<?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-12256696</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:36:19.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capricious Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>The meaning of Capricious is :- 
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Why?... I also wish to know... is it that time is not right yet, or is there something wrong with... you/me?... seems like I'm hurt, is it high expectation leading to disappointment, am I living in a fantasy world? If I am, please let me continue dreaming, dun wake me up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-6179462830369046610?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6179462830369046610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=6179462830369046610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/6179462830369046610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/6179462830369046610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-complete-failure-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-1199723409983585734</id><published>2009-08-11T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:05:18.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you say after a gap of 2 years and 3 months???&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. as I look back, much has happened during these 2 years, I've grown and seen many things, and am proud to say I emerge more matured and experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-1199723409983585734?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1199723409983585734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=1199723409983585734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/1199723409983585734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/1199723409983585734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-say-after-gap-of-2-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-8630533099689033261</id><published>2007-04-23T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:26:34.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Happening</title><content type='html'>Latest Happening is this new addition to our 'garage'.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's car, my dad's choice, my sis's graphics,&lt;br /&gt;My Weekend Drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWqlDsc583U/RiyItrMIx8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W3EZwA73BS0/s1600-h/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWqlDsc583U/RiyItrMIx8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W3EZwA73BS0/s320/car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056566799899346882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove out for the past 2 days, really nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun that I dun feel like working today,&lt;br /&gt;hence I'm writing this blog now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-8630533099689033261?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8630533099689033261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=8630533099689033261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/8630533099689033261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/8630533099689033261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2007/04/latest-happening.html' title='Latest Happening'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NWqlDsc583U/RiyItrMIx8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W3EZwA73BS0/s72-c/car2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-117013025114913406</id><published>2007-01-30T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:46:02.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/530820/MG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/500555/MG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished watching the Korean drama My Girl. Its a light-hearted romance comedy about a pretty girl who likes to lie meeting a handsome rich man, and how they cooperated to create a white lie to save his dying grandfather, and eventually falling in love with each other. Sounds typical but its not. Really! Two thumbs up! This is definitely the best K-drama to date and  I recommend it to any romance comedy aficionado! I heard that this show beat Goong in the viewership in Korea. No offence to all Goong fans, but this show is really worth watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/757013/goong-MG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/790756/goong-MG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-117013025114913406?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/117013025114913406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=117013025114913406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/117013025114913406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/117013025114913406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116919417326088742</id><published>2007-01-19T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:09:33.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead babies jokes</title><content type='html'>Q1: What's red and white and bubbles all over?&lt;br /&gt;Q2: What's red, bubbly, and scratches at the window?&lt;br /&gt;Q3. What is brown and taps on a window?&lt;br /&gt;Q4: What's pink and red and bangs on the window ?&lt;br /&gt;Q5: What is black and bubbly and taps on glass?&lt;br /&gt;A: A baby in the microwave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116919417326088742?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116919417326088742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116919417326088742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116919417326088742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116919417326088742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2007/01/dead-babies-jokes.html' title='Dead babies jokes'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116884372912096909</id><published>2007-01-15T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:48:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Based on a......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/941621/qiang%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/689817/qiang%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/858547/sawII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/46501/sawII.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie adaptation, done on insects as it is on humans.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116884372912096909?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116884372912096909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116884372912096909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116884372912096909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116884372912096909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2007/01/based-on.html' title='Based on a......'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116884048154637559</id><published>2007-01-15T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:54:41.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Qiang-Ge the movie star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/299382/qiang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/23328/qiang.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result of Ouxiang Jason's contribution, great direction and cinematography!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116884048154637559?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116884048154637559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116884048154637559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116884048154637559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116884048154637559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2007/01/ah-qiang-ge-movie-star.html' title='Ah Qiang-Ge the movie star'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116883839028881117</id><published>2007-01-15T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:19:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Qiang-Ge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/308839/qiang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/915836/qiang.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague killed this creature and taped it to a piece of paper. Good to scare ppl with. Anyone wants to borrow, pls arrange with me, and pls return in 1 piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116883839028881117?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116883839028881117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116883839028881117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116883839028881117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116883839028881117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2007/01/ah-qiang-ge.html' title='Ah Qiang-Ge'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116826133003966914</id><published>2007-01-08T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:53:00.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Villian</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Mystique&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mystique&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=80&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 80%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Magneto&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=80&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 80%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dr. Doom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=79&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 79%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Apocalypse&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=77&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 77%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Goblin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=76&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 76%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Lex Luthor&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=76&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 76%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Poison Ivy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=72&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 72%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Joker&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=69&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 69%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dark Phoenix&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=66&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 66%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=61&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 61%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Juggernaut&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Venom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Riddler&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=57&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 57%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Kingpin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=57&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 57%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mr. Freeze&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=54&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 54%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Two-Face&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=48&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 48%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD WIDTH="250"&gt;Sometimes motherly, sometimes a beautiful companion, but most of the time a deceiving vixen.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/pics/mystique.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Super Villain are you?" quiz...&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116826133003966914?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116826133003966914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116826133003966914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116826133003966914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116826133003966914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2007/01/villian.html' title='The Villian'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116826107364751899</id><published>2007-01-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:53:24.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Superhero</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=80&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 80%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=75&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 75%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Flash&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=70&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 70%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Hulk&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=65&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 65%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Robin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=62&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 62%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=55&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 55%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Supergirl&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=55&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 55%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Superman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=55&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 55%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=55&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 55%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Iron Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=55&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 55%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Batman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=45&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 45%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Hot-headed.  You have strong &lt;BR&gt;will power and a good imagination.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/lantern2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116826107364751899?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116826107364751899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116826107364751899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116826107364751899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116826107364751899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2007/01/superhero.html' title='The Superhero'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116825253469860288</id><published>2007-01-08T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:27:55.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Gifts received</title><content type='html'>I thank the Lord for the gifts that was given me for my birthday 4th January. The inventory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 1 book - Anointed for Business + An awful-sounding birthday card that I cherish&lt;br /&gt;2) 1 book - Velvet Elvis + A very beautiful pinkish charming chain&lt;br /&gt;3) An Ipod Nano 4GB&lt;br /&gt;4) A home-made birthday cake - cheesecake with kiwi, mouth-watering!&lt;br /&gt;5) A necklace that makes me look like Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;6) A Swarovski necklace given by my 'good neighbour'&lt;br /&gt;7) A pair of porcelain Angels to surround me in my environment&lt;br /&gt;8) A word - prophesy, verse, encouragement etc - from each and everyone of Ang Mo Kio cell&lt;br /&gt;9) A Creative Zen Stik-On skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to praise the Lord with thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Bless and you will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm gonna add Ouxiang Jason's birthday cake drawing into the list, Thanks CEO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/197803/PC140078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/458595/PC140078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/741325/PC140084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/904314/PC140084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/270892/PC140088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/635279/PC140088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/825691/PC140079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/837880/PC140079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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2006'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116645904898385604</id><published>2006-12-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:39:02.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Love</title><content type='html'>Just came back from our annual church camp on Fri 15/12. This year's theme is the &lt;strong&gt;Power of Love&lt;/strong&gt;. Indeed, we had learnt alot on the subject of love, such as God's &lt;strong&gt;agape&lt;/strong&gt; love for us. The thing that hits me is that we discovered why and how He love us, and what happens after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than God's love, there's also the love for each other, because there's the game of Angels and Mortals, whereby each person is an Angel to someone and a Mortal to another at the same time. The idea is to show &lt;strong&gt;love in action&lt;/strong&gt; to your mortal, without him/her knowing you're his/her Angel. I realised I do not know how to love someone :-P I did nothing for my mortal~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun, we played bridge at night, and earned &lt;strong&gt;crows&lt;/strong&gt; for talking crap. Its a great time for fellowship, we got to know each other much better after this camp, and we also tried to show 'love' for each other haha~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/770560/PC120055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/649725/PC120055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/442854/PC130068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/97949/PC130068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/400731/PC120058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/662298/PC120058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/239737/PC120049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/635898/PC120049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/469153/PC120052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/285394/PC120052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116645904898385604?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116645904898385604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116645904898385604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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someone else&lt;br /&gt;It's not because I like his company.&lt;br /&gt;Its because you're not brave enough to walk beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear me talking about him all the time&lt;br /&gt;Its not because he pleases me&lt;br /&gt;Its because you're too deaf to hear my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel me falling with someone new&lt;br /&gt;Its not because I love him&lt;br /&gt;Because you're not there to catch me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lost, I too am nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I too don't know where the road is going&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna cross each other's path&lt;br /&gt;Or just completely turn around?&lt;br /&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the place where love is bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me walk with him&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to walk with&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me talk of him&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to talk with&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall for him&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--HOW THE GUY REPLY--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't brave enough to walk beside you,&lt;br /&gt;I was behind you every step of the way&lt;br /&gt;Still filled with awe because of the beauty that stands before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I was too deaf to hear your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to assume anything&lt;br /&gt;And I was afraid to lose our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't there to catch you&lt;br /&gt;It was because you never gave me the chance&lt;br /&gt;You never reached the bottom, you've already grabbed a branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you are nowhere, I too am lost&lt;br /&gt;I too don't know where the road is going&lt;br /&gt;Are we just going to turn around,&lt;br /&gt;Or are we gonna cross each other's path?&lt;br /&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the place where love is bound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk by your side&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me talk of something else&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to talk with&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall for someone else&lt;br /&gt;It's you I want to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to talk to you...&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to you...&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to hold you...&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you...&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to love you...&lt;br /&gt;Now that I love you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to lose you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous Email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even if both have the love for each other, it doesnt mean they will be together. It takes alot of courage to fall in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116636837089764442?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116636837089764442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116636837089764442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116636837089764442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116636837089764442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2006/12/man-vs-woman_17.html' title='Man vs Woman'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116521020977310838</id><published>2006-12-04T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:46:37.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~Haizzz~~</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, some friends C, V &amp;amp; Y came to my house for a game of mahjong, and we had this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: i know your chinese name is - - - .&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh how do you know? I havent told you about it. (I don't go round telling ppl my chinese name, nothing secret, just a preference)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who told u? (I knew it was V, can only be her)&lt;br /&gt;C: Not surprising to know ur name mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while V kept quiet.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I told my colleague that i will be on leave from 12th to 15th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;My colleague: Oh i know, you're going to JB right? V told me on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Shiiiiiiiiiit........~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its not a secret or what, but may I have the honour of handling my own affairs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116521020977310838?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116521020977310838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116521020977310838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116521020977310838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116521020977310838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2006/12/haizzz.html' title='~~Haizzz~~'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116462258183403345</id><published>2006-11-27T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:16:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/1600/304038/FORGIVEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7307/1029/320/92181/FORGIVEN.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture says a thousand words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116462258183403345?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116462258183403345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116462258183403345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116462258183403345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116462258183403345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2006/11/forgiven.html' title='Forgiven'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116444261978799977</id><published>2006-11-25T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:16:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaters, Liars and Jokers</title><content type='html'>I just received a call from those time-share marketing ppl, here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Hi this is Eunice, may I speak to Juvena pleeeeeaaaaaasssseeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes speaking, sorry you're calling from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Lifestyle Marketing (the company name already put me off). Just like to ask, Do you remember filling up forms at shopping centres, supermarkets and departmental stores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I dun remember (obviously its a convenient excuse....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Well, we're now giving away gifts like ..... etc (i really cant remember the gifts), and you're one of the 20 who're selected to receive this gift. Would you like to come down to our office at Delfi Orchard to receive your gift after your work tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh sorry I cant meet you after work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Oh you cant? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cos tmr I'm not working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Huh you're not working tmr? Wow! (so pretentious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah cos its a Sunday tmr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Silence---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Ok, so I'll see you tomorrow at 2pm at Delfi Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I cant, I wont be in Singapore tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Ok, then I will call you when you're back, when are you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'll be going away for 2 years(this is a lie :&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Ok can, I'll call u back in 2 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its ok lah, I dun think I want to receive your call in 2 yrs time also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: (Getting agitated) Why? I can still call u then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 2 yrs leh, I'll be gone for 2 yrs leh! I still dun wan you to call me by then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: Dun lie ok, I know its a lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And she hang up the phone......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny what these ppl say, you know they're lying also, so why cant I? If you can cheat ppl off their money, you cant live with a small joke? If they can say things like: you're one of the 20 being selected for their so-called "GRAND PRIZE", then I cant go overseas for 2 yrs? This is ridiculous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116444261978799977?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116444261978799977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116444261978799977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116444261978799977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116444261978799977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheaters-liars-and-jokers.html' title='Cheaters, Liars and Jokers'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116434661050326429</id><published>2006-11-24T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:36:50.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful of false prophets</title><content type='html'>Yesterday there's an Indian Singh fortune teller who want to cheat me of my money!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;He came into my shop holding a card with a picture of Kuanyin and say he can do fortune telling for ppl!?! Crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he start by saying nice things about me, 'prophesying' that next year I will have alot of luck and fortune and will start travelling. And he want to move in by asking me for a piece of paper... hmmm see how smoothly these ppl operate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think nowadays there's really alot of false prophets around us, psychics, fortune tellers, occultist, etc... the source of their knowledge does not come from God but the principalities of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not to say that ALL that they predict is false. Even Satan knows that our future will be bright with the Lord, so he send these servants out to the world to destroy the faith... so friends, the next time you come across such characters, do not put your trust in them. Whose report shall you believe? I shall believe the report of the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116434661050326429?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116434661050326429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116434661050326429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116434661050326429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116434661050326429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-careful-of-false-prophets.html' title='Be careful of false prophets'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116322062821826707</id><published>2006-11-11T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:50:28.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qu'est-ce que j'aime?</title><content type='html'>J'ai besoin d'une vacance, j'espere voyager autour du monde, je veux de l'argent!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116322062821826707?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116322062821826707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116322062821826707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116322062821826707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116322062821826707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2006/11/quest-ce-que-jaime.html' title='Qu&apos;est-ce que j&apos;aime?'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116306852778199398</id><published>2006-11-09T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:35:27.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new hairdo</title><content type='html'>I love my new hairdo, didnt intend to go for a haircut on sunday, just thought I dun wanna go home so early, so I went along with my friends who're going to Bugis. This friend said he wanted to go for a haircut, and wanted to go back to the stylist who gave him a very nice cut. In my mind I was thinking when did he ever have a nice haircut before? Always looked like he had a bad hair day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stylist suggested chopping off my long hair to above shoulder! :P My God, I havent had short hair for 5 yrs!!!! But as it turned out, he was good at his job. And I had a nicer haircut than my friend hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the things that you don't expect will turn out better than if you expect.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116306852778199398?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116306852778199398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116306852778199398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116306852778199398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116306852778199398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-new-hairdo.html' title='My new hairdo'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-116306761080239268</id><published>2006-11-09T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:20:10.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need INSPIRATION</title><content type='html'>I need inspiration, I need inspiration, I need inspiration, if not nothing gets done! I'm stuck in the middle of designer's block and knowing what not to do. Haiyah... I need a break~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-116306761080239268?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/116306761080239268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=116306761080239268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116306761080239268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/116306761080239268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-need-inspiration_116306761080239268.html' title='I need INSPIRATION'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-114995578357576373</id><published>2006-06-10T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:48:56.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power in Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I just saw my ex-boyfriend with this girl that he broke up with me for. This is the 2nd time I saw him after our break-up. I used to hate him for cheating on me and not being man enough to own up to it. I felt so hurt over this broken relationship, the commitment, the fake promises and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------  ------  ------  ------  ------  ------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We broke up a long ago, but i still carry the hurt around with me for many years. It was something I couldnt let go of, and it affected my ability to start new relationships, my ability to trust guys, and to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bumped into each other again on Xmas Day 2004. He was with this girl and looking so contented. When he saw me, he gave a cold smile. It felt like a pierce through my heart even though it was so long since we have broken up. In the middle of Orchard Road, I felt like crying. I'm not a good drinker, but I told my friend that I needed a drink, and got myself dead drunk. My father had to come pick me up, how depressing can it get. I kept crying non-stop, kept thinking why did he have to treat me so badly and treat the girl so well, to bring her out on Xmas Day and bought her flowers. He had never brought me out on any special occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were a low period in my live. I was depressed and started thinking of all the bad things that happened to me. Every tiny details in my life was viewed with pessimism and transformed into failures, heartaches, abandonment, weakness etc. Once you start, you cant stop. Negativity, depression, melancholy all snowballed into one big attempt to just die. These evil thoughts kept clinging to me and feeding me lies to end life, to stop existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until God intervened. In a terrible fierce voice, He questioned me about why I don't trust Him. He said HE WILL HEAL ME. It's because of Him that I picked myself up. My life is not my own from then on, although I didn't know this at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------  ------  ------  ------  ------  ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment until today, I can say that God has been with me and is all the while healing me, closing my wounds and giving me the ability to forgive. When I saw my ex-boyfriend just now, I knew at that moment I had already forgiven him for what he had done. Looking at his expressions, I wanted to go up and tell him I have already forgiven him, why is he still hanging on to the guilt? I wanted to tell him that I'm now free from the chains of hatred. There is Power in forgiveness and it is this Power that breaks the chains. Forgive others and forgive yourself, just as Christ has forgiven us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is possible without Him, to Him be all the praise and all the glory. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-114995578357576373?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/114995578357576373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=114995578357576373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/114995578357576373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/114995578357576373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2006/06/power-in-forgiveness.html' title='Power in Forgiveness'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-114987479969799436</id><published>2006-06-09T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T01:42:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today Johnny Depp is 43, Happy Birthday Captain Jack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-114987479969799436?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/114987479969799436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=114987479969799436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/114987479969799436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/114987479969799436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-112180075832751448</id><published>2005-07-20T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T03:29:54.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra-pretentious-cover-up</title><content type='html'>Have you ever turned to the last page of a fashion magazine and read the Fashion Do's &amp; Don'ts? and you notice those people with the 'cannot-make-it' outfit will have a black box to cover up their eyes? Duh... are we in a masquerade party? what purpose does it serve? it covers nothing!!! Does it make any difference? Does it help to make these people feel better? "Hey just to let you know we took a picture of you looking like a trashbag, but its ok, we've got you covered." I wonder if the editors watched too much "Zorro". Because seriously, if someone you know were to walk up to you with an eye mask, you will definitely know its that someone you know, you're not that stupid are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-112180075832751448?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/112180075832751448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=112180075832751448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/112180075832751448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/112180075832751448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/07/extra-pretentious-cover-up.html' title='Extra-pretentious-cover-up'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-112169226353865750</id><published>2005-07-18T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:11:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you feel?</title><content type='html'>What makes you happy? what makes you sad? why are you happy when you should be sad? why are you sad when you should be happy? what makes you feel the way you feel? what are feelings of sadness and happiness? what is sadness? what is happiness? why should we feel at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-112169226353865750?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/112169226353865750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=112169226353865750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/112169226353865750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/112169226353865750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-makes-you-feel.html' title='What makes you feel?'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111806697950949990</id><published>2005-06-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:09:39.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My newfound talent</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired out nowadays I can even sleep while standing ~~SERIOUS~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111806697950949990?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111806697950949990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111806697950949990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111806697950949990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111806697950949990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-newfound-talent.html' title='My newfound talent'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111573978941819796</id><published>2005-05-10T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:43:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang</title><content type='html'>Have to find time to figure out that picasa if not cant upload my own photos in the blog. I've got really nice photos of Redang (minus my face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Redang, sunny island set in the sea ~~~~~ Oh Redang!!! We stay in atap houses, when open the door can see the sea and the resort's private beach, so nice! The sand so fine and the water is like swimming pool water, can see fishes. And I saw NEMO!!! Everyday is eat swim eat sleep, what a life. So simple yet so enjoyable, maybe once in a while can try these kinda lifestyle for a month or 2. Outside the atap house is a tap, so we brush our teeth squatting outside and wash clothes also, so kampung, so fun ~haha~! And then at night nothing to do, cant sleep (coz got mosquitoes) so we went to sit at the beach and you know what? the sky is full of stars and we even saw the moon rising from the horizon, sounds weird but its true, the moon really came out from the sea!!!!~~~ I also went to see the Mo Mo Cha resort, a rebuilt replica coz the original was set-up just for the movie, cannot last long. But it doesnt really look the same leh, maybe coz i didnt go inside for a look. But nvm, I will go back there again! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a really bad sunburn coz I went snorkling and swimming and forgot to reapply sunblock and my suntan lotion is only SPF4 heehehe wanted to get a tan but got a burn instead. Anyway my skin is now finished with the peeling so now is nice tanned healthy skintone ~love it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111573978941819796?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111573978941819796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111573978941819796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111573978941819796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111573978941819796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/05/redang.html' title='Redang'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111436046991106538</id><published>2005-04-25T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:35:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>Can feel the Power, Presence &amp; Peace today at church. so wonderful to be able to grab a word from Him. I can sense Him shining in thru the ceiling... I dunno what to say coz mere words cant describe it, but will always remember what He said to me, for this I am eternally grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111436046991106538?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111436046991106538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111436046991106538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111436046991106538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111436046991106538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111406786010771729</id><published>2005-04-21T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:19:15.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Feel like going home to play diablo at this present moment!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111406786010771729?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111406786010771729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111406786010771729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111406786010771729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111406786010771729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/sianzzzzz.html' title='Sianzzzzz'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111402359054943366</id><published>2005-04-21T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T02:59:50.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Persistance</title><content type='html'>There I was, walking around Funan with my dad, just browsing for computers (I don't have my own PC at home), doing the price checking, not intending to get anything on the spot you know. Flitted through a few shops, looked at some pamphelets, cameras, bumped into my dad's friend... the usual stuff that happens when you're shopping... then we walked pass this shop that has a few displays of Mac laptops and so as my usual self (I'm interested in anything Apple), I just walked over to take a closer look and admire... who knows this lady staff came over and wanted to serve us and started asking if we intended to get a Mac! Why would I want to use a Mac at home? After a while I think she realise that we're just browsing. As we walked deeper into the shop, she began to 'present' some of the PC laptops... dooodadadada... what she did was amazing!!!  it wasnt really some fantastic sales technique, but she really created our interest in getting a laptop and her persistancy... wah best!!! I would've gotten a desktop PC if otherwise, but nevermind... While most sales staff would have just left us alone, she's patient enough to make recommendations and demonstrations, and not forgetting convincing my dad to part with the money (have you ever seen grown-up old men bargaining?) Aaarrrgghhh!!!!! After much ado, we finally made the decision and bought it, the last words I said to her 'I came in just looking around, and ended up buying a laptop.' The Power of Persistance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111402359054943366?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111402359054943366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111402359054943366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111402359054943366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111402359054943366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/power-of-persistance.html' title='The Power of Persistance'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111397212934898496</id><published>2005-04-20T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T12:42:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I forgot to tell Ms V~ the sequence of the photos, bear with me folks, this blog is under renovation, will get it right in place soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111397212934898496?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111397212934898496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111397212934898496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111397212934898496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111397212934898496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-think-i-forgot-to-tell-ms-v-sequence.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111392660686993321</id><published>2005-04-20T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:03:26.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Failed Audition for The Eye 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/Photo0395.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/Photo0395.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111392660686993321?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111392660686993321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111392660686993321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111392660686993321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111392660686993321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/failed-audition-for-eye-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111392658547673476</id><published>2005-04-20T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T12:37:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beautiful lake view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/Photo0247.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/Photo0247.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111392658547673476?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111392658547673476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111392658547673476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111392658547673476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111392658547673476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/beautiful-lake-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111392656248833899</id><published>2005-04-20T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:02:42.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kama Sutra Juv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/kamasutra.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/kamasutra.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111392656248833899?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111392656248833899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111392656248833899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111392656248833899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111392656248833899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/kama-sutra-juv.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111392652284633772</id><published>2005-04-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T12:38:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great Bordeaux Sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/backpack.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/backpack.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms V~&lt;br /&gt;I was in Brussels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111392652284633772?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111392652284633772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111392652284633772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111392652284633772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111392652284633772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/great-bordeaux-sale-ms-v-i-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111392645035948923</id><published>2005-04-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:00:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dog Eat Dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/dogeatdog.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/dogeatdog.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111392645035948923?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111392645035948923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111392645035948923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111392645035948923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111392645035948923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/dog-eat-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111391704559028987</id><published>2005-04-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:27:17.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capricious Ideas</title><content type='html'>This blog is not meant for much words, the reason being so is that i'm not a wordy person. I can read alot, I love to read, but I cant write, so whats the use of getting a blog? an online diary? naaahhh, not for me. So I've figured out a use for this space, it shall be a place where I post all the photos/pics that I like, a launchpad for pictures, sketches, artworks, cartoons etc... with minimum texts. Funny coz I havent got the faintest idea how to upload a picture!!! so to the one who's reading this, haha thanks alot for your help (for the time being)... Ms V~, I've got loads more pics!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111391704559028987?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111391704559028987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111391704559028987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111391704559028987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111391704559028987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/capricious-ideas.html' title='Capricious Ideas'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111384531169927350</id><published>2005-04-19T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:21:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here lies a Capricious Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/paradise.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/paradise.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, at a certain radio station in Bintan, that little island of Tropical Paradise. I went for some sea sports and did my fave jet-skiing before coming here, so you can see I'm in a good mood. ~HAHA~ Hope I'll be in a greater good mood when I go Redang end of this month ~Yippee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111384531169927350?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111384531169927350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111384531169927350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111384531169927350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111384531169927350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-lies-capricious-lady-this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111384523845521915</id><published>2005-04-19T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T01:27:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disquiet-DUDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/myprince.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/myprince.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111384523845521915?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111384523845521915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111384523845521915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111384523845521915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111384523845521915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/disquiet-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111384521242142266</id><published>2005-04-19T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:48:30.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whimsical YOYO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/bluelotus.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/2820/320/bluelotus.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why Ms V~ will call this pic the Whimsical Yo Yo???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111384521242142266?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111384521242142266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111384521242142266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111384521242142266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111384521242142266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/whimsical-yoyo-i-dunno-why-ms-v-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12256696.post-111382763690333520</id><published>2005-04-18T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:33:56.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Some IDIOT got the name Capricious already so I'm stuck with Capricious Moments!!!!!!! Who the Hell is that!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12256696-111382763690333520?l=capriciousmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/111382763690333520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12256696&amp;postID=111382763690333520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111382763690333520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12256696/posts/default/111382763690333520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capriciousmoments.blogspot.com/2005/04/damn.html' title='Damn!!!!!'/><author><name>Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10826599985846298920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
