simple gathering with my relatives and friends. I have more than 3 dinners because most of my friends dont know each other so I have to celebrate separately. For the past 2 years, I have not celebrated my birthday. It just passed and then nothing. It was such an oridinary day that's why I dont remember it. My manager does not know, my collegues does not know. No gifts, no "kakulitan" to make "libre", no secretly hiding or filing for annual leave on that day itself. Although I received gifts this year, I did not celebrate it to make it significantly memorable... That's why I dont remember my age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Shoot, I'm calculating my age right now and it seems wrong... hehehe I really dont remember how old I am!!!!!!!!! SHYET!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5636833498238269380?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5636833498238269380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5636833498238269380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5636833498238269380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5636833498238269380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-old-are-you.html' title='How old are you?'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-8677411548095006940</id><published>2007-12-29T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:59:30.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenomenal Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was surfing the Internet through office proxy, because the Great Firewall of China sucks, and I came across this post from a Tsinoy.com forum. I just had to post it here. Hats off to "guardstick". Hurrah and Viva to all "Men" who love chubby women and see them for who they are. I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My significant other is a chubby chinita, and to tell you honestly I never had so much love, fun, peace, electrifying calm, ( and dont forget the foodfest ) with this woman compared to average-weighted girls dressed in skimpy sexy miniskirts. If youre truly in love with a woman, you would disregard how big her bulges ( and I mean belly flabs ) are, you wont care if her pounds go off the weighing scales, and if her appetite is better than yours. Love may be blind, but it ( I ) can see the true essentials. Shes a good conversationalist, shes a very loving partner, and I truly love her. I wouldnt trade her even for FHM's 100 sexiest girl in the world. At the start you'll be quite scared of some thoughts running after your head like what if they make fun with me when I go out with one, but right now, Im the one encouragely presenting her to my friends, Im in complete satisfaction when Im with her, and I dont care how big her pata are ( thats what she calls her legs ) And youll be amazed how much heart and passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; is hiding beneath the fats. Ciao "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here's a poem by Maya Angelou, "Phenomenal Woman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But when I start to tell them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;They think I'm telling lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I say, It's in the reach of my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The span of my hips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The stride of my step,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;he curl of my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;That's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I walk into a room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just as cool as you please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And to a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The fellows stand or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Fall down on their knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then they swarm around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;A hive of honey bees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I say, It's the fire in my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And the flash of my teeth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The swing in my waist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And the joy in my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;That's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Men themselves have wondered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What they see in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;They try so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But they can't touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My inner mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When I try to show them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;They say they still can't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I say, It's in the arch of my back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The sun of my smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The ride of my breasts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The grace of my style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;That's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just why my head's not bowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don't shout or jump about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Or have to talk real loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When you see me passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It ought to make you proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I say, It's in the click of my heels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The bend of my hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;the palm of my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The need of my care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;'Cause I'm a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;That's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-8677411548095006940?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8677411548095006940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-7032345507174099608</id><published>2007-12-21T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:40:50.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;F*&amp;amp;K! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Double F$%K! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Triple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:F@#K"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;F@#K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;All the F^%K in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-7032345507174099608?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7032345507174099608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=7032345507174099608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7032345507174099608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7032345507174099608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/12/tampo.html' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I was updating my blog when I accidentally clicked on the "Enter" button without even unchecking all the ones I'm copying from my other site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Again, My sincerest apologies to everyone. Thanks for understanding. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1173844675589797556?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1173844675589797556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1173844675589797556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1173844675589797556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1173844675589797556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5218108285860020044</id><published>2007-12-11T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:05:23.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter To the One that God has Prepared for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was reading this from another site and I wanted to post it here because this is exactly how I feel. Thanks to the one who originated this letter. I'm not sure who it was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me, if like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other. Many times I thought I finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. I get up each morning hoping, dreaming, longing to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am imagining the way we will meet. would it be as romantic as the ones I have seen in movies? . Or is it possible that I have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? Oh how I wish you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answers to all my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself if I have ever really known "love". I do not have the answer to that question either but I believe that, more often than not, we will never really know what love is until we find that right person .... and since I have not found you yet, then maybe I do not really know what love is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know how often I dream of finally knowing what it feels like to be in your arms. Even at this very moment I am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet! Perhaps I will be drawn to you by your smile, or your eyes, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh through your silly little ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know for sure but I am praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. I think of all the pain that I have gone through in the past and of how much I have cried since the day I began my search. I just want you to know that I find my strength in clinging onto my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me --- the life I shall spend with you. Somehow, In my mind and in my heart I know that you are worth all that pain and sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, the tears have become a part of my life and I believe that they are slowly washing away my flaws so that I would become perfect. not perfect in its truest sense, but perfect --- for YOU! I wonder if you've gone through so much pain as well. I wonder if you've been hurt so many times along the journey. But my dearest one, please don't ever give up because I am right here... patiently waiting for you! I assure you that when we finally find each other I will slowly heal those wounds by my love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I would look out my window and stare at the beautiful sky, hoping that somehow you are also looking up and wondering about me. I utter a silent prayer and send all my cries to the heavens above thinking that in time they would reach you. And when I feel impatient, I just close my eyes and believe that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as well. It is funny but when I finally fall asleep, it is still you that I think of, for you are always in my dreams. It seems that, for now, that is the only place where I can hold on to you, long enough to tell you how much I love you. In my dreams you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love. And this, all the more, makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead with the hope that soon enough, you will no longer be a dream but a reality and once again I am assured that you are worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that time comes, everything will fall into its place, just as I had imagined, just as I had thought and dreamed, just as I had believed it would be! By then, I would simply look back and smile at all that I have gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst the simple joys of life --- and I would be very thankful because they all led me to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, take care of yourself for me. Hold on to our dream and don't even think of letting go. Believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course and it is up to us to follow the directions. Don't worry, don't be afraid of getting lost, God saw to it that all the roads, no matter which one you choose to follow, lead to me..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5218108285860020044?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5218108285860020044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5218108285860020044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5218108285860020044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5218108285860020044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/12/letter-to-one-that-god-has-prepared-for.html' title='Letter To the One that God has Prepared for Me'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2117798654662741460</id><published>2007-12-07T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T06:42:32.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love through Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Uhm... No?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh*t Sh*t Sh*t Sh*t Sh*t Sh*t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Is this it? Is this a joke? A prank your sick mind concocted? Are you freaking crazy? Asking me to give you my heart and open it and be willing to try love? And when I actually did? What did you do? Trash it?!? What was that? It's like you asked me to jump into deep waters and tell me that you're going to make sure you keep the lifeline with you all the time and then ask me to let go? Trust you and let go of it? And when I didn't want to let go, you just left me floating there? And then tell me, its because I did not trust you enough?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always have to end up with these type of people? Are they crazy? I'm not crazy so why do I get these crazy people? Is this going to be my permanent theme? Is this a trend? Get me to fall for you with all your sweet talk and then ask for my financial details or money from me or whatelse? What am I? A bank?!? Get to know someone try again, be hopeful and an omptimist, and just let them break your heart again? Stupid huh!?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me again... Ask me to give you my heart... Uhm... No?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2117798654662741460?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2117798654662741460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2117798654662741460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2117798654662741460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2117798654662741460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-through-internet.html' title='Love through Internet'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-9192935428300062047</id><published>2007-11-28T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T04:36:39.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first view?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My mind's away and it's not on vacation... I hate this feeling. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; and I know I have duties that I have to do and work on but I can't concentrate. Really can't. Confused and distracted. Seriously distracted... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Talk about telling someone straight out... Now, I'm wishing I didn't. I didn't want to lead someone on but I didn't want him to loose that interest too... Now, it looks like it's gone... and I'm sure people around me will tell me that it's not worth it and that if he was really serious about it, he will not stop the communication... Oh well, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Right now, I'm just thinking that I should have no expectation whatsoever so I can prevent my heart from being hurt and getting hurt but I don't know.. I'm all too caught up in this whirlwind romantic gesture, &lt;em&gt;well for words at least&lt;/em&gt;, and I can't help but feel a regret or a loss because it suddenly, &lt;em&gt;all too suddenly&lt;/em&gt;, just stopped... Maybe because he's travelling... Well, I'm obviously looking for it and waiting for his message &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm wondering about it now, wishing it was still there and that there is really a prince charming that will appear in my life and a sweep me off my feet... Take me away from here. All these romantic fantasy, will it be ever true? All those words... All those fancy love letters... Well, they are not fancy but it definitely is mushy... I admit, I love it and I'm falling in love with it... Be careful, is what all my friends are telling me... He might be the same as the cretin was... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;As of this moment, he says he's serious and is coming over in a few weeks. He sent me another email the day after... What am I to do? Do I really want him to come over? What if he does come over, what then? What if it does not work out? What if there's nothing there? Then he just lost so much investment and all of that for nothing? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be the reason of regret in spending so much and then not getting anything in return. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to lead him on without the right feelings. I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be forced or pressured to just accept what is there for the sake of it being there. That's going to be unfair for him and most especially, unfair for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;How will I know if this is the one? I've been in love with being in love so many times, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what is real and what is fantasy anymore... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like him? What if we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; click? What if we can't talk about something and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have anything in common? What if we do have a connection? What if he really goes for it and asks me to go with him? Will I accept the offer? What if he's a psycho? Like those psycho killers who lure their victims and then kill them? But thinking of it, he would have been real psycho to look for someone half way around the world to invest in time, money and emotions only to kill that person, right? So that's not common but it's still a rare possibility. What if he's not all that and is the real perfect guy for me? How will I know which one is real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;All these confusing thoughts, I can't help but think... I can't even help but think that he might really be the one... Why? Why are all these feelings coming out? Is it because I'm in love with the feeling of being in love or is because I'm really in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;One thing for certain, I am determined to give this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;, or whatever it is, a chance... Just like I did for cretin and I'm determined to enjoy myself with the moment and the feeling. I'm so happy and drowning in this feeling... I'm swimming in the lake of love and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to get out anytime soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I hope I can stay like this forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Vain to Tristan (Stardust) : "You know, when I said I knew little about love, that wasn't true. I know a lot about love. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; seen it, seen centuries and centuries of it. And it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars, pain, lies, hate, made me want to turn away and never look down again. But to see the way mankind loves. I mean, you could search the furthest regions of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I, I know that love is unconditional, but I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;uncontrollable&lt;/span&gt;, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing. What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to say is... I think I love you. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts, no goods, no demonstration or devotions. Nothing but knowing you love me to. Just your heart... in exchange for mine. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-9192935428300062047?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/9192935428300062047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=9192935428300062047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/9192935428300062047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/9192935428300062047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-at-first-view.html' title='Love at first view?'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-6008636961267322703</id><published>2007-11-27T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:44:53.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don’t want a lot for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don’t care about the presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Make my wish come true, oh baby all I want for christmas is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don’t want a lot for Christmas there is just one thing I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;nd I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don’t need to hang my stocking, way above the fireplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Santa Clause won't make me happy with a toy on christmas day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Make my wish come truebaby all I want for christmas is you, babe baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas (i wont ask for much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I won't even wish for snow (oh i wont even wish for snow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I’m just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe (underneath the mistletoe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I won't make a list and send it, to the North Pole for St Nick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Won't even stay awake to hear the magic reindeer play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cause I just want you here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Holdin' on to me so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What more can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;oh baby all I want for christmas is you, oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh how the lights are shining surrounding everywhere (surrounding everywhere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Where the sounds of children’s laughter fills the air (laughter fills the air)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And everyone is singin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh I hear those sleigh bells ringin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Santa won't you bring me the one I really need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Won't you bring back my baby to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don’t want a lot for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is all I’m askin for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I just want to see my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Standing right outside my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Is you, you, All I want is you [x4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You, you, you, you, you, you, you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-6008636961267322703?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6008636961267322703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=6008636961267322703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6008636961267322703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6008636961267322703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I want for Christmas is YOU'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3142122206870589431</id><published>2007-11-22T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T05:56:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FY08 Direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is a very dreadful dreaded wednesday evening. I hate myself and my situation. I'm beginning to hate my job... I can't see beyond Feb 2008. I'm planning to go home during that time because I have holiday here and I'm not going to be able to go anywhere with people or travel with them because they have work and they have triple pay and whatever.... Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, back to my dreadful wednesday... I can't seem to sleep properly now a days. I keep waking up in the middle of the day, almost every hour. I feel sleepy every morning I go home and fall asleep at around 9am and then wake up at 12nn... Then I can't get back to sleep again till around 4pm... So during those periods, I watch TV series and play games and whatever... Then I can't wake up again. Gosh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My manager just gave us the directive for next year and it looks good and very exciting but I was not excited. It did not even have any impact, none at all. I did not even feel that I'm part of the team. I'm so cut-off from the whole team that I dont get updates and such... I'm only there in the meeting, for the sake of being there. That's it. :( During a one-on-one meeting with my manager, I even feel that he expects too much from me but does not expect me to do anything and be anything. I just felt so unwanted... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm soooo sad and sooo hurt... I wish to be saved from this situation. I'm now in the middle of this lonely island without a saviour. God, is the person you are sending coming soon? Send me my superman so he can save me from this. What am I going to do in FY08? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3142122206870589431?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3142122206870589431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3142122206870589431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3142122206870589431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3142122206870589431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/11/fy08-direction.html' title='FY08 Direction'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-4518959432014226238</id><published>2007-11-10T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:56:25.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Someday you're gonna realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;One day you'll see this through my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But then I won't even be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll be happy somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Even if I can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I know You don't really see my worth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You think you're the last guy on earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well I've got news for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I know I'm not that strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But it won't take long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Won't take long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;'Coz someday, someone's gonna love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The way, I wanted you to need me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Someday, someone's gonna take your place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;One day I'll forget about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You'll see, I won't even miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Someday, someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But now I know you can't tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm down, and I'm not due anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But one day these tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;They will all run dry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I won't have to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sweet goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;'Coz someday, someone's gonna love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The way, I wanted you to need me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Someday, someone's gonna take your place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;One day I'll forget about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You'll see, I won't even miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Someday, I know someone's gonna be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Someday, someone's gonna love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The way, I wanted you to need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Someday, someone's gonna take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;One day, I'll forget about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You'll see, I won't even miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Someday, someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-4518959432014226238?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4518959432014226238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=4518959432014226238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4518959432014226238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4518959432014226238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/11/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-7723361691603303336</id><published>2007-10-30T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:26:53.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon me for being Filipino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Its funny because I heard from an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;office mate&lt;/span&gt;, an American at that, that Estrada was convicted of his crime. A few weeks after that news, I heard from the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;office mate&lt;/span&gt; that Estrada was given pardon by the President... Oh My God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm not a politically inclined person BUT, goodness me... This is too much. I just have to say... it makes me wonder what the future holds for Philippines.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I need to work harder, and more, to get my family out of there really really soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mail order bride anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-7723361691603303336?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7723361691603303336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=7723361691603303336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7723361691603303336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7723361691603303336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/10/pardon-me-for-being-filipino.html' title='Pardon me for being Filipino'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1641076201559170364</id><published>2007-10-24T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T05:13:43.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today is the day the most wonderful person was born. Me... of course, who else could be better than myself? I love myself, and yes Roy, I'm beginning to learn to love myself. As Ron would have said, "You're so vain!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;. But indeed, I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Another day another year another... This year's the most eventful, not necessarily because of the parties that I have planned, because there's definitely none. Oh, yes, a simple gathering with my closest friends (those who are around me, and in china, that is), but that's just it. Nothing more. But I still consider it eventful because surprises are in store. I got gifts that I've been meaning to get for myself and I never thought I would get from my friends. I'm still waiting for my best-friend's gift, which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok,&lt;/span&gt; but I'm sure I will like it too. I'm just curious why she asked me for the size of my wrist. I mentioned that I like a certain watch but she said it's not a watch... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. So what could it be? Anyway, she also mentioned that she'll have to see if she can get me that so I'm not expecting it anyway :) I'm just curious why ask me for the size... what's with the size... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, I still thank the people who greeted me and gave me gifts this year. I'm really really happy and surprised because they are the ones I've wanted to get myself. I'm being redundant but hey, its my day, so give me a break. I love surprises and yes, I enjoy the gifts no matter what they are :) So people out there who still owe me gifts, &lt;em&gt;especially Charlie!&lt;/em&gt;, ask me for my address in China and send them to me or better yet, get my sister's contact information so you can send my gifts through her when she comes to visit me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yehey&lt;/span&gt;! *Grin-Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh, and CONGRATULATIONS to Ron and Andrea on their wedding, today. Best Wishes to both of you on an adventure in life together! Hugs and Kisses to you both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's why today's so eventful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1641076201559170364?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1641076201559170364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1641076201559170364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1641076201559170364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1641076201559170364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/10/eventful-day.html' title='Eventful Day'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2869458288010897148</id><published>2007-10-22T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:16:36.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today is the first birthday gift I have received for this year and its one of the ones I've been longing (actually, looking for) for so long! &lt;em&gt;(Thanks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt; me Ron, I was shocked, and it was sitting right next to Bossing for that matter! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the eye stress relieving gel, Daniel. You just know what I need to make me beautiful. :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks for my Psycho Panda, Ron and Andrea. You really surprised me. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thanks for the Red Jade Bangle, Roy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leng&lt;/span&gt;. You definitely surprised me with it because I never mentioned to anyone that I've been meaning to buy one for myself. I definitely love it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rx5fN5q20HI/AAAAAAAAABM/DKeQhlOqkAY/s1600-h/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124638118417715314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rx5fN5q20HI/AAAAAAAAABM/DKeQhlOqkAY/s320/DSC01730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124167286922858594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rxyy_5q20GI/AAAAAAAAABE/qRIR1Ib4ojU/s320/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2869458288010897148?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2869458288010897148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2869458288010897148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2869458288010897148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2869458288010897148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-gift.html' title='Birthday Gift'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rx5fN5q20HI/AAAAAAAAABM/DKeQhlOqkAY/s72-c/DSC01730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-310787175419522194</id><published>2007-10-05T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:16:36.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I hate it when people do not inform you ahead of a 5 day rest that you will have so you could have prepared properly. I was only informed by my manager that I have a 5 day leave due to the National Holidays here in China only 1 week ahead. How will I be able to go out of town for that 1 week? And who will I go with when I'm the only one who has the leave? I'm already not allowed to file for triple pay OT and now I have to leave pa? You could have informed me sooner. What will I do during the 3 days? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anyway, what's done is done. I just stayed home and became pathetic. I cleaned my house. Yes, my house needs general cleaning since its so dusty here. You wouldn't believe how dusty this place can get. Sat and Sun was OK but Monday was clean day. I started my cleaning around 6am till 4pm. I started with folding the whole pile of clothes that I have on the bed (I was unable to use the bed for 2 months now due to the pile of clothes on it). Separated the ones that needed ironing and was done 2hrs later. Yes, there was a lot of clothes. Since the day I came back from Vacation till that time I cleared it off the bed. :D Vacuumed the whole house, wiped the dusty tables and surfaces, swept the floor, mopped the floor with bleach and some detergent, and then mopped it 3 times again after coz the bleach was so sticky. Wiped my kitchen clear of oil because it was sooo oily. Used the new kitchen cleaner I bought which was really good because now, its easier to clean the kitchen. &lt;em&gt;But I miss Lysol. I wish there was Lysol here. :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Was so tired that I just had some pasta, which was easy to cook, but had no ingredients so I just sauteed some garlic and then sauteed the pasta with it and put some salt. That's it. Retired early in the afternoon by going to sleep early. Gosh... my body's aching like hell. I still have lots of books I need to figure out where to put... I need a shelf.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tues, I had breakie with Arline, with my house a little more organized, compared to before, still need to figure out where to put all those books. Went out in the afternoon to buy the shelf. I hate going out in the rain... I'm soaking wet, no taxi to ride and I'm tired. Went out late afternoon because I was waiting for someone to go online and chat and after we finished chatting, I went out. Got home after an hour. Assembled my shelf, the stools I bought, and a shoe rack. Watched a WuShu Competition on TV while wrapping all my the new books (18books). I started wrapping around 8pm and finished around 2am. Went to sleep and woke up at 9am. Wed morning, I'm still dreading to prepare my PPT presentation for my new job responsibilities. I hate it... I hate thinking... this is the holidays, I want to relax and not think of work. Waited around for someone to come online again... and then went out with Ron for dinner. Talked and talked... Gripped about a lot of things... Got home and slept, again... and THU, I'm unable to sleep properly... argh. I hate going on morning shift because its hard to adjust to night shift again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So that's it. That's the pathetic holiday week I had. I deem it pathetic because I actually enjoyed cleaning my house. Serious. When I got started with the clothes and then brought out the vacuum, I was on a roll and did not want to stop till I was done. :) But of course, after a few hours, I just wanted to get it over with and sit and curl up on my sofa because it was raining hard outside and it was cold. The best weather for a warm cup of hot choco and cuddling up a warm body and reading a good book. The best way to relax. Dear God, I wish for a warm body soon... someone who will be my King. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rwv6qNhbVaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FZUTZhdETYU/s1600-h/DSCN0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119461004528014754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rwv6qNhbVaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FZUTZhdETYU/s320/DSCN0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rwv6uNhbVbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1zEqn8mKO6g/s1600-h/DSCN0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119461073247491506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rwv6uNhbVbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1zEqn8mKO6g/s320/DSCN0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-310787175419522194?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/310787175419522194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=310787175419522194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/310787175419522194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/310787175419522194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/10/national-holiday.html' title='National Holiday'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rwv6qNhbVaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FZUTZhdETYU/s72-c/DSCN0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-677169661446404390</id><published>2007-09-26T04:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T04:59:34.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='290' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/pl/rOrrE-XGb2/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='290' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/pl/rOrrE-XGb2/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Beautiful Girls - JoJo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was hanging with my friends&lt;br /&gt;That's when I caught your eye&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I was fly&lt;br /&gt;Right then you wished that I would be your baby (be your baby)&lt;br /&gt;You try to get some game&lt;br /&gt;Asking me girl what ya name&lt;br /&gt;All that ice upon ya chain&lt;br /&gt;So I asked you the same &lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that we have fun together (fun together)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't easy to find&lt;br /&gt;I'm a one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I judge your wine&lt;br /&gt;I know your only mine&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is yours&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is for another guy (another guy)&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;You've been calling me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving messages all week&lt;br /&gt;Was your curiousity&lt;br /&gt;Got ya knees weak &lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for a man&lt;br /&gt;So I don't want no confusion (no confusion)&lt;br /&gt;I took ya to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Got ya begging me for more&lt;br /&gt;But that was my queue to go&lt;br /&gt;So I hit the door&lt;br /&gt;I let you hot&lt;br /&gt;With your mind used to running wild (running wild)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't easy to find&lt;br /&gt;I'm a one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I judge your wine&lt;br /&gt;I know your only mine&lt;br /&gt;If you stick around&lt;br /&gt;Be careful not to fall in love (fall in love)&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Now a couple months have past&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that this would last&lt;br /&gt;Oh everybody asked&lt;br /&gt;How ya got a girl like that&lt;br /&gt;But you should've known &lt;br /&gt;That nothing lasts forever (lasts forever)&lt;br /&gt;I mashed up ya mind&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you lies&lt;br /&gt;But boy don't be suprised&lt;br /&gt;That I'm seeing other guys&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young to settle&lt;br /&gt;And you should've known better (known better)&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls (you should have known)&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt (cos I'll have)&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&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/8371783-677169661446404390?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/677169661446404390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=677169661446404390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/677169661446404390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/677169661446404390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-girls_26.html' title='Beautiful Girls'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-5844134653184909871</id><published>2007-09-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:59:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I do not know what's wrong with me today. I'm in limbo land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm happy because of an incident that happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm flirty because of the hope that a relationship may blossom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm sad because I'm homesick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm frustrated because I'm lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm excited because we're going for a dress up deal on Friday. Just for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm confused because I don't know what I want in my life anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm crappy because... I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;How can so many emotions be all together in one incident and one situation? What's wrong? Why the sudden change of emotions? I'm all out confused and tired. I don't know what to do. My work sucks, my location sucks, I don't have a comfort place to go to. Holiday is coming soon and I'm stuck cleaning my house and no where to go. I hate this feeling. Why is it here again? Why is it all coming back? I'm supposed to be done with this and adjust fully to the situation at hand. Is it because I lack sleep? I'm not able to adjust my sleep anymore. Pressure of being a good friend and a martyr is hard to balance. I'm mad a someone and yet, I don't want to be mad at that person because I know that I'm the one that's bitching, not her. I don't know anymore. ARGH... 我疯了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-5844134653184909871?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5844134653184909871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=5844134653184909871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5844134653184909871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/5844134653184909871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/09/limbo.html' title='Limbo'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2079747087246056292</id><published>2007-09-07T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:30:08.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I worth it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My goodness. What do you think of me? A money tree? A Sugar Mommy? An email answering machine? A search engine? Your personal secretary? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shyet&lt;/span&gt;! 呸!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really have no idea what you lost. I'm just so sorry you did not invest and want to invest in any of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am selfish but you're worst... I mean, you did not even give me a chance to experience the tingly sweet "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kilig&lt;/span&gt;" moment of the relationship and you start to argue with me? Telling me I'm worthless and not capable of being a girlfriend. Telling me that I'm bad for not being there for you in the middle of you financial problem especially when you need me the most. I already told you that I'm there for you and will help support you emotionally and help you look for a job but not financially because I'm also short and then you'll add that blow to my face saying you're just borrowing money to get by and that I'm so selfish and have too much pride not to help you with that small thing? 呸! 去你的!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have we known each other? 2 months... How long have we been talking over the phone for hours with each other? 2 weeks. And how many times have I seen you, physically? 6 times. And you expect me to give you everything and expect everything from me? You're even asking me to pay for your flight ticket and expenses because you want to see me. Not only that, you're asking me for a laptop, not desktop, but laptop, just so you can talk me to me over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. Why not ask me to pay for your Internet bills and phone bills too.. So you can call me anytime you want because you want to talk to me. I already spent 10k in phone bills just by talking to you because you want to talk to me longer and ask me to call you because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have load anymore. And I'm selfish? WOW.... That must be some blow to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ones'&lt;/span&gt; ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST day, you paid for dinner, 500+ but I paid for drinks and taxi to send me home and send you home, 500++.&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; day, I paid for dinner, movie, taxi to send me home and send you home, I spent almost 1k+.&lt;br /&gt;3RD day, I paid for drinks and taxi to send me home and send you home, 500++.&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt; day, I paid for movie, dinner, drinks, entrance, more drinks, taxi to send me home and send you home, 2k+.&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt; day, I paid for dinner, slippers (it has to be branded, and fucking shit, it's hellishly expensive) and pants for you (because you direly need it and want me to buy it for you and think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so selfish and "ma-pride" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yabang&lt;/span&gt;" because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to spend for it on You), taxi to send me home and send you home, 4k+.&lt;br /&gt;6TH day, I paid for dinner, your entrance fee, drinks and more food. 3k+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, in total, I'm not counting but, I've spent more hard earned cash (earned with lots of personal and emotional sacrifice) on you and what did I get in return? A bottle of 30ml perfume and lots of love from you. Love, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I felt it. Did I? If you loved me, then, if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have money, you'll figure a way to find some money to spend with me and spend time with me, right? If you love me, you'll find ways to get me to go out on dates with you and trying to gain my heart and feelings without making me feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; spending for most of our dates. If you love me, you'll try to win me over with whatever impressive gestures you think I would like. If you love me, you'll really treat me like a princess and not just tell me that I'm your princess... I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; stupid and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;, when going out with you. 我太傻了!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you tell me that I'm not perfect and I'm just beautiful but have a very bad attitude? That's a serious blow. I never thought that I'm beautiful and perfect but I think my attitude and personality is the best you can get. Yes, I'm not perfect, I have flaws but my good points over shadow them. No, not only good points but BEST points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very caring and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;. I may not tell you out loud in person but I think about you all the time. Just ask my friends, they are fed up with me talking about you all the time. And you dare say that I don't think about you and care about you much! 我呸!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very willing to give my all, everything, to the person who needs it. But goodness me, how much do I know you to actually say that I am willing to lend you money? I've been burnt with this situation before. I was so naive that I lent 8.8k to an agent that says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; needed the money and promised to pay on payday (1 week later) when salary comes. She did pay it back, half of it. I lost 4.8k because she just suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;. And I've known this person for 5 months. So what makes you think I would give you money, although not that much, when I've only known YOU a short while... Because you love me? Is love measurable with money? Is this the right logic? I mean, you have not yet invested a lot of emotions with me and have not yet gathered 100% of my heart and want me to give my all? What's this, a con scheme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you, before, again and again, that I can fall for you and will fall for you as long as you are patient and work at it. Actually, I was falling... but when I heard you asking me to foot your flight ticket to visit me and I said No and you got mad and made me guilty and said that I'm proud and selfish. My goodness, that's cherry on top of the anger-cake. And then, I forgave you because you asked for forgiveness and you said you understand that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like you asking me for money or borrowing money from me and will not do it again. BUT you did. I know you lost your job and I know you are in need financially but I told you I'm with you except for the financial thing and then you go ahead and asked me to lend you money so you can pay your utility bill and walk all your job applications. I'm not your mom to give you money to spend. I said no and you went off with me being selfish again and not helping you in time of need and that you're mad at me for being like that with you. I quote you with "Ikaw pa ang ayaw makipag usap, ndi m na nga ako pnahiram at ikw pa ang ganyan! wag m isumbat sa akin ang pgbukas m ng email k at pag pass ng resume k! Ang tbay m! Ngyn na mas kailangan kta pero anung gnagawa m sa akin ngyn?! U think may kwenta kang gf? sana wag m gawin sa ibang lalaki ang gnawa m sa akin! wel thank u huh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:F@#king"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;F@#king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt; hell is this! Now it's my fault? This is the cherry on top of the cherry on top of the anger-cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in the middle of a financial crisis and job crisis. I just paid of my CC bill, where I charged most of the expenses that I incurred with you and of course my whole trip there and I'm now coin-bank empty, with just enough for the rest of the month till the next pay comes. That's more than 2 months of pay, 72k worth, that I had to save and use to pay it off. I also have rent and utilities to pay and I have not yet included it there yet! I also got the job crisis 2 days before you did and you did not even try to console me about my issue and I'm all out sending you messages like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry about it and browsed through a lot of sites applying for you. Do you even know how tedious it is to fill up websites after websites with your information and work history? 呸!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now tell me, is this worth it? Am I really at fault there? Is it really my loss?.... I DON'T THINK SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝你好运! 你去死把!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2079747087246056292?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2079747087246056292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2079747087246056292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2079747087246056292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2079747087246056292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-i-worth-it.html' title='Am I worth it?'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3048645217663626813</id><published>2007-08-30T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:58:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gutted and left to die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Gutted, yes, that's the term my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt; used when he heard the news, and left to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I feel the same way too. Not only that, I feel like I was gutted and left in the middle of no where to rot and die... Such a painful death. Yeah, sweet revenge as some people may think and I guess I deserve some of it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah only some. Correct, some. You know why, its because I was not given enough time to realize why I deserve that treatment. I know its not your nature as "Chinese" people to say what you really feel and you want others to figure out a way to satisfy what you really want, but hey, give me a break. I'm not your normal "Chinese" person. I'm only Chinese because of my race and my blood and heritage but I'm not brought up to be Chinese from Mainland. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was truly foreign so I can be forgiven but No... I have to be Chinese and hey... I hate China because of that... I hate being part of this race... I wish I was American or European... I fit better with their lifestyle and their professionalism and their emotional connection to society and culture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so unfair. I feel unfairly treated and unfairly judged and unfairly given a judgement and a sentence. God, why is life unfair? Why is life cruel? Why is this happening to me... I was not even given a chance to defend myself and Boom, here you go, move aside. This just shattered my confidence more and shattered my ego... This shattered me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I want to curl up and die. I just want to hail a taxi cab and call out to the driver "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dapitan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;" and quietly get into my house and climb into my parent's bed and curl up in infantile position and stay there for the rest of my life. I just want to go home. I want to go home so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person who's inheriting the throne, I wish you good luck and bid you all the best because for one, I hope you make it because I want to see the team happy and successful. But I secretly hope you fail because I want to prove to the Almighty One that, one, it's not me its them, and two, its unfair not to give me a chance to prove myself because he did not let me realize my mistake and correct me in time. It's half my fault and half his fault too. It's not all mine because on my part, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt; and on his part, it's his duty as my superior to point out that mistake to me to correct it. So there. I've said my piece. I bid you all good bye and good luck... good riddance to you all.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3048645217663626813?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3048645217663626813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3048645217663626813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3048645217663626813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3048645217663626813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/08/gutted-and-left-to-die.html' title='Gutted and left to die'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1341196573369122704</id><published>2007-08-19T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T04:47:51.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone and Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Its been a month since I've been gone for a 2 and 1/2 week holiday, a total of 19 days. It did not seem like a holiday for me. I was so out of myself before I left and now, I feel like I'm worst. It wasn't a restful holiday. I was physically stressed with work and now that I've gone and came back, I'm more stressed with additional emotional baggage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;One, work was dropped the instant I left and I did not even think about work when I went home. I just logged in to download my mails and that's it. Still, issues with work requiring me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;login&lt;/span&gt; and do some work was a hassle. I was even falling asleep in front of my laptop trying to do some work. Literally dropped my head and bumped it on the table being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Two, I did not get enough sleep due to my body adjusting to morning schedule... I wake up early, like 5am and sleep at 2am... Gosh, that's like 4 hrs sleep a day... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Three, I wanted to go to the beach but was not able to. Shucks... I really wanted to... Next time I go home, I don't care if anyone goes with me or not, I'm booking my trip to the beach alone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt; or not, whatever, as long as it's the beach. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Four, time was too short to spend quality time with the people I left at home. I mean, I never got to watch Harry Potter with my sister. We did not go out that much together and I miss her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much. Time spent with friends are too little too. Like dinner here and dinner there. Yeah, he's right, I should make them all gather together at one place. And because they are my friends and I'm only there for so little time, they will make time for me to meet me and get together at the time I specified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Five, I never dreamed I will go home and have an affair. I mean, its not an affair but I still never expected to go out on dates so many times. I mean, I went out 6 times in 2 weeks for dates. We went to so many malls... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... Yeah, you heard it right... I went out on so many dates with my suitor... Yeah, he's the only one. Oh and my parents have not yet met him and yeah, my cousins, well some of them, have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Six, I spent so much when I was home. I spent more than 60k in 2 weeks. WOW. That's more than a lifetime I can earn... yeah, I'm exaggerating but still. 60k is a lot. Well, actually, it's cheap because I only spent half of it for myself and dinners with friends and bought some clothes... but the other half was to buy the ticket to come back here. Its a cheap ticket, but still, it's a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Seven, time was limited.... that's all I can say... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BITIN&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1341196573369122704?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1341196573369122704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1341196573369122704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1341196573369122704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1341196573369122704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/08/gone-and-back.html' title='Gone and Back...'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-8074163120385538326</id><published>2007-07-15T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:32:44.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is cruel - It bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Life is cruel, definitely cruel.... and man, I tell you, it bites. PAINFULLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;UNFAIR. That's all I have to say. UNFAIR..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don't even know you that well yet. What, just 5 days of 5-10 minute phone conversations? Does that suffice? Does that make me know you well enough to say, yeah, I know what you will think of next. I know that this will not affect our relationship. It's as solid as a rock. Don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Another thing, what makes you think that you have all the right to be crappy and moody just because it's your nature to be. AND at the same time, I (emphasis on the I) have to accept it and live with that fact. What about me? Are you willing to accept the fact that this is a two way street? That its my nature not to care about it and be very angry and crappy about it too? I do not give in all the time. I hate giving in and being the one coaxing someone else. I hate feeling that guilty feeling that you always make me feel. That's not a good start to a good relationship. I can not live with feeling guilty all my life. What about my personality? I talk frank and painful. I am tactless and curt. What do you say about that? Can't accept it? Too painful? This is stupid AND you talk about wanting me to be with you the rest of your life. Screw you, you must be mad or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Also, what's with the no courtship thing and that you have been through that and are done with it. OK, I understand and I believe you and know that you do not want to play around with it anymore. You're over it. I can feel it through the way you said it. BUT, what about me? I've never had that. I've never been through that. SO, isn't it unfair for me? I want to go through all that. I believe that courtship is a way to get to know someone. Not simply date or movie or something. It's the investment of time to get to know someone... whether you will like them for life or not. This is a time to be true, not to pursue and conquer someone with blinding them from the truth just because you want them to say yes to you. You say, courtship does not show you what that person really is when you are already together because they are just trying to show you their best side just to get you. Then show me who you really are through courtship. I don't even know you that well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Also, about knowing me and getting to know me. I am a selfish person. You say you are not selfish but you know what, you are too. Just look at our situation right now. Isn't this being selfish? You do not want to give time to get to know me and immediately tell me that I look down at you and your capability when in truth, that's not what I meant. I, because I am selfish, did say those things, but in MY defense, not yours. I was thinking of myself that's why it came out that way. AND you tell me you want to live with me for the rest of your life??? You tell me that I am the one? DUH?? If you feel hurt because I said that, and because you do not know me that well yet, how can you say that you want me to be the one??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;One more thing. The BOMB... I think it is the wrong time to drop the bomb. I also think it is the wrong time to ask what the effect of the bomb is and what I will do about it, immediately after you dropped it. You need to give me time to let the bomb sink and and look around at the after effects and take in the shock. Then give me time to consider everything else before you ask me the question. There was no time to think about the bomb and its after effects. No recovery time. What is this? Terrorism? Are you trying to terrorize me? Then, you know what, screw it. You already dropped your bomb, made your impact and destroyed whatever small foundation that was even there. So now, please don't ask me whether there's still chance for it in the future. You do not drop a bomb on a very delicate baby and expect it to live. I will definitely die. You should have waited for it to grow up a little and be strong enough to take the hit before you drop the bomb. The baby will suffer and maybe die BUT you'll never know how strong the baby was until you drop it and see the result. Still you need to give the baby time to react, respond and recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Last, but definitely not the least. You are asking me to consider your offer to be with me for the rest of my life. You want me to tell you I will accept you and want you to be with me for the rest of my life because you want me to be in yours. This is a serious decision. This is no joke. I know you understand that and I know you understand that I understand that too. Also, both of us do not want to play around with this decision. BUT MAN!!! Give me a break. You are asking for this decision in a split-second-decision-making-impulse. This is CRAZY. How can I just say yes to it in a blink of an eye. It's not like we already know each other for so long and you are asking me to marry you. If that was the case, I would not even hesitate to think about the answer. BUT it's NOT. It's TOTALLY NOT like that. So how can you say that this is fair for me? You did not even give me a chance to think about it and consider everything else. You'll never know that I (emphasis on the I) might even consider it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But, too bad... This is it... This is the last bit of it... Thank you for making me realize that I'm so immature and not yet ready for a relationship. I already know that. Thank you for pushing it in my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-8074163120385538326?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8074163120385538326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=8074163120385538326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8074163120385538326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8074163120385538326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-cruel-it-bites.html' title='Life is cruel - It bites'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-3842154262509738800</id><published>2007-07-02T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T11:11:12.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Counting down to vacation.... I dont really feel like I'm going on a vacation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I dont know why... I'm just not as excited as I was before.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm packing my luggage and I dont know what to pack...... I'm not yet done with my pasalubong shopping... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-3842154262509738800?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3842154262509738800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=3842154262509738800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3842154262509738800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/3842154262509738800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/07/17-days-to-go.html' title='17 days to go'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-8295262297896094628</id><published>2007-06-28T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T11:09:29.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In love with the Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm in love with the idea of being in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm in love with the idea of being in love with a particular person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm in love with the idea of being in love with the idea of being in love with a particular person....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm in love with the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-8295262297896094628?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8295262297896094628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=8295262297896094628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8295262297896094628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/8295262297896094628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-love-with-idea.html' title='In love with the Idea'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1058005968022576175</id><published>2007-06-13T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:16:36.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>usted rompió mi corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rm97sKJ-ksI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w8BIugtBWX8/s1600-h/heartbreaking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075411303640502978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rm97sKJ-ksI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w8BIugtBWX8/s400/heartbreaking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1058005968022576175?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1058005968022576175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1058005968022576175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1058005968022576175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1058005968022576175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-broke-my-heart.html' title='usted rompió mi corazón'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rm97sKJ-ksI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w8BIugtBWX8/s72-c/heartbreaking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1433169609302293546</id><published>2007-06-10T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:02:48.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love on the Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I talked to my friend about the new friends that I have made and the surrealness of the situation and she asked me to look for this song title and listen to its song intently because it fits my situation. Little did I know that this will happen the day after I listened to the song. I seriously hope this is not it, as in final, IT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Please appear and properly say goodbye if you really want to leave. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;LOVE on the INTERNET by Rex Hermogino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(congratulations Rex for winning the Yahoo Video awards!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;she signs on swf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;living downtown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;with a pet and a room mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;she's looking to chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i reply i'd like to get to know you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;wanna chat over coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;we go on a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;it was love at first chat online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm cryin&lt;br /&gt;coz i've fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;thought we had something going on&lt;br /&gt;it was just a one night stand so i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;cryin coz i'm hurtin&lt;br /&gt;its what you did&lt;br /&gt;now it is something i regret&lt;br /&gt;trying to find love on the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she logs on i started to chat with her&lt;br /&gt;try to find the truth&lt;br /&gt;get some answers&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt respond&lt;br /&gt;i read through her profile&lt;br /&gt;there it says nsa&lt;br /&gt;and you know what that meant&lt;br /&gt;no strings attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you believe i was so blind&lt;br /&gt;before our one date she went bare online &lt;em&gt;(i'm not really sure if I got this line right)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm cryin&lt;br /&gt;coz i've fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;thought we had something going on&lt;br /&gt;it was just a one night stand so i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;cryin coz i'm hurtin&lt;br /&gt;its what you did&lt;br /&gt;now it is something i regret&lt;br /&gt;trying to find love on the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned a lot from the first time&lt;br /&gt;i'll be careful when my heart is on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm cryin&lt;br /&gt;coz i've fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;thought we had something going on&lt;br /&gt;it was just a one night stand so i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;cryin coz i'm hurtin&lt;br /&gt;its what you did&lt;br /&gt;now it is something i regret&lt;br /&gt;trying to find love on the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cryin&lt;br /&gt;coz i've fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;thought we had something going on&lt;br /&gt;it was just a one night stand so i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;cryin coz i'm hurtin&lt;br /&gt;its what you did&lt;br /&gt;now it is something i regret&lt;br /&gt;trying to find love on the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1433169609302293546?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1433169609302293546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1433169609302293546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1433169609302293546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1433169609302293546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-on-internet.html' title='Love on the Internet'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-6241736494783159137</id><published>2007-06-01T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:16:36.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Body Keeps Changing My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My Body keeps Changing my Mind by Karen Carpenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070820522340462194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rl8sZhHdLnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yhrKJqio--I/s320/disco20.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You, you're driving me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You're making me fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;In love with you baby, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm losing control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I don't wanna let go yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Till you want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You, you're all that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You're all that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And I'd sure love to love you, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I gotta go slow keep it under control now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Till you want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But my body keeps changing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(body, moving, my mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Keeps changing my heart when we're dancing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My body says love you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(body, love you, tonight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;to drive me out of my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;when we're dancing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well I know it wouldn't be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Baby, wouldn't be right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;To say take me home tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(To take me, take me tonight my love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But when we get to dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When I see you dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When it comes to dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My body keeps changing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You, it's you in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's you on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And you just can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I should give it some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And wait for the right sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;that you want me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cause my body keeps changing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(body, moving, my mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Keeps changing my heart when we're dancing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My body says love you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(body, love you, tonight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;to drive me out of my mind when we're dancing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well I know it wouldn't be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Baby, wouldn't be right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;To say take me home tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(To take me,take me tonight my love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But when we get to dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When I see you dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When it comes to dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And we fly together across the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My heart's crying out for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;cause I just can't resist you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well I know it wouldn't be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Baby, wouldn't be right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;To say take me home tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(To take me, take me tonight my love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But when we get to dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(When it gets to love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When I see you dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(I feel so good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When we get to dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My body keeps changing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(body, moving, my mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Keeps changing my heart when we're dancing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(You know it's so clear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My body says love you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(body, love you, tonight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;to drive me out of my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Cause you're the one who takes me there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;when we're dancing &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/8371783-6241736494783159137?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6241736494783159137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=6241736494783159137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6241736494783159137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/6241736494783159137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-body-keeps-changing-my-mind.html' title='My Body Keeps Changing My Mind'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWbSOtvy3v8/Rl8sZhHdLnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yhrKJqio--I/s72-c/disco20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1391449613682136536</id><published>2007-05-31T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T01:17:46.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I hate decisions. I hate making them and preparing to make them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I hate subjective communications. I hate making them and preparing to make them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Why can't objective reasoning be one way to communicate what you want people to think of? Why is it that people can't be professional enough in life and at work so everyone can be working on the same page and at the same time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;DUH?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1391449613682136536?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1391449613682136536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1391449613682136536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1391449613682136536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1391449613682136536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/05/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-4719691559289801696</id><published>2007-05-27T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:01:07.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Wondered?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've been wondering, well, actually, I've been reading the logs again and again. The logs that I have with email b/f and chat b/f.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think I am falling for you and its killing me. I can't stop thinking about you." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then I wondered... Why is it that I can seduce these guys and make them fall deeply in love with me by just emailing and chatting with me for a few days? And YET, not be able to physically get a date and get rejected even before seeing me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What's with these guys? Or better yet, what's with me? Is there something wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll only know the answer to that when I can convince both of them to come and visit me or meet me halfway. Then we'll know what's with the cyber seduction and physical attraction difference. And not only that, if it will be worth it to continue because you already fell in love with the person even before seeing them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;This will be some bedtime story... Wait for me to publish my autobiography :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-4719691559289801696?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4719691559289801696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=4719691559289801696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4719691559289801696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/4719691559289801696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/05/ever-wondered.html' title='Ever Wondered?'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-7685574711309549699</id><published>2007-05-26T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:54:00.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the LOVE fits, wear IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;by LESLIE PEARL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're not sure about love&lt;br /&gt;If this thing we got together is real&lt;br /&gt;But I say what are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;You're a man now and you know how to feel&lt;br /&gt;Look to your heart&lt;br /&gt;And the answer will be&lt;br /&gt;Such a very simple thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the love fits wear it, baby&lt;br /&gt;And if it feels good, put it on&lt;br /&gt;And if it's not right then just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You'd be better off to leave it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the love fits wear it baby&lt;br /&gt;And if it feels good, put it on&lt;br /&gt;And if it looks right then just maybe&lt;br /&gt;This love we have is where you belong&lt;br /&gt;(This love we have is where you belong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you've got nothin' to lose&lt;br /&gt;You can try it on and see if it suits you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, if it's not right for you&lt;br /&gt;You can turn and walk away if you choose to&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay 'Cause you feel good to me&lt;br /&gt;But I'll leave it up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the love fits wear it, baby&lt;br /&gt;And if it feels good, put it on&lt;br /&gt;And if it's not right then just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You'd be better off to leave it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the love fits wear it baby&lt;br /&gt;And if it feels good, put it on&lt;br /&gt;And if it looks right then just maybe&lt;br /&gt;This love we have is where you belong&lt;br /&gt;(This love we have is where you belong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold you for I love you a lot&lt;br /&gt;And try to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;We got a good thing and it fits us so tight&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do? It's up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the love fits wear it, baby&lt;br /&gt;And if it feels good, put it on&lt;br /&gt;And if it's not right then just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You'd be better off to leave it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the love fits wear it baby&lt;br /&gt;And if it feels good, put it on&lt;br /&gt;And if it looks right then just maybe&lt;br /&gt;This love we have is where you belong&lt;br /&gt;(This love we have is where you belong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-7685574711309549699?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7685574711309549699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=7685574711309549699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7685574711309549699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/7685574711309549699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-love-fits-wear-it.html' title='If the LOVE fits, wear IT'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-2820165371717449132</id><published>2007-05-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:05:31.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here I go again with coincidences. I just feel so weird now and I just have to write it down or else I will go crazy thinking about the possibility that it may actually be a reality. I mean, we are in the real world right now and it is a reality but it feels so surreal. You know what I mean? It's like I'm gliding and cruising through this world under cruise control. &lt;em&gt;(I learned that word from my email b/f. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, yes, self-appointed email b/f. He offered and he kept it at that.... I don't mind. And by the way, this is another person we're talking about.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ever wonder how other people or couple who have met through the Internet, met in real life and became a couple? I mean, I have a couple in my team and would not have believed that this can be possible if I did not hear it straight from the horse's mouth. I mean, the guy himself told me the story &lt;em&gt;(he came to China to teach English and at the same time meet this girl he chatted with online and the first time he saw the girl he said to himself "I'm not leaving this place without her or letting her get away.")&lt;/em&gt; and I believe him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am a, dead-set, romantic and I seriously fall for these stories every time and all the time and WISH that I was in the same situation. I mean, how wonderful can that be? Meeting over a chat room, by chance, chatting with each other, then getting to know each other and having deep conversations and all of that. Then one thing leads to another, chatting over the phone and planning to meet half way or even all the way or something... then.... Then falling in love and upon meeting each other, do not want to let the other go and marrying each other to be together for life. I mean, that is the story of a life time. And THAT, actually happening in real life seems so surreal, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But, what IF it really is happening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I mean, would it be possible to get to know someone deeply with just a few days of chatting with each other? I mean, seriously just a few days. Literally a few days. It just felt so comfortable chatting with him. No holds bar. Sharing stuff that we both think are important to us. Sharing our point of views with each other and realizing that we are on the same page or wavelength. How cool is that? How coincidental is that? How surreal and movie-like is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My friend, Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amadiro&lt;/span&gt;, asked me to watch this movie, Before Sunrise and Before Sunset. With watching that movie, I mean, I'm sold to the idea. No, wrong, even before watching the movie, I was already sold to the idea of this happening and Now that I have a glimpse of it happening, why not? I'm totally sold. &lt;em&gt;How much for this surreal dream to be a reality?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So what can this be? Will this be a beginning of a reality? I know that I need to slow it down and keep my feet on the ground but this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; high above the clouds and on top of the world. I can't help flying up like the kite and just letting go of everything and follow the flow. Too many coincidences... What are the chances? huh? Tell me. What are the chances? Is there really a possibility? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-2820165371717449132?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2820165371717449132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=2820165371717449132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2820165371717449132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/2820165371717449132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/05/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371783.post-1465836648720343203</id><published>2007-05-22T07:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T08:04:52.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've never heard of Yahoo Chat until my friend, Ron, has graciously told me about it. He said its like IRC chat except its through Yahoo messenger. Ok, so I went for it. Chatted up through the chat rooms and whalaa.... lots of junk and spam... yuck.... porn adverts and exhibitionists and porn addicts.... people are only interested in showing themselves and jerking off while watching other people's web cam while jerking off also. That is seriously so sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Even the rooms for Cancer Chat and Christian Chat are filled with those perverts and lunatics. Is life really that lonely for you to want to jerk off like that... Gross..... Ewww... What has this day and age come off of? I mean, are there nobody who would want to chat, just to chat? To talk about life, and sickness and try to support each other? My goodness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Incidentally, I chatted up with someone who is not a lunatic like those out there are... Seems like a real gentleman. We'll see where this goes... But for those others out there, you guys are SICK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371783-1465836648720343203?l=chinapolarbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1465836648720343203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371783&amp;postID=1465836648720343203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1465836648720343203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371783/posts/default/1465836648720343203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com/2007/05/chat-frenzy.html' title='Chat frenzy'/><author><name>ChinaPolarBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660418437355768024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c7/chinapolarbear/bleh2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
