tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20205021148636997192024-03-06T02:13:13.298+08:00Kengstatisminkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-12910491129548826442011-06-30T01:22:00.004+08:002011-06-30T02:15:26.875+08:00Discovering romance.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25VYpu0Z9wflwy6JLbGNhdPlpL66XhCeJGLRBZP2EuyhGBmBOQGIBKJK1sRWWMO-b2KFVd8rCbVO8qMWdEnk9GYYrEpsdrRuMpxQX13doBN2UyUYeZmBOj3uFlKYvmxTql3ashT23xqY/s1600/P7110156.JPG"><br /></a><br />This is a rant post.<br />I would like to file a complain on this outrageously rude guy who barged into my life rudely and made one hell of a renovation with it.<br /><br />One and a half year ago I met this obnoxious guy in a party but he wasn't friendly la cause in the end of the day I have to be the gentleman asking for his number.<br />NVM modern world the girls are a little more proactive.<br /><br />I don't know who the hell he think he is but he drive me nuts!<br />He talks to me like we have been friends for life on msn but when we actually meet he doesn't even walk beside me!<br />WALAO<br />Screening for bacteria?<br />I don't bite man.<br />NVM<br /><br />After sometime I noticed something was wrong with me.<br />I subconsciously checks out or talk about him.<br />Hell, I even do them when I'm busy.<br />I knew my mind was fooked.<br />Must have been those chocolates he gave me... It was poisoned.<br />It drove me to the wall when I started seeing him in my dreams even when I wasn't seeing him.<br /><br />I knew I had to do something about them after a while.<br />I deleted him from my msn and phone book to keep the poison spreading at its minimum.<br />I even avoided going to events that involves him around! Great plan I thought!<br />NO.<br />Apparently the poison spreads a lot faster when you avoid them!<br />Eventually I knew his poison was too powerful for me to avoid so I just prayed real hard each day that he gets another victim that he wished to fool around with.<br /><br />He didn't make it easy.<br />He gets closer everyday.<br />Taking up not only my cyberworld but even my physical time.<br />The poison he gave me was superbly powerful till the moment he grabbed my hand and popped question, I knew I couldn't say no.<br />He has successfully dominated my life.<br />Took over and made drastic changes with everything.<br />The way I see things and all my principles suddenly got his say and influence in them.<br /><br />I have completely fell for his spell.<br />To avoid being poisoned yourself, please look at the following details and avoid any man with the following descriptions.<br /><br />182cm tall, dark and madly goodlooking.<br />His eyes are the one you shouldn't look at if he is asking for something. : D<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25VYpu0Z9wflwy6JLbGNhdPlpL66XhCeJGLRBZP2EuyhGBmBOQGIBKJK1sRWWMO-b2KFVd8rCbVO8qMWdEnk9GYYrEpsdrRuMpxQX13doBN2UyUYeZmBOj3uFlKYvmxTql3ashT23xqY/s1600/P7110156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25VYpu0Z9wflwy6JLbGNhdPlpL66XhCeJGLRBZP2EuyhGBmBOQGIBKJK1sRWWMO-b2KFVd8rCbVO8qMWdEnk9GYYrEpsdrRuMpxQX13doBN2UyUYeZmBOj3uFlKYvmxTql3ashT23xqY/s400/P7110156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623701803942600706" border="0" /></a>PS: Another reason for you to back off, he is mine now. Shoo shoo ^^inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-21145309977452500792011-06-20T19:37:00.004+08:002011-06-20T19:43:12.691+08:00ArmageddonHey, you guys wouldn't be able to tell us who actually killed Kennedy, would ya?<br />-Bruce Willis (Armageddon, 1998)inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-84712800958989448282011-04-12T15:42:00.002+08:002011-04-12T15:48:36.383+08:00StrangerI woke up one day<br />and had a regular conversation with a buddy<br />only to realize she isn't looking into my eyes when she speaks.<br />Sentences were short and the tone were monotonous.<br /><br />Heartbroken but figured I might be over thinking it.<br />Only to realize a few others slowly follow the same sign after a week...<br />And I could only wonder what have I done wrong to be ignored.<br /><br />Was it the notes I left on the stairs or the dinners I never went?<br />Or am I over thinking it...<br />My instinct can't be wrong...<br />Something is wrong.<br />What is it?inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-23050094678844755612011-04-11T15:59:00.002+08:002011-04-11T16:04:04.979+08:00What is success?Do you have an aim in life?<br />Today I set in my car wondering what am I capable of doing to serve not for anyone, but for myself.<br /><br />"What can you do for yourself, Keng Sein?"<br /><br />Is living an easy and comfortable life sufficient to keep my life going?<br />I googled a word which is probably suitable to my question... what is success?<br /><br />Pablo Picasso: Action is the foundational key to success.<br /><br />Probably it is time for me plan for success and take an action that actually matters.<br />I'm dehydrated from the lack of inspiration.<br />The lack of action is making me age faster.inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-22913242306946669982011-04-02T17:30:00.002+08:002011-04-02T18:07:01.749+08:00VisitationAt any level your education, you will find a point where you are ordered to "give back" to the society of the less fortunate by a simple gesture<br /><br />"Visitation".<br /><br />May it be for the abandoned animals or the old folks who were left to resolve the rest of their life in a home,<br />we do visit them and show whatever the school wants us to show.<br /><br />We would most probably be doing it out of the sense of obligation.<br />The school would probably be doing it out of the sense of professionalism.<br />And the government should probably be doing it out of the sense of duty.<br /><br />and when you try to mind map the whole process involved,<br />have you wondered if sympathy and sense of appreciation are even involved in the topic of the less fortunate?<br /><br />You may say, this is a noble attempt, similarly practiced in the flyer marketing scheme,<br />"you give 1 million out, at least 1 or two would realize it and your mission is accomplished."<br />Maybe forcing 1 million students from all around Malaysia to do their charitable contribution, one out of these million would actually realize and do something about it.<br /><br />Maybe I'm just a lil cynical but I do think this noble attempt would cause more damage than benefits.<br /><br />I think the visitation looks so much like a job, that when a student does visit charitable homes, they would perform their best to show the well mannered part of them and goes back home thinking about their next task.<br /><br />You leave the people or animals involved with a hope and faith that the people beyond their home actually do care but when the next batch of people comes in, they never seem to be the people of the same faces.<br /><br />A visitation by a stranger.<br />How does that help those unfortunate people?<br />Have you ever wondered what is the point of giving false hope only to forget about it sooner or later because we have to move on with our own life?<br />So why do we touch the life of the others when we aren't going to do anything about it anyway?<br />I think this attempt to finish our moral projects in the cost of using the less fortunate is morally wrong.<br />If you want to do something, make it big and worth while.<br />Who are you to walk into their home thinking you know how it feels like to be them, make a little scene as if u are going to make a difference and just walk out like you are done?<br /><br />What is the point of such pathetic act of contribution when it may in the end cause emotional and psychological damage to the less unfortunate?<br /><br />You don't make things better for them.<br />You don't understand them better.<br />You obviously didn't change much either.<br /><br />The lack of research in this form of visitation and moral module are truly unsightly.<br />It is not like I'm asking for this whole visitation thing to be stopped.<br />It does help one way or another to make some of us realized our responsibility.<br />I just feel we could do more than just smile and show our face to help the less fortunate.<br />This should be reviewed and strictly enforced.<br /><br /><br />Cause keeping the morality ruler in our society up is the only way to stop corruption to further domination of our mind....<br />LOLZ<br />craps<br /><br /><br />//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////<br /><br />PS: you just wasted your time reading complete bull. I'm just confused.<br />Have fun in your moral class ^^inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-29241134259582039822011-03-31T12:00:00.000+08:002011-03-31T12:21:17.446+08:00Don't leave the bedI don't know how to unleash my boredom when I have done nothing but to spam ppl on facebook. =(<br />doesn't give me any form of satisfaction if I can't get replies. <br /><br />So here I'm to evaporize the remaining caffeine residue in my body which this is the critical moment where I would start talking really quick but all are filled with meaningless shit that would harm pleaple's self esteem, dinner, meal, hobby, sleep, nap and so much more important expect of life!<br /><br />SO <br />I'm here....<br />To ease my boredom <br />by scolding myself!<br />AMAZING!<br /><br />//////////////////////////////////<br /><br />You stupid klutz! Do you even know how to take care of yourself?<br />I mean seriously, slicing 3 fingers in a week time is some sort of achievement because it just screams out HOW STUPID YOU ARE TO BE ON THE SAME BLOODIE MISTAKE TWICE! <br /><br />Have you heard the song that goes something like..... shame on you if you fool me once, shame on me if you fool me twice.........leanrn rimes?<br /><br />BUT GETTING A FINGER CUT<br />IS AN ACT OF A FOOL FOR THE FIRST TIME BECAUSE ITS CARELESSNESS<br />AND GETTING two fingers cut twice<br />IS A CRIME FOR a 20 YEARS OLD BECAUSE YOU DID IT!<br /><br />of all place to cut it got to cut at the edge of all my fingers on the left hand......<br />Actually I'm pretty worried if this is some bad luck day for me<br />I woke up late...<br />Assignment half done...<br />Read the wrong notes....<br />cut all the right fingers.....<br />sleepy all at the wrong time....<br />and almost got myself killed on the highway. <br /><br />Its like....<br />I'm at the doorstep of hell......<br />Waiting for the door to slip open by accident and i fall in because i feel asleep on the door instead of the wall....<br /><br />////////////////////////////////<br />IMAGINE IF WE CAN ALL CONSUME PLASTIC<br />How cool would it be for a scientist to create some digestive juice suitable for digesting plastic in within our body!<br />THEN WE CAN CLEAN THE WORLD UP LIKE..... LIKE DINASOUR WHO DOES POPULATION CONTROL! He chew on other animals so that the world won't be so heavy!<br /><br />But I think because the earth favourite animal's species go eaten as well, so the earth mengamuk and killed all the dinasours in hate......<br /><br />To ensure no more smart arse population control crap happens again....<br />Instead of giving human really sharp teeth like how god has given to dinasour, human are made with really blunt teeth, sometimes uglyly structured like mine so we can only consume in limited amount! <br />Instead on emphasizing on the capability to eat, god made sex drive in human to distract them when they are hungry for canabilism act!<br /><br />So instead of population control, god made everyone itching for some sexy time and BOOM! NEW BATCH OF HUMANS!<br />This process goes on and on and no one even noticed that the earth is laughing at all these mass human production!<br /><br />But i think the earth eventually noticed that population control and over population also cannot be a good thing cause when human start over populating, they start chopping down the earth's hair (aka his trees) to make beds for more sexy time! <br />OBVIOUSLY after sometime the earth will get furious over the unotified balding session and start going crazy because of a bad hair cut day!<br /><br />HE THROWS IN HUMAN CONDITIONER (human fertilizer ) by making the nature goes banstreak on human and make them all BARBIE DOLLS! (frozen dead human)<br /><br />I don't know how to spell banstreak. If u get what i wanna write in that mispelling...<br />I'm really tired actually and I think i should start reading my script for my assignment.....<br /><br /><br /><3 Life is a lil weirder on lack of sleep laneinkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-38950634321608785742011-03-30T19:15:00.003+08:002011-03-30T20:02:10.222+08:00It is worth the 92kI honestly think internet has made wonders these days to confuse people's mind.<br /><br />Last time you think you could rely on the media for the latest news and reliable updates....<br />Today it is a little harder to source for reliable truth...<br />Besides the fact that there are many restriction, self censorship and dark knight behind every media firm, there are people out there who actually dedicate themselves to make sites that looks like a real newspaper and make you believe the bullshit they shower you with is TRUTH!<br /><br />Today my mom came up to me and said Justin Bieber is actually a 51 years old...<br />For a second there I think my heart skipped a beat as I smiled like a fool in disbelieve.<br />THE CHILD STAR IS DOOMEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD<br />But I will be wasting my 92k in taylors studying about mass communication if I don't ask.....<br /><br />"How you know about it?"<br /><br />It is not like I'm unhappy about him being a total freak of nature but I just need to be sure that I'm happy for the truth, not a haox.<br /><br />She further clarified that she saw it on the news website her friend showed her.... GOT VIDEO COVERAGE SOMEMORE!<br />It sounded a lil fishy but I flew straight to my laptop as I googled for Justin Bieber 51 years old in Washington Post.<br /><br />Not relevant...<br /><br />ok..<br />TIMES!<br /><br />Not relevant....<br /><br />Ok screw the media choices....<br /><br />Google: Justin Bieber 51 years old.....<br />Sources available for the above news: Answer Yahoo, Youtube, Some onion shit.........<br /><br /><br />D: FACE PALM**<br /><br />I walked down to my mom and explained the whole misunderstanding....<br />For a second there she actually doubted me.... So I further explained...<br /><br />"Mom, if a 4 grammy award winner who is also every little girls' idol isn't featured in BBC, CNN, Washington post or The Star when he is caught being the freak of nature, it can't be true. Sadly, it can't be true..."<br /><br />The likeliness for someone so famous with such high news value is filtered out of the prominent newspaper front cover with such story is almost 0%.<br />And if I don't hear it from facebook, its 100% none existence.<br /><br />Noticed everything I wrote above, sounds like I'm writing the answer for my assignment?<br />GREAT!<br />All the time and money spent on my college is finally paying off!<br /><br />I used 92k (The price for my Degree) to uncover the truth behind this haox which I can easily know through facebook newsfeed....<br /><br /><br />D:<br />D:<br />D:<br /><br /><br />I need more signs that tells me my future is brighter than they way it seems now....<br />Where will I end up to be 3 years later?<br /><br />/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////<br /><br />Well the bright side is, at least now I recognize a few newspapers... =D<br />ummmmmmmmm<br />Which i should have by the age of 15......<br />HMMMMMMMMMinkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-40697073390312503262011-03-29T22:10:00.002+08:002011-03-29T22:18:24.868+08:00End of Production.Imagine this scenario.<br />You silenced any possible sound pollution in your house, prepared enough drinking water and found yourself a good sitting position.<br /><br />Seemingly well organized preparation right?<br />All is ready as you rest your arse on the sit, only to realized one problem.<br /><br />Your brain sent your subconscious mind a message, as if every organ in your body has the life of their own and now u are talking to your brain.<br />It tells you.....<br /><br />"I'm out of brain juice. This is the end of production. Will be back after restocked. Please wait patiently."<br /><br />And your brain just doesn't move as your stare blankly on the empty microsoft word document which is supposed to filled with a 15% worth of assignment.<br />Your brain, is on leave.<br />Get it?<br />It doesn't function to produce.<br />Similar to human's right.<br />This is called, brain's right.<br /><br />Do you believe that?<br />I think in modern age, we call this stoning.<br />I experienced it 24 hours a day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />///////////////////////////////////<br />I'm deadinkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-2659935383121835562011-03-29T00:08:00.003+08:002011-03-29T00:17:50.267+08:00Worst timing for bloggingHi Guys!<br />=D Keng Sein here, finally reporting herself to her blogging duty on the most irrelevant chosen time.<br />Why irrelevant?<br />Well it is firstly, 12.09am in dear Malaysia and I'm rushing my arse off doing 4 assignments at the same time.<br />Secondly, I'm only blogging because I'm so busy. :P When I'm free I rarely find the commitment towards my blog. Odd but sad.<br /><br /><br />///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////<br />Short post I promise.<br />Now I wanna talk about a severe procrastination syndrome I observed in myself.<br />This semester going to be one hell for me because the workload is definitely doubled up and judging by the updated version of my procrastination skills, I look like I'm going for a very bad downfall.<br /><br />BUT FRED NOT! Even if all pimples were to conquer mother earth (my forehead), I will try my level best to make sense out of all these hectic senseless rush in assignment and race for what I hope to see, the light at the end of the tunnel before I burn the tracks for some fire from within ^^<br /><br />Today I'm gonna attempt a very risky act for my assignments,<br />I shall enforce the<br />quantity > quality theory.<br />Where information are researched at the highest speed and there will be lack of filtration in the documents.<br />This is to ensure in within 5 hours I manage to complete 4 assignments and leave the rest of the days to tidy up the unfiltered notes. =D<br /><br />Risk predicted: Ended up getting nothing done.<br />Progress expected: All assignments will reach to phrase 2 in progress, where they are all going somewhere besides scratch ^^<br /><br />I shall blog about it when I'm done.<br />Do or Die situation!<br /><br /><br />Oh ps readers; found my other half :Pinkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-12090363104755076852011-02-12T00:18:00.006+08:002011-02-16T00:11:12.973+08:00I have a kawan music, Min'z!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglcf_7ggE26S0YqC0xL58QUsWa2f57Ijrs16h8fjGPyg0vJ3SPFahe-6eOjhh8ju73k6ihZnLVZ97bMsxCO9T-e7GhYUWuStbFaGvbuOimLKhbG8B8auKCSEwYUd8fujO-A1Np_5MaqaU/s1600/ASDr.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglcf_7ggE26S0YqC0xL58QUsWa2f57Ijrs16h8fjGPyg0vJ3SPFahe-6eOjhh8ju73k6ihZnLVZ97bMsxCO9T-e7GhYUWuStbFaGvbuOimLKhbG8B8auKCSEwYUd8fujO-A1Np_5MaqaU/s400/ASDr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572479124868962002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdQ6tJDqZvnA6_HMlAtsrUoyCg2ZV1qAf9Y3lv-YN7Pf5hcI02pdQkftcr1OitJ7gN9xsM-dtqWzicPCEqvxaJSonNKaKBFgsgWp2yryPAbjXL47rz38FNSX3VLtsgnUXV8SDX1zgqyc/s1600/min_z_std.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-family:Bookman Old Style;" >Ok... before reading this post, I honestly recommend you guys to click the following link<br /><br />http://www.myspace.com/minz.music/music/songs<br />to click on any song in the list and let me know what you think of the singer.<br /><br />I originally wanted to write a review filled with words regarding this friend of mine who is a local singer from Malacca.<br /><br />But as I was replaying the whole list of songs again and again, trying to find the right word to describe her music, I only found out the fact that nothing I could ever write in words that could possibly describe how tremendously talented she is. It is only fair for u to listen to her on your own and judge ^^<br /><br />If listening isn't enough, you may share my little 5 cent about her and see whatcha think.<br />My opinions on her...<br /><br /></span><ol><li>You know how some people are performers and some are pure singers... both separated... One more commercialized than the other... She is a two in one man.... First of all, she got great musical talent. I may not be good in analyzing music considering I'm tone deaf myself, but I know a great singer when I hear a Chinese girl with a Dido's voice. Her voice is melodious, artsy and pure scary! It feels like it is the first time everytime i listen to her songs and they never fails to blow my mind. Her songs are mainly themed on love, but u have to see her live performance to truly feel her song. How she interact with her audience with the music she plays and her choices for words in her lyrics would be more obvious when u hear her live =D *wink wink* It has always been a great pleasure to watch her perform.<br /></li><li>Even her random cover on popular musics are really good. XD Listen to this cover on Uncle Kracker's Follow me. This is one of my fav because I just love the sound of Ukulele. Can u believe she got that thing for less than 3 days if I'm not wrong and she already started performing it? XD something I can't relate at all... http://www.facebook.com/minz.music#!/video/video.php?v=489619731399&oid=279821709477&comments </li><li>I love her love song because of the choices of words in her lyrics.</li></ol>Listen to her latest one, to see you go.<br />Highly emotional song.<br />Perfect for the aftermath of a bad breakup.<br />As always, the lyrics are simple, romantic and grasp the particular situation in all the right angle.<br />I have never been on a relationship to tell how break up feels like, but i like her perspective in it =D<br /><br />To know more about her, check her out on<br /><br />Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/minz.music#!/minz.music<br />Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/minz.music/music<br /><br />Will update you guys more on her performance! ROOT FOR HER! WHOOOHOOO<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-family:Bookman Old Style;" ><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">*Update*</span></span><br />By the way, Min'z has a short message for all of you ^^<br /></span><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="messageBody">- Hey guys! Please go to <a href="http://www.flyfm.com.my/campurchart/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span>http://www.flyfm.com.my/campur</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>chart/</a> register and vote for To See You Go - Min'z if you like the song! You can vote each everyday. :) ♥ here is the song: <a href="http://soundcloud.com/minzmusic/minz-to-see-you-go" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span>http://soundcloud.com/minzmusi</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>c/minz-to-see-you-go</a></span></h6><br />Lets carry the woman to the edge of stardom! <3 GO GO GO!<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-family:Bookman Old Style;" ><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdQ6tJDqZvnA6_HMlAtsrUoyCg2ZV1qAf9Y3lv-YN7Pf5hcI02pdQkftcr1OitJ7gN9xsM-dtqWzicPCEqvxaJSonNKaKBFgsgWp2yryPAbjXL47rz38FNSX3VLtsgnUXV8SDX1zgqyc/s1600/min_z_std.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdQ6tJDqZvnA6_HMlAtsrUoyCg2ZV1qAf9Y3lv-YN7Pf5hcI02pdQkftcr1OitJ7gN9xsM-dtqWzicPCEqvxaJSonNKaKBFgsgWp2yryPAbjXL47rz38FNSX3VLtsgnUXV8SDX1zgqyc/s400/min_z_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572479125572454738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-family:Bookman Old Style;" >Min'z - To See You Go<br /><br />Holding on<br />Trying not to cry again<br />Trying to be strong<br />Trying to think of a different plan<br />I need some time<br />u need some time alone<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">i wanna try you wanna try someone else i know </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(my fav part of the whole song LOLZ)</span></span><br /><br />its slow sorrow<br />to see you go (2x)<br /><br />starting from where we begun again<br />tell me if im wrong<br />tell me if i stand a chance<br />i will comply believe ur lies alone<br />i wont deny ill take ur highs and lows u know<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-family:Bookman Old Style;" >you go you go i'll be here flawed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-family:Bookman Old Style;" ><br /><br /></span>inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-11877290360231014412011-01-09T22:44:00.002+08:002011-01-09T23:59:48.296+08:00Lock up your temptations!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewGdgaQ675Vz7QRLySIlYXsz-mlhGxVuMnstU_22l10sHOt6bPlxSSLCivn665OuysVNsOwesygVviQVWWs86lcqk4E3_P4Hq32QSTtgfaioq8D7zjbosuHwPB7b19r0doWD-EgzqeM0/s1600/Snapshot_20110109_1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewGdgaQ675Vz7QRLySIlYXsz-mlhGxVuMnstU_22l10sHOt6bPlxSSLCivn665OuysVNsOwesygVviQVWWs86lcqk4E3_P4Hq32QSTtgfaioq8D7zjbosuHwPB7b19r0doWD-EgzqeM0/s400/Snapshot_20110109_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560197326354602962" border="0" /></a><br />I'm truly thankful<br />That these days, receiving key chain's tradition has been slowly reducing in numbers<br />and passing around chocolates for souvenirs became a trend.<br /><br />And with that said,<br />I'm happy to announce I have yet again received chocolates for souvenirs!<br />THIS IS THE BOMB,<br />THE Medium size of M&Ms.<br />THE SIZE IS HUGEEEEEEEEEEEEEE<br />I had never really bought giant bag of M&M before so the largest I have seen is probably the RM6.00++ one..<br /><br />A souvenir from Mr. Lau =D<br />I LOVE CHOCOLATE<br />Who doesn't?<br />I admit I'm a pig for it especially for some good old M&M<br />(except for peanut.. omg taste bad.. Chocolate and Peanut is a bad combo)<br /><br />But screw it =D<br />Look at the snap shot of the jar!<br /><br />The top layer is my dad's hershey... It is caramel, yummilicious and fattening.<br /><br />Next is darren's Hershey, which is the remaining half of it after I went crazy with hershey for 20 minutes. (I finished half of it in less than half an hour ><)<br /><br />The bottom of the whole pot is Wei Zhong's brand new and fresh M&M<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qV2F_0NfPKzxCS2x30gNsp1P0WD9c-06jlKsXEjHclnDSQHzoT5hCZI-Qxxmv4a5vnICXCKZ5Zqi4XzE9hSYxw8Dj4uDO6Q_0e3dBTO2TaZeg4-3D0UfwfudxAjxAtU9fj3qoaT5oxo/s1600/Snapshot_20110109.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qV2F_0NfPKzxCS2x30gNsp1P0WD9c-06jlKsXEjHclnDSQHzoT5hCZI-Qxxmv4a5vnICXCKZ5Zqi4XzE9hSYxw8Dj4uDO6Q_0e3dBTO2TaZeg4-3D0UfwfudxAjxAtU9fj3qoaT5oxo/s400/Snapshot_20110109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560197321860418898" border="0" /></a><br />Well the whole purpose of the jar and deco was to confine these GOODIES into a jar with a warning to me.<br />"If it taste good, it is bad."<br />And I purposely kept M&M at the bottom because I know if I reached it today,<br />none will be around tomorrow.<br />And their end result will be on my forehead.<br /><br />I'm getting a little paranoid for the pimples I'm getting.<br />It might be lack of sleep.<br />Darren's hershey RAWR<br />or all the daily chocolates I'm consuming!<br /><br />My skin looks like crap now and I have to stop myself before I go nuts!<br />And to top it off, I'm also sick.<br />Coughing since the 1st of January.<br />today is the 10th already...<br />So M&M is a big no no...<br />(blardie... took a whole packet of peanut m&m just now..)<br />><<br />Lets pray the jar will confine the goodies long enough till all the pimple disappear!<br /><br />Don't expire my dear M&M.....<br /><br />While arranging the M&Ms, I noticed that there are more Orange, less blue ^^ Interesting... XD<br />There are 6 colors in total.....<br />Lets finish brown fast ;D<br />Crap.<br />My other self is talking ><<br />NO CHOCOLATE FOR A WEEK!<br /><br /></div>inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-84282933041348080342010-12-23T11:35:00.002+08:002010-12-24T00:41:07.710+08:00Top 50 Randomness of Year 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4bqh6kqpNPvPLVPwgvECMfeFzrzYMptsekO1w9DlJ7Y4QLCZ8Nu633IpQNxuHkEvxwKppbDMXTlwNXSCNr8cC1uE4zdM5a1LKHpGuqRN_TOp4ywBXGi7EnsQMB_LcUzYlSF3yEWf7x4/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG"><br /></a><br />I'm superbly anxious every time when it reaches the end of the year!<br />You know the feeling that you have to pack and leave the hotel after a week of holiday but you are still in your bathing suit next to the pool?<br /><br />IT IS THAT KINDA FEELING.<br />THE NOT READY FEELING!<br />The feeling where you wonder if you missed out anything in the past 365 days,<br />wonder what do 20 years old ppl do with their life,<br />state of shock cause you enjoyed your Christmas party so much and did not realize it is ending next week!<br /><br />THE YEAR IS ENDING NEXT WEEK.<br /><br />End of the year for me is the time I take out time to reminiscence on everything that had happened to me this year before I close this chapter and move on to another. I want to list them all out because they were somewhat crazy, random and left an impact in my memory card.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUWw1cZNRRiM-9nySgOzeRAzPCW5YgSGS6-fVqeuiDWFgjRtaFwfz7B80FqqKbpQ9SdfPvAAWLXMZPPs3qZVLrxqhEaZkQKHnf0Y_HOrh4vdg61arbade2CIbmSiPrkoXdKV-R1lHbwk/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG"><br /></a><br />Try to guess which event you belong to because I'm not listing the name out. =D<br />(I scattered the pictures randomly)<br /><ol><li>My blog don't usually have readers. Reaching 120 hits a week was superbly hard but recently after posting the LRT post where there was this fat man picture in it, my number of viewers skyrocked and reached the minimum of 160 per day! I know they are probably not actual readers but this superficial figures give me a little more hope that people actually reads my blog =D <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWYXPFQH7i4McmHaOxV9_d9mXYjVLtUcL0G6tgfi31RjvSgSC2-OKU0tiej_o7V0b9CKxDzH-_oX7WWxsKZsOePhSIzqE_IBRGHFT85SwTYEEQ8DB7nCJ77p85WYvAhnGK2-mgS6NcM0/s1600/25252_363758530589_598110589_5323977_712097_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWYXPFQH7i4McmHaOxV9_d9mXYjVLtUcL0G6tgfi31RjvSgSC2-OKU0tiej_o7V0b9CKxDzH-_oX7WWxsKZsOePhSIzqE_IBRGHFT85SwTYEEQ8DB7nCJ77p85WYvAhnGK2-mgS6NcM0/s400/25252_363758530589_598110589_5323977_712097_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898987891519170" border="0" /></a><img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /></li><li>I stutter when I talk on <img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" />the phone. Major self discovery after calling 160 people everyday from my office. Just when I thought I could start training on the way I talk, my supervisor decided to make me do research instead. There is a mixture of happiness and disappointment there but I think he discovered my weakness =(<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4EnnkMsrXnzMxxjMUOtbTRJKxHOL-YyCjJdLYUOqxvLoUDhyphenhyphenOsDCyt_kaFiZo4aBZ0dUpbcN7hsgTu51nnulDVtPn9Gy12l1dTyiDof-YD0wsr5Dv_eC4rYCQbZwk-dl-l_mokkJb0sE/s1600/christine.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4EnnkMsrXnzMxxjMUOtbTRJKxHOL-YyCjJdLYUOqxvLoUDhyphenhyphenOsDCyt_kaFiZo4aBZ0dUpbcN7hsgTu51nnulDVtPn9Gy12l1dTyiDof-YD0wsr5Dv_eC4rYCQbZwk-dl-l_mokkJb0sE/s400/christine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553890562516540178" border="0" /><br /></a></li><li>I discovered I got business potential after joining Business Plan competition where many people complimented on our idea, the Ice Cream Vending machine.This is the only competition I joined and actually won a medal and MONEY.</li><li>But Call4fashion reminded me I suck in business. D:< </li><li>I just realized most of the clothes I wore for fancy parties or gatherings were all repetitive and given by someone else >;O. Which makes me wonder how often do I really shop. got 0% sense of fashion.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPvogX-Q-fbI6Q5i6UISWWs0DBcu7AKznHsQR0E_jbZgOpJeuSUxAW2vfQK17FHbqztDMvPbxJPrV6yoIkLehzJSTbUk60PyoncWnVcFvh06HVFMcgh3YkPKCCzgZT6ZD4gE0A4N80nTI/s1600/66967_451286652397_576192397_5246427_5408060_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPvogX-Q-fbI6Q5i6UISWWs0DBcu7AKznHsQR0E_jbZgOpJeuSUxAW2vfQK17FHbqztDMvPbxJPrV6yoIkLehzJSTbUk60PyoncWnVcFvh06HVFMcgh3YkPKCCzgZT6ZD4gE0A4N80nTI/s400/66967_451286652397_576192397_5246427_5408060_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553897356547678994" border="0" /></a></li><li>I got to know this guy from Yishan's birthday party by coincidence and by today I probably seen him more often than I have seen Satya in a year.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahQEcRuCVDvA-eAp_TG0B3UZbxINlvVznyYlSyCf6bAsTvifnM0b-2FhNGgGAiqqyr7JBqRLsg9YD0DzHD-JkdSo-Yr9xVeNaUTXIsehKX8kH5Q9JxvsvBzpzv049m1iBMFW9ZkuOyeE/s1600/IMG_0745.jpg"><br /></a></li><li>I found my best guy friend of the year after he saved my arses for a gazillion time. Best guy friend with not a pinch of romance at all. 101% sure.<br /></li><li>I'm usually lazy to drive out. One day out of guilt for not driving enough, I drove all the way to her house place to deliver ice cream. And I took a few wrong turns because we wanted to eat mc donalds ^^<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-NEeayIZu-9Oz-VorLs0IzCx0G-OUWvFMgWehsrLvNZCsImbjp2WgEqmA0aCwieTXz4g_npLDvAItTp-llYcI2RY0ditMg6y5vFWTFGC6P65pyaSKkWDQajqDbVI-NWmTW_SiVoiEjQ/s1600/76471_447902355807_722395807_5779286_6912506_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-NEeayIZu-9Oz-VorLs0IzCx0G-OUWvFMgWehsrLvNZCsImbjp2WgEqmA0aCwieTXz4g_npLDvAItTp-llYcI2RY0ditMg6y5vFWTFGC6P65pyaSKkWDQajqDbVI-NWmTW_SiVoiEjQ/s400/76471_447902355807_722395807_5779286_6912506_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553895128480963106" border="0" /></a></li><li>I have still yet to pass her birthday gift after 2 months. She didn't forget. =(</li><li>A group of us went to pasan around 6am and we had to use torch light to walk all the way up because it was so dark. The catch is, none of us brought touch light. I couldn't remember why we went up so early but from that day on, afternoon pasan became morning pasan =D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnQXZzvPdMn4Lso_U2AkFHxE2FQgV14wQ93YiLJ_IqUIlMdUYOe1kYqYWGJhytMWL9ig3fdOihQMAIHxg7osHZ0TfQCzq0mj3jB8OAbvf-7Ix8cbkmbbX1VYLpXaaKklw521GIQ_fgVg/s1600/IMG_0741.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnQXZzvPdMn4Lso_U2AkFHxE2FQgV14wQ93YiLJ_IqUIlMdUYOe1kYqYWGJhytMWL9ig3fdOihQMAIHxg7osHZ0TfQCzq0mj3jB8OAbvf-7Ix8cbkmbbX1VYLpXaaKklw521GIQ_fgVg/s400/IMG_0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891617581161010" border="0" /></a></li><li>I started talking to some stranger I got to know on the street. Now that I see her more often, I got to know she is Mrs Low. I'm very lucky to meet nice people all the time who gives me free food!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyT69pVv56dcTJ0eCHg42tqcnlK0NWeVNim4Nab9H2Ba2efj4C-MfRm2QZwGT9PZEjt3Xg6_M9WiYvKVKiwSJaAddHPz6dFOfnsm_oaBoRyn1wWzZWp-iFGJZZ8N-U1sClR7NrVcK5L34/s1600/group.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyT69pVv56dcTJ0eCHg42tqcnlK0NWeVNim4Nab9H2Ba2efj4C-MfRm2QZwGT9PZEjt3Xg6_M9WiYvKVKiwSJaAddHPz6dFOfnsm_oaBoRyn1wWzZWp-iFGJZZ8N-U1sClR7NrVcK5L34/s400/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553890565704128978" border="0" /></a></li><li>I was up around 4 or 5 in the morning to go Broga and we didn't even catch the sunrise.<br /></li><li>I discovered the fact that submitting the assignment late is not so scary after all. But that discovery made me start some of my assignments a day after the due date. </li><li>I found someone who meets up with me a few times in a month to just sit in mamak or store where we talk about everything that comes across our mind. Some form of de-stress. Works perfectly fine. She is my neutral point when I get too crazy and too dull.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn4ToYGK5Z8r0LjtXjtMKvQWFrJYY1It0h63VLJz-rTaGIlY_THUYwO24ALM-8Nh0kFxS-fAcYw329mO06kX-KUTUxOs713Go-7ddgtjJ_dMcTHEUKPqDYTwc7-rXBmAAVcoXpqYrj46c/s1600/34946_409726535807_722395807_4936065_4814934_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn4ToYGK5Z8r0LjtXjtMKvQWFrJYY1It0h63VLJz-rTaGIlY_THUYwO24ALM-8Nh0kFxS-fAcYw329mO06kX-KUTUxOs713Go-7ddgtjJ_dMcTHEUKPqDYTwc7-rXBmAAVcoXpqYrj46c/s400/34946_409726535807_722395807_4936065_4814934_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898307907529634" border="0" /></a></li><li>I'm doing internship to discover my passion for advertising. My company provide PR, event management, CRM and design but doesn't provide <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">advertising</span></span> =D lets highlight <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;">FML</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUpsc00yKtzioCCqEUzUiRmyqBp_tIALpjmthRim7lbWLj_b2WVdvJMat7IrL_t_ySNSXnfaYd5X44nf7pv1Cpghez-HUqulXoik65fQBJcBcAu5xaWgIZh_0cMoCJyOpiz2IckeP22s/s1600/24032_379539185807_722395807_4175070_6828270_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUpsc00yKtzioCCqEUzUiRmyqBp_tIALpjmthRim7lbWLj_b2WVdvJMat7IrL_t_ySNSXnfaYd5X44nf7pv1Cpghez-HUqulXoik65fQBJcBcAu5xaWgIZh_0cMoCJyOpiz2IckeP22s/s400/24032_379539185807_722395807_4175070_6828270_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553895124074786290" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6W91WLVg_i__i2_l6a3hXOqMC1hJfwdqNUaaA6rJ-jW-9em-NjQToa4zAWTXCZ1NsAngysMvPTbLMc94qCmnV14zI_Avjd8wa3VRKcvU9fUrQcYYK7tjVkNT8L7A20l0qpu3mElArVhw/s1600/36897_402787931849_533016849_4955514_3370471_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6W91WLVg_i__i2_l6a3hXOqMC1hJfwdqNUaaA6rJ-jW-9em-NjQToa4zAWTXCZ1NsAngysMvPTbLMc94qCmnV14zI_Avjd8wa3VRKcvU9fUrQcYYK7tjVkNT8L7A20l0qpu3mElArVhw/s400/36897_402787931849_533016849_4955514_3370471_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553890557180912370" border="0" /></a></li><li>When I went for interview for TWCS, I told them I don't know anything about Communication and I got the scholarship. When I went for interview at ROOTS, I told them I don't think my knowledge is sufficient to provide any major improvement and I got the job. I think this kinda experiences will make me weak in actual scary interviews. </li><li>After a huge blow on my circle of friends, I suddenly realized I have very little friends i could borrow a shoulder to cry on.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMyhMaA0wmA3FV10s31sF2BS2yozOsK9fpoeUUIscf7-Q_RpV7UVd7OtbHHkK6GlCFrMOYSHvbb3MJ3xGh9EMDbh7hogNLY9UJXW3P8zP8rufq14rps-IewwXH3MbZEOIuoh1O5wYRddI/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMyhMaA0wmA3FV10s31sF2BS2yozOsK9fpoeUUIscf7-Q_RpV7UVd7OtbHHkK6GlCFrMOYSHvbb3MJ3xGh9EMDbh7hogNLY9UJXW3P8zP8rufq14rps-IewwXH3MbZEOIuoh1O5wYRddI/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553899641311922354" border="0" /></a></li><li>I got into a car accident once and I got people coming over to my house for visits. I think when they come to sympathize me, I naturally found the reason to sympathize myself more and I ended up crying. </li><li>When I got into accident, two of my closest friends were already in the car, so I called the other one after I got into the hospital. She laughed and told me she is busy handling her tuition class.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclk-SVAkmlSNpJyHMplcTlfx117dFuVnMt67wMknwP9f5vfWXHQnqiQkbRUuFQlr2qtXhzFGRgvxlxx076XXUiKrtgqykaluQo3ZBTyAo4XvT1jtdHPhMKghS8KIIvSWhNhWr2CViWXQ/s1600/eg5+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclk-SVAkmlSNpJyHMplcTlfx117dFuVnMt67wMknwP9f5vfWXHQnqiQkbRUuFQlr2qtXhzFGRgvxlxx076XXUiKrtgqykaluQo3ZBTyAo4XvT1jtdHPhMKghS8KIIvSWhNhWr2CViWXQ/s400/eg5+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553890551760016690" border="0" /></a> </li><li>I was making jokes on how amazing it was to fly though the highway without getting killed when my friends sent me to the hospital. I started crying on my own at home when I realized I might have been killed.<br /></li><li>I slam the badminton racket on her head before but she is the type of friend that never gives up playing badminton with me. She is amazing.<br /></li><li>At one point of my life, I see her so often and went out lunch with her almost everyday for a week, I actually felt I have a potential to be the boy in a lesbian relationship. Then another one came and told me that with my attitude, thank god I'm a girl because no girl would date me =(<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbROE8OV2I7s2NnSHt2JOki53CGrBdZZu4SATy0PmSWifq0ruVgP8MzX_bdUluC2c6Rxj1qC4Yz2oS7J0-HnEpfVEKgHIqKP9egg0VWBkkicN-v4FQqpNGmwgkWCEuoqB3gPC9Vz6Msmg/s1600/IMG_0730.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbROE8OV2I7s2NnSHt2JOki53CGrBdZZu4SATy0PmSWifq0ruVgP8MzX_bdUluC2c6Rxj1qC4Yz2oS7J0-HnEpfVEKgHIqKP9egg0VWBkkicN-v4FQqpNGmwgkWCEuoqB3gPC9Vz6Msmg/s400/IMG_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891608874177074" border="0" /></a></li><li>I read some of my old post and I don't understand what I wrote.<br /></li><li>We started putting stupid ring tone in our phone so that whenever anyone of us call each other, that exact same song will appear with it's stupid lyrics. The embarrassment when the phone rang in public just made us love it more =D </li><li>I slept in college car park all alone during the end of my foundation and walked into class with the exact same outfit the next day and no one realized.<br /></li><li>I shared one of my deep dark secret with this guy because it was sharing moment and we were doing assignments. Few days later he came telling me "you think people would be more surprise hearing my part or yours" when I was threatening to reveal his. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5aKJ2qJ2WzbQp0cdHduahSX2m4QOgupfG3l_2MrKbqsYGdx2QLJYZ71G_yfOWlsvw_5dyy-M10FfhHFYX8a1Pf_iULGAa-mBHTaAdbw1aDNcBeGB-dHlFxLwh0fgqpmRrwB7n4VX0N5c/s1600/59807_471500950589_598110589_7122486_2823212_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5aKJ2qJ2WzbQp0cdHduahSX2m4QOgupfG3l_2MrKbqsYGdx2QLJYZ71G_yfOWlsvw_5dyy-M10FfhHFYX8a1Pf_iULGAa-mBHTaAdbw1aDNcBeGB-dHlFxLwh0fgqpmRrwB7n4VX0N5c/s400/59807_471500950589_598110589_7122486_2823212_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553897357297810290" border="0" /></a></li><li>I went to pasan with this senior hiker and it turns out to be the most "jungle" experience I ever had. I pok kai so often he told me I got terrible balance =(<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahQEcRuCVDvA-eAp_TG0B3UZbxINlvVznyYlSyCf6bAsTvifnM0b-2FhNGgGAiqqyr7JBqRLsg9YD0DzHD-JkdSo-Yr9xVeNaUTXIsehKX8kH5Q9JxvsvBzpzv049m1iBMFW9ZkuOyeE/s1600/IMG_0745.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahQEcRuCVDvA-eAp_TG0B3UZbxINlvVznyYlSyCf6bAsTvifnM0b-2FhNGgGAiqqyr7JBqRLsg9YD0DzHD-JkdSo-Yr9xVeNaUTXIsehKX8kH5Q9JxvsvBzpzv049m1iBMFW9ZkuOyeE/s400/IMG_0745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891623396091858" border="0" /></a></li><li>I wore sport shoe to club and someone would still dance with me. I guess being random wasn't all bad =P<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5OGZoZpb-fs-AFK3SDi2iRi7mnP1-Pyy1CBc9niR-6fyMlpFWFtZ1Z04FfKzv0y2SIpQV79KC_H9bAUiCyd-wh3Wg5DdaYZlG4lasbzj25ntyeBfmN37-yI0PW1g5dhNN6Li6N5SlFM/s1600/26528_354354116714_564096714_3875032_287019_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5OGZoZpb-fs-AFK3SDi2iRi7mnP1-Pyy1CBc9niR-6fyMlpFWFtZ1Z04FfKzv0y2SIpQV79KC_H9bAUiCyd-wh3Wg5DdaYZlG4lasbzj25ntyeBfmN37-yI0PW1g5dhNN6Li6N5SlFM/s400/26528_354354116714_564096714_3875032_287019_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553890553150026706" border="0" /></a></li><li>I don't plan to think when I drive. Read that again after watching me drive. You will understand why.</li><li>I gave my number to some random guy who asked for my number and he turns out to be weirder than me. Weirder and older. =P</li><li>I realized I barely have any guy friend when I ended up calling him for every emergencies. He gave me ice cream when I was traumatized after my car broke down. What would life be without him.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBQaL7PDW4GH3qydGoQH68Y_0ud0k4hexpP15TNQKZ41wKrH7QWlaECv_a6q2Kza5jy22GPUEkYO3jyodacQdIq1ZnPh8SGyqM_KABXbP6FNkygLwR7T0Drq3d4rJR2Ca_sTqodOjKxc/s1600/20562_282026507281_678867281_3877203_7133362_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBQaL7PDW4GH3qydGoQH68Y_0ud0k4hexpP15TNQKZ41wKrH7QWlaECv_a6q2Kza5jy22GPUEkYO3jyodacQdIq1ZnPh8SGyqM_KABXbP6FNkygLwR7T0Drq3d4rJR2Ca_sTqodOjKxc/s400/20562_282026507281_678867281_3877203_7133362_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553897350940156818" border="0" /></a></li><li>I chose 3 minutes meal for my performance because I needed a character that resembles me. I started forgetting all my lines when I was performing on the actual day and I was shaking all over. After the performance, lot of people came and told me I'm great in that act. Guess what, that character was a shaky and nervous presenter. Get the resemblance? It was my lucky day =D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRtzEdRunOZFHG1mTWLtsOuJPfM2t71PDY2LrKFHrASL37ZbJLiayIstHcT_nvXJA5nVYQbfwLRelNDTLuNR4At54-QBWyZmCC97AJJHFhj4_7QW1A3XxfvN-teLmfjT_oNugrDRosXo/s1600/37875_450905035589_598110589_6569234_1577312_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRtzEdRunOZFHG1mTWLtsOuJPfM2t71PDY2LrKFHrASL37ZbJLiayIstHcT_nvXJA5nVYQbfwLRelNDTLuNR4At54-QBWyZmCC97AJJHFhj4_7QW1A3XxfvN-teLmfjT_oNugrDRosXo/s400/37875_450905035589_598110589_6569234_1577312_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898302945937682" border="0" /></a></li><li>Both of them come to my room once in a while to create their own personal space for nail saloon. We also stalk people on facebook to laugh at them =P</li><li>Some little orphan came and ask me why my gusi so big. I think she read my letter to god cause that is what I asked every day in my life.<br /></li><li>I loved going to musical with her because we get to dress up to just sit among thousands of people. But I realized I'm tone deaf and can't live in high class lifestyle =(</li><li>We drove all the way to Malacca and Port Dickson. I felt so young joining them for such random trip =D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUWw1cZNRRiM-9nySgOzeRAzPCW5YgSGS6-fVqeuiDWFgjRtaFwfz7B80FqqKbpQ9SdfPvAAWLXMZPPs3qZVLrxqhEaZkQKHnf0Y_HOrh4vdg61arbade2CIbmSiPrkoXdKV-R1lHbwk/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUWw1cZNRRiM-9nySgOzeRAzPCW5YgSGS6-fVqeuiDWFgjRtaFwfz7B80FqqKbpQ9SdfPvAAWLXMZPPs3qZVLrxqhEaZkQKHnf0Y_HOrh4vdg61arbade2CIbmSiPrkoXdKV-R1lHbwk/s400/IMG_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891602486674818" border="0" /></a></li><li>This year I discovered something. Going out with girl and guy alone doesn't always mean something is up. It means everyone is busy and they aren't the same sex by coincidence. I learnt this a little slow because I don't used to have lots of guy friends =D<br /></li><li>Buried is the most original movie that I love from just listening to their advertisement. I'm very defensive towards insult against this movie =D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkMrX-kW9695QQ-nrz7MydzkAlyKtRTm7EHh2I7FGePxxVhkntgYTtIMA1LdI3weW0wC4ylDJA0g4oS00H5_vt3s-wASqYxAYpFWKJlViyDkaRwC-U9_skMuQwF3-tPJF5RCf8W1K9gs/s1600/IMG_0766.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkMrX-kW9695QQ-nrz7MydzkAlyKtRTm7EHh2I7FGePxxVhkntgYTtIMA1LdI3weW0wC4ylDJA0g4oS00H5_vt3s-wASqYxAYpFWKJlViyDkaRwC-U9_skMuQwF3-tPJF5RCf8W1K9gs/s400/IMG_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553892705713410978" border="0" /></a></li><li>I borrowed a tripod stand from a friend as I watched him going crazy over limited edition shoes. He is a funny friend who redefined what God meant to me. He even introduced me KOBE CITY! I wonder if he still remembers about the tripod stand because it is still with me. =P</li><li>I noticed my daily clothes are labeled uniform when I went Jamie's party =(</li><li>I don't comb my hair 365 times in 365 days in a year. Get me? =D<br /></li><li>I love organizing my own birthday part but it is a solo birthday celebration next year =D<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikvHnAvMqNEMU6cjchr2M_M-kJDz1TmsR0sICKFeTPnyYMdItT_FNk7z1ZbQF2BN1xNDtBJqEgBsxtIUcPFxlwnuLoZjY2UsLpvBkVwyFwg2CiQEE6ZGeVfJLkNu6K3whEw16_kQq7LN4/s1600/IMG_0735.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikvHnAvMqNEMU6cjchr2M_M-kJDz1TmsR0sICKFeTPnyYMdItT_FNk7z1ZbQF2BN1xNDtBJqEgBsxtIUcPFxlwnuLoZjY2UsLpvBkVwyFwg2CiQEE6ZGeVfJLkNu6K3whEw16_kQq7LN4/s400/IMG_0735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891607501919394" border="0" /></a></li><li>I was singing to every one of Wonder Girl's song except for one unknown one because I'm a BIG FAN in disguise =D<br /></li><li>This year has the best Chinese New Year because everyone was wearing traditional outfit and I never felt so chinese before in my whole life =D</li><li>I don't think he knows my actual name because everytime I call, sms and chat with him in real life or cyber world, he always call me pupa O.O<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4VLoUB-nKpzF9-u3cVcVU_FLEEXQWlyw-jAWeD-UMUEOMcGPx6WiSP1TPZPrgHNStvHo3EddZOjvqb3v6wQGIYITS7Ad9_pjpUqe7UqRtSikLjKqn8agmUAd_3Vi03Ap8NYYFu81HUo/s1600/IMG_0912.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4VLoUB-nKpzF9-u3cVcVU_FLEEXQWlyw-jAWeD-UMUEOMcGPx6WiSP1TPZPrgHNStvHo3EddZOjvqb3v6wQGIYITS7Ad9_pjpUqe7UqRtSikLjKqn8agmUAd_3Vi03Ap8NYYFu81HUo/s400/IMG_0912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553893928421898114" border="0" /></a></li><li>I have been sleeping in the same room with my brother for 2 weeks now because my ceiling had a hole in it. Staying there reminds me once again how comfortable it is to have a brother and it sucks to know he is leaving in less than 15 days =(</li><li>The pimples all over my forehead reminds me how busy I have been continuously till the point I do not have time for life. In chronological order, pimple grew when I was blardie frustrated with a few of my friendships, then my isolated lifestyle in college, then my college movie assignment that made me cry, then the exam, the the movie competition, then business plan that lasted for 3 months, then degree's pressure, then internship pressure and in between a few of them are financial problems. I was never really free, just too blank to do anything for a short period of time before I consistently do a lot of thing for a long period of time. Pimples are not leaving. Damn. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJULj71fkJrgVhALWL9C2P4-p7MpV_sqTdvE2bXUZ2xhr1vDRpei8AdkhJYOMfYJxWPR5JYhnNssPyhkv5a_NSauWnMzMGHE_EHJlX-5wSELV2KFDMQeWZWg8_GYvKfi9hVAGVhN0TSMY/s1600/IMG_0879.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJULj71fkJrgVhALWL9C2P4-p7MpV_sqTdvE2bXUZ2xhr1vDRpei8AdkhJYOMfYJxWPR5JYhnNssPyhkv5a_NSauWnMzMGHE_EHJlX-5wSELV2KFDMQeWZWg8_GYvKfi9hVAGVhN0TSMY/s400/IMG_0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553893928887378482" border="0" /></a></li><li>Many friends of mine tells me I'm too thin to complain about weight issue. So I would like to show WHAT is thin in my book and what is FAT because they are totally blind.</li><li><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4bqh6kqpNPvPLVPwgvECMfeFzrzYMptsekO1w9DlJ7Y4QLCZ8Nu633IpQNxuHkEvxwKppbDMXTlwNXSCNr8cC1uE4zdM5a1LKHpGuqRN_TOp4ywBXGi7EnsQMB_LcUzYlSF3yEWf7x4/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4bqh6kqpNPvPLVPwgvECMfeFzrzYMptsekO1w9DlJ7Y4QLCZ8Nu633IpQNxuHkEvxwKppbDMXTlwNXSCNr8cC1uE4zdM5a1LKHpGuqRN_TOp4ywBXGi7EnsQMB_LcUzYlSF3yEWf7x4/s400/IMG_0891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553904764190437266" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLl5-1q5-FcOrtabExJ3AhO_Iif3DZvJx-05UthlhY5f5ojhjbe7QN8UrQHjCKYzOfUIrlguaWoQ6FqTcI3IXUx2lVqs0vbL3d6WqO_w37OVPPzrdVpqpeUndIdM62j6z1-XMC_4-OD5A/s1600/2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLl5-1q5-FcOrtabExJ3AhO_Iif3DZvJx-05UthlhY5f5ojhjbe7QN8UrQHjCKYzOfUIrlguaWoQ6FqTcI3IXUx2lVqs0vbL3d6WqO_w37OVPPzrdVpqpeUndIdM62j6z1-XMC_4-OD5A/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553904755660379394" border="0" /></a>Love life is well described by No regrets. Like what the lead actress said when she received the award for the best female artist, "We don't need hugs or kisses to develope a relationship."<br /></li><li>I don't really know how to say No. I either ffk or go.<br /></li></ol>I like year 2010...inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-14627383364602447252010-12-23T10:23:00.004+08:002010-12-23T14:03:20.717+08:00Tong Yuen Festival with the Lim Family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-pSOa3AMff7hfvjzeaZXaz4BpknlsLd5dLVeUiL_cRiZ6jiqD9_YaAFqmdhUBRUlFEH_jhCR9kT4Fe7h9k2xcP-kOqDp-iYVTG7Szc38tiVSlomUMfTisSulMggykr47MN5phgzB-MQ/s1600/24032_379539185807_722395807_4175070_6828270_n.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLecNNgtH9rPfVSxF9Q3T8nVtEyrVWdYle_2Gu5H-jBeQ5KsSqcxpuTHj1EBuBLA6nF31KRJdTAXMtPDDSNyg9v_CaE4juRTguvyCeGW6_sFY5jfibMMDwMovMng076aRsn5WuVfr2hU/s1600/tong+yuen.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLecNNgtH9rPfVSxF9Q3T8nVtEyrVWdYle_2Gu5H-jBeQ5KsSqcxpuTHj1EBuBLA6nF31KRJdTAXMtPDDSNyg9v_CaE4juRTguvyCeGW6_sFY5jfibMMDwMovMng076aRsn5WuVfr2hU/s400/tong+yuen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553715365518900850" border="0" /></a>Hope all of you had a great Solstice celebration<br />because I had a blast with my family!<br />By the way, don't get me wrong when I said Lim family, it doesn't mean all my relatives' surnames are lim, it is just that they are family from my father side ^^<br />Was feeling a little guilty for not giving the other family's surnames the limelight =(<br /><br />Anyway, Solstice celebration is definitely something I look forward to every year.<br />Besides the fact that that tong yuen taste so awesome, it also holds the strong importance for family to gather together and celebrate under the same roof.<br /><br />For Lim family, it means more food, more alcohol, more singK session and more alcohol!<br />I like talking to my relatives and laughing over everything.<br /><br />For example how my father repetitively told us how awesome his family recipe soup is and nudged me to make them. Wai Kit is willing to be my white rat if I made them!<br /><br />Or how my aunties were all telling me to eat 19 biji tong yuen or I won't grow up. Last time I would just wallop those tong yuen like nobody's business. But this year a logic came to me and I shared it with my aunties..."So meaning if I don't eat them I will forever be 19 years old? OMG I'm NOT EATING THIS CRAP!"<br /><br />I like eating there but regret for eating too much much later =P<br />I would like to blame and thank my auntie for such good food that made me eat without thinking... ROASTED GOOSE!<br /><br />I like how we always have singing K session and mahjong even thou I suck at both of them.<br />I think CNY, Lim family gathering and everything else would be very different if my brother go America. Especially for the singing K session. I wonder if people would still pick his Lee Hom songs to sing because I have been listening to him for my entire life.<br />=( I'm gonna miss that bugger...<br />He plays guitar in the dark so that I couldn't sleep when it was 2am.<br />Dunno should slap him or hug him at times...<br /><br />I go around telling ppl our chinese new year mahjong starts on CNY eve and ends at the last day of CNY..<br />I didn't realize even without CNY they can also play a few rounds! LOLZ<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnbSxyd999jpsI6eC550PawvXIrq-q7EGJEwCl6Bzl1wT_LUR8fbAm4suJ2aGz8GrHIjn7Z-1m6hgi1oodZDI8aRIWXqP6GIroaPkA6JIz5VyMIXYaHgEkGJgjsYei9rh36GB5eSM6vE/s1600/eeleng+and+kenny.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnbSxyd999jpsI6eC550PawvXIrq-q7EGJEwCl6Bzl1wT_LUR8fbAm4suJ2aGz8GrHIjn7Z-1m6hgi1oodZDI8aRIWXqP6GIroaPkA6JIz5VyMIXYaHgEkGJgjsYei9rh36GB5eSM6vE/s400/eeleng+and+kenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553715371548316546" border="0" /></a>Eeleng is coming home tomorrow!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-pSOa3AMff7hfvjzeaZXaz4BpknlsLd5dLVeUiL_cRiZ6jiqD9_YaAFqmdhUBRUlFEH_jhCR9kT4Fe7h9k2xcP-kOqDp-iYVTG7Szc38tiVSlomUMfTisSulMggykr47MN5phgzB-MQ/s1600/24032_379539185807_722395807_4175070_6828270_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-pSOa3AMff7hfvjzeaZXaz4BpknlsLd5dLVeUiL_cRiZ6jiqD9_YaAFqmdhUBRUlFEH_jhCR9kT4Fe7h9k2xcP-kOqDp-iYVTG7Szc38tiVSlomUMfTisSulMggykr47MN5phgzB-MQ/s400/24032_379539185807_722395807_4175070_6828270_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553724954195581058" border="0" /></a><br />=''''''(<br />Its too selfish to say don't go.<br />But I just realized how far America is from here.<br />Who is going to bring me out for lunch on the weekends?<br />Drive during dinner?<br />Play that annoying guitar and force compliments out of me?<br />Tell me he cleaned the toilet the last time when the toilet was never clean.<br />Make me sing when I'm too shy to do so.<br /><br />Blardie hell...<br />=(<br />12 more days....<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-1205724842619579892010-12-14T15:55:00.004+08:002010-12-14T19:24:23.658+08:00Accepting bun from a stranger<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6f4Ew4YmpPXAfJZXyHhaf0ml2CvQJ2W1KapGThcYsHMvyg4VnsH3Oqp3glzaYvWkseh7MK1__ivoPT9CvoZyeTDxsU1ggvpoHuhGgUYK8vYSmd1p4MNjBEh56gRxVm1eWpd8NkF5WwAQ/s1600/evil+bun.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6f4Ew4YmpPXAfJZXyHhaf0ml2CvQJ2W1KapGThcYsHMvyg4VnsH3Oqp3glzaYvWkseh7MK1__ivoPT9CvoZyeTDxsU1ggvpoHuhGgUYK8vYSmd1p4MNjBEh56gRxVm1eWpd8NkF5WwAQ/s400/evil+bun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550458310529419026" border="0" /></a>Something amazing happened to me today!<br />A lady gave me a free bun and told me FATE gave me that bun!<br />STRANGER<br />FREE FOOD<br />GET ME?<br />=D<br />The weirdest part was when ME casually took it from her and happily munched away...<br /><br />I don't usually take food from strangers so it came to be a culture shock for myself!<br />That stranger is someone I knew on the street on my own!<br />100% GENUINE STRANGER<br />Maybe because I watched too much Snow White in the past,<br />I'm pretty certain stranger's food means no good lor.<br />POISONS<br />UP TO NO GOOD<br />Who knows someone might be plotting to drug me and chop my limbs off to make me a begger on the Thailand street?<br />OR OR OR<br />The bun was filled with human meat and I'm the next ingredient!<br /><br />But I think the process to getting that free bun was pretty safe...<br />LOLZ<br />let me explain.....<br /><br /><br />I was waiting at the Sri Petaling LRT station for my colleague to pick me up to sama sama go work.<br />But I went there a little early so I had to find a place to plant my bump.<br />I sat right next to an old lady who sold bun!<br />I didn't choose to sit next to her on purpose ok =P<br />I looked at the yellowish bun hungrily and she was trying to sell it to me.<br />My stuck up self voiced out a little louder than I wanted, and I said<br />"No, I don't buy outside food."<br /><br /><br />But after a while, my stupid eyes have to direct my drooling mouth towards the delicious freshly made bun as my hand controlled itself and reached out for one....<br />Some backstabber =(<br />The auntie obviously didn't give it to me for free. THE FIRST ONE LA...<br /><br />The business trading ended with a friendly conversation. =D<br />My mass comm habit is kicking in whenever I'm with people =P<br />Who knew the first bun would lead to so many questions from me.<br /><br />Like who made these, why no dbkl come sapu meh, business good ar, didn't consider pasar malam ar....<br />I bombarded her with quite a number of questions but I think she was pretty cool with it because she got nothing else to do.<br /><br />After talking and laughing for quite sometime, she told me she was about to go home and offered me a bun.<br />I was like... Umm, u want me to pass it over to your friend there?<br />(I didn't even ask why she so slumber asking me to work for her LOLZ DAMN BLUR)<br />Then she said...<br /><br />"NO LA.. This is for you... We got fate to talk today. After all it isn't anything much."<br /><br />I was damn shocked and suddenly my colleague came out of a blue and I went off after waving. Like damn blur kinda wave if you get me LOLZ...<br /><br />And I ended up going to work with two yellow bun from an auntie I don't even know her name but she trust fate enough to gimme =D<br /><br />The feeling was great and it is the first time someone<br />completely random offered me food after a conversation....<br /><br />I think I got to tell my mom,<br />"Talking to strangers aren't all harmful after all..."<br />=D<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">ps: i didn't get stomach pain<br />TEEHEE<br /></div></div>inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-51779962440461934052010-12-12T15:00:00.004+08:002010-12-12T17:37:49.612+08:00The world is not ready to accept prostitution legally.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCnagsNYTkL9pAtdaLCC88AxI1SjE4FWBvd5eMQDFcGVR4ZLd0W2GuURHqcoxpJ8DVswsg_OdNHbsaQWrTYt2J4MEYfyicq9AJTqHjHKUwNzeC3dkaf1PY1lROECXn_vKO4W9Aarf3Bc/s1600/dv1436040.gif.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCnagsNYTkL9pAtdaLCC88AxI1SjE4FWBvd5eMQDFcGVR4ZLd0W2GuURHqcoxpJ8DVswsg_OdNHbsaQWrTYt2J4MEYfyicq9AJTqHjHKUwNzeC3dkaf1PY1lROECXn_vKO4W9Aarf3Bc/s400/dv1436040.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549720920708528626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kFyhUjqtT9gQSHd0XQ9KtBiZ4Vx_-2H9peK_OHqPlt83_9NHZFAx9Syn24Eb0ude6y7IGmnMzGtuq1YG1Mwr2HcUjLNT_KcODtLtDt9Skztra8nefauYz0oJvnRR9pCQcbVpUgSa0pE/s1600/how.jpg"><br /></a><br />My honest confession.<br />Last night I received a few less favorable comments regarding my post on prostitution and the whole situation eventually drove me to temporary hid that post.<br />I guess I don't take constructive criticism or negative comments nicely.<br />It hits my pride and ego.<br />More importantly, I'm lack of confidence in my writing in a way I wrote to please the others.<br />Which I think was the reason why I eventually stopped blogging way before because I started to write to please and the whole phenomena was tiring and unoriginal.<br /><br />But in this world, readers and audience are not unified to say only yes or not.<br />Nor would all my writings be accepted as it is.<br />Not am I a dedicated researcher.<br />I'm just another little unimportant girl on this earth wanting to share her thoughts.<br />I guess since I started writing more frequently recently, blogging became brand new to me all over again and the idea of dislike became more prominent.<br /><br />I wrote the prostitution post out of personal opinion on what I see on tv, not for political or religious disagreement.<br />I did no research, survey or whatever detailed investigation.<br />I wrote based on my personal opinion and in my support of freedom of speech.<br />Thank you Satya for reminding me once again, this is my blog.<br />I write whatever I want.<br />Confidence is bloody important no?<br /><br />Anyway, those criticism I got for my post was not all that bad.<br />I guess in the world where freedom of speech exist, they have the right to write less favorable comments on my writings and after thinking through, I truly appreciate some sort of respond that demand for my attention.<br /><br />I will keep writing....<br />Voicing out with clarity...<br />If you dislike my writings...<br />BRING IT ON cause I acknowledge them!<br /><br />_____________________________________________________________<br />As for the prostitution post.<br /><br />1. Legalizing prostitution enhance HIV.<br />- U have your point there. Obviously when sex are out for sales, sexual activities would definitely increase and hence chances of HIV is a lot higher as well. But do you know, some countries that legalized prostitution do not only take tax from this type of industry, but they also made it mandatory to have body check up from time to time and other benefits from the Ministry of Health. They respect these woman and provide them the means for protection. This is the type of consideration and mentality I wish most people would have. Hate the profession, not the people. Even if it is illegal, brothel still exist and women are still spreading HIV just without protection and higher risk. If that is your preference. GO AHEAD! In that way, our health ministry will never have their hands to make a change or challenge themselves to transform this industry to be a safer industry because we all love to just trash problems and not solve them and make everyone else involved suffer from it. Tie the problem up in a bag and just pray one day it would die. Face it, the bag of ours is filled with holes.<br /><br />2. The pimps are the one getting the best out of it.<br />- Undeniable. Yes. Its like gift to them. But they have to spend more if its legalized. More consideration and laws to follow. It make it compulsory for them to provide protection to these prostitutes in order to be in this business. The need to be clean, healthy and safe became more important. I think it is a little naive and risky to think that probably when there are more licensed prostitution, these people would share the same responsibility to wipe illegal brothel off the market because it is damaging their business. But this vision and risk may bring us to the next level of better society. Use poison to fight poison. I felt this point deserve a fruit for thoughts.<br /><br />3. Human trafficking increases thanks to legalizing prostitution.<br />- True. Facts have proven in places like Netherland and England have higher rate of human trafficking and coincidentally both country have legalized prostitution. From the way I see it, there are no connection at all. If human trafficking are increasing, this only means that the demand for human capital is a lot larger and our country's security capability is put to the test and they are obviously rotten.<br />Lets assume in this isolated island X, they are lacking of people to dig this gold mine. The one who discovered it is not willing to pay tax or expensive employee to dig this gold. So imagine if 1, 000,000 human are needed for cheap labor to gain the massive profit, you think the underground people won't come and kidnap everyone from everywhere for cheaper labor? should we destroy the gold mine once again the way we criminalized prostitution in hope that it would scare these people from gaining the best benefit from it? NO. Are you all naively thinking that by criminalizing prostitution makes a difference and be we all silently believe that our country's security is good because its easier? Spoon feeding is bad and this is the example of it. The country's lack of capability to accept the change in culture should not be blamed on brothel.<br /><br />There are many things I wish to write about this but I felt constant debate with no interactions with listeners is a little pointless. If you are interested or disapprove of my stand, COMMENT PLEASE so i would know you actually cared and I would actually take a little effort to do more research.<br /><br />but as far as I'm concern<br />Most society are not prepared for brothel yet.<br />Their government security and health team are not prepared to accept this culture and hence more problems would grow especially when it was legalized out of rash decision.<br /><br />Irony is, prostitution is probably the oldest profession.<br />It should be in their hands already if the topic have been widely discuss for the past millennium.<br /><br />The problem is not many of us talk about prostitution.<br />We don't discuss, we don't care and we don't know.<br /><br />The debate of prostitution is constantly linked with religion, moral, values, feminism, liberation and civilization that pulled us back because all these factors are righteous, noble and beautiful.<br />Its like using mud to fight with gold. U lost without a battle. Get me?<br /><br />It makes prostitution a taboo.<br />It makes prostitution a shameful subject.<br /><br />The men laugh about it, woman shy away from it and kids are forbidden to discuss about it.<br />In such interaction over something so serious, you think we will ever get anywhere?<br />No where.<br /><br />Debate about it.<br />Throw philosophical opinions on it.<br /><br />Don't come telling me I should think before I write and tell me to follow the law blindly.<br />Read before you comment and it would be much appreciated if you are willing to correct me at where I wrote wrongly or biasly.<br /><br />I don't assure you I would change my opinions but I truly appreciate your piece of mind in this matter.<br />Anonymous and RS's opinions are much appreciated. I thank you for your time to voice your opinion and I have nothing against the way you think. Your comments drove me nuts and I loved it =D<br /><br />I don't expect Malaysia to accept prostitution at all because apparently it is a sin for the Islamic Religion to be exposed to such services. Malaysia is a multi racial culture and we should respect their believes even if its not ours hence it is a form of respect to decline such culture because it clashes with their religious beliefs. The form of respect and harmony is a form of civilization I truly appreciates.<br /><br />Our society could probably never accept prostitution legally.<br />But like I formally stressed on my first post on this matter, I focus more on mentality.<br />The way we look at prostitution.<br />I find legalizing prostitution changes the impression on them and people involved.<br />But it doesn't mean there are no sacrifices.<br />Prostitution is a HUGE TABOO subject and when there are culture changes, there are changes with everything else as well.<br />I said legalizing prostitution would make a change in impression, it doesn't mean this decision is absolutely good and harmless.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kFyhUjqtT9gQSHd0XQ9KtBiZ4Vx_-2H9peK_OHqPlt83_9NHZFAx9Syn24Eb0ude6y7IGmnMzGtuq1YG1Mwr2HcUjLNT_KcODtLtDt9Skztra8nefauYz0oJvnRR9pCQcbVpUgSa0pE/s1600/how.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kFyhUjqtT9gQSHd0XQ9KtBiZ4Vx_-2H9peK_OHqPlt83_9NHZFAx9Syn24Eb0ude6y7IGmnMzGtuq1YG1Mwr2HcUjLNT_KcODtLtDt9Skztra8nefauYz0oJvnRR9pCQcbVpUgSa0pE/s400/how.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549720916733576274" border="0" /></a>The world is not ready to accept prostitution legally.inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-88069865260247026502010-12-10T10:52:00.009+08:002010-12-10T17:33:59.041+08:0022 Years old Malaysian Boy countdown to his death on facebook<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5pSb_QZWxqw4B_HIjJZzi6nr4KZQS2P96fnnIX_erQdt_sw7_yPCxFfgih3RxtVWpLWRya3NxdET_8Y15FFTtayryP5UtcNqFrJcz04f5dSqoQfn1PBk15jl0HTF1lxcbFmTe0qwU8fI/s1600/Untitled.png"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbFJwrQERtVUiypf_vgRjz8irZRm0GhG3pTkGPG_MD8qpwnoHJSCWr3vwlv49LXiot1hyzPUPmDaINM7iqcKohSnEoAQ_wD3577zcfoBOXOqy6E-JwFcKgEYhFjWF6TWDD3DC0MRfTxU4/s1600/162929_483393618704_754228704_5723407_5134951_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbFJwrQERtVUiypf_vgRjz8irZRm0GhG3pTkGPG_MD8qpwnoHJSCWr3vwlv49LXiot1hyzPUPmDaINM7iqcKohSnEoAQ_wD3577zcfoBOXOqy6E-JwFcKgEYhFjWF6TWDD3DC0MRfTxU4/s400/162929_483393618704_754228704_5723407_5134951_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548890561433909394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Girl: Tell me you would die for me....<br />Guy: "I would die for you, for love, for us."<br /><br />How many of you could say that and do just that?<br /></span></span></div><br />On last Wednesday 8 of December 2010, sharp at 11.15pm, a man called Alviss Kong, 22 years old boy had posted the following on his facebook profile.<br /><a class="profilePicLink UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_MED_Image" tabindex="-1" href="http://www.facebook.com/alvissk" ft="{"type":"actr-profile-pic"}"><img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePic uiProfilePhotoLarge img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs430.ash2/70915_754228704_3184563_q.jpg" alt="" /></a><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><div class="actorName actorDescription"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/alvissk" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=754228704"></a></div><blockquote><div class="actorName actorDescription"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#%21/alvissk/posts/147041022012057" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=754228704">Alviss Kong</a></span></div> <span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#%21/alvissk/posts/147041022012057"><span class="messageBody">Count Down For 45 Mins...What should i do in this 45 mins ?</span></a></span></blockquote><span class="messageBody"></span></h6><br />He was waiting for 00.00 of Thursday, 9 of December to end his life for a girl name Binluii Binluii, or what he would fondly call, Devil Bin.<br /><br />Many friends of Alviss thought it was a prank and slept after telling him not to spam their notification with millions of people commenting on his status.<br /><br />Many took it as a joke, a sign of desperation for attention, prank etc.<br /><br />However, this man was not kidding when he said I'm going to die for you.<br /><br />He took his life at sharp 00.00. His family rushed him to the hospital but the medical theme couldn't do much and his life ended after 6 hours of emergency rescue. Pronounced dead at 9am.<br /><br />A healthy young man of 22 years old, have just left all of us, sacrificing his life for a girl he dated for less than a year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEims_iHFQccj-A9Txg1bJOFHFKld_yr4U8FsbUumIKbG-uLdIjwOp-3WfpXp56bTIUfXbTSETaXQ5WiTZVGBxxwCiRsVrS332XzmeSF1uTqHLsVRRLJXii8eDJbyBC_t_CboO5NvzlgVV4/s1600/facebook+alviss.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEims_iHFQccj-A9Txg1bJOFHFKld_yr4U8FsbUumIKbG-uLdIjwOp-3WfpXp56bTIUfXbTSETaXQ5WiTZVGBxxwCiRsVrS332XzmeSF1uTqHLsVRRLJXii8eDJbyBC_t_CboO5NvzlgVV4/s400/facebook+alviss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548885551726360866" border="0" /></a>Cases like this leave readers and friends dumbfounded. I'm pretty shocked myself and find it hard to consume.<br />The first impression I had over this matter were like<br /><ol><li>Why can't he moved on to other girls? He is good looking. People will throw themselves to him.</li><li>Was it worth killing himself for a relationship? What did the girl do to him or what have he not gotten from life?<br /></li><li>What did the girl have that the others don't?</li><li>He got no life or something?</li><li>Is there nothing else to live for?<br /></li></ol>Many of you may think it is the girl's fault for his death.<br />I'm sure even his ex herself will be pretty haunted by the whole scenario.<br />Maybe she said something that led him to his death or maybe not.<br />But I don't think the girl should take any responsibility for his death because the life was his.<br />He took his own life and he felt it's worth it.<br />She gave both of them a chance and it didn't work out. It is an end for them. Not their life, just the relationship.<br />For herself, leaving was only the rational choice.<br />Questions like if she is that pretty that he had to die for her, or her personalities or her skills shouldn't be questioned to begin with....<br />Her identity doesn't matter.<br />At one point, I actually felt the guy wanted to screw her life.<br />Announcing the fact that he is dying and it is for her.<br />Playing the pitiful role as he said "Don't Blame Her."<br />But if he really wanted to die for her, why announce it on facebook and put your facebook on public?<br />Let everyone share the minutes of your pain.<br />Let everyone and especially the media to hunt her down asking for her opinions.<br />Let everyone to know he is suffering and even took the time to take picture of his face crying for her.<br /><br />All these before he died...<br />The only outcome you could get from this is having this topic advertised everywhere for the world to see, sympathize him and feel utter hatred for her.<br />What was he really dying for? To make her miserable? To think its all her fault?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhki3_5JX0dHFv8IueQAMrIKESSq7ILOKcL1BYaY6XCUQ9yP3OS-O4aG7XHHarGXuujCoc2MyrilayXnPb4AFPfkNp_RIDgvqShcLcnCrFS7MXAzAZAvzRuVPd0GumXnKeQaNvnRKFm4/s1600/alviss+kong.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhki3_5JX0dHFv8IueQAMrIKESSq7ILOKcL1BYaY6XCUQ9yP3OS-O4aG7XHHarGXuujCoc2MyrilayXnPb4AFPfkNp_RIDgvqShcLcnCrFS7MXAzAZAvzRuVPd0GumXnKeQaNvnRKFm4/s400/alviss+kong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548885547554156946" border="0" /></a>I'm not sure myself.<br />but I doubt he wanted to screw her life.<br />Maybe, just maybe, he wanted to let her know how much he loved her?<br />How he could share this every moment towards his death thinking about nothing but her.<br />Maybe at that point, he didn't gave enough thoughts for everything in his life because she is part of his day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4NZjK_iPMRP5KzYI6vi9uMCHPKqg5N9q1u7GYi9cWAJgraTwcGHTCxlRTW9a-M60KyJxDDwSOOy6UvXnKbvm-LBTW5Z0LlRsVfbwxjc-mu7DJL4gH9ACbf6jAyS0HV0_SmFyLANYCQHk/s1600/155820_482187223704_754228704_5709204_846516_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4NZjK_iPMRP5KzYI6vi9uMCHPKqg5N9q1u7GYi9cWAJgraTwcGHTCxlRTW9a-M60KyJxDDwSOOy6UvXnKbvm-LBTW5Z0LlRsVfbwxjc-mu7DJL4gH9ACbf6jAyS0HV0_SmFyLANYCQHk/s400/155820_482187223704_754228704_5709204_846516_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548885544391392786" border="0" /></a>I think it is a shame and he shouldn't die but I have friends who actually felt these heartbreaking moments before.<br />They all have the feeling of complete defeat and lost where ending seems like the only best solution.<br />They have said stuff like how this is the end of it all.<br />I've always brush them off thinking it is just bullshit because they should know life is more important than that.<br />But I'm wrong. After reading about him, I felt I've committed terrible mistakes in handling these matters. Thank goodness all my friends are still healthy alive =)<br /><br />The mistake? Generalizing what is important in life for everyone.<br />I'm still searching for my answer in life hence I technically do not know what is worth dying for in life.<br />Maybe these people in relationship found their purpose in life.<br />Found the reason to die for.<br />Maybe what I've seen as fickle nothingness is actually something to these people?<br />and vice versa, maybe what I value is a joke for everyone else as well?<br /><br />Don't underestimate the power of commitment to die for something or someone.<br /><br />People could really release all their inner worries and leave this world for this very commitment.<br />But I think if we could show them and convince them that there is something more worth living for, those people who had suicided may still be with us today. Or at the very least, know we have tried...<br /><br />My main point is, don't neglect your friends, family or even a mere stranger especially when they are in depression. No matter how stupid their reason for depression or dying is for you, put yourself in his or her shoe thinking about those things that you would die for. Its just the same, but different values.<br /><br />What these people need is a purpose in life, love and the urge to live.<br />Life is beautiful.<br /><br />Despite the fact that I support the fact that people have the right to take their life, I think this privilege should be reserved to those people who really came to the point of life where they think its ok to leave now.<br />Not leave with more troubles for the others...<br />It's very hard to explain my stand in suicidal attempts. So I will leave it to some other time...<br /><br />All and all, I still feel bloody sorry for the guy. I don't think you are stupid for suiciding. At one point, I do think you are a complete genius to drive the girl mad by letting the other people to do it on your behalf. It is diabolical and one heck of an evil plan.<br /><br />But I doubt you would do that. Maybe there is something you truly see in her or feel for her.<br />Rest in peace.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">view his profile on http://www.facebook.com/alvissk#!/alvissk?v=wall<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />view part of his blog on: http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:XlRM3e787ZoJ:alvisskong.blogspot.com/2010/08/unforgettable.html+lowyat+alviss&cd=6&hl=en&ct=clnk<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5pSb_QZWxqw4B_HIjJZzi6nr4KZQS2P96fnnIX_erQdt_sw7_yPCxFfgih3RxtVWpLWRya3NxdET_8Y15FFTtayryP5UtcNqFrJcz04f5dSqoQfn1PBk15jl0HTF1lxcbFmTe0qwU8fI/s1600/Untitled.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5pSb_QZWxqw4B_HIjJZzi6nr4KZQS2P96fnnIX_erQdt_sw7_yPCxFfgih3RxtVWpLWRya3NxdET_8Y15FFTtayryP5UtcNqFrJcz04f5dSqoQfn1PBk15jl0HTF1lxcbFmTe0qwU8fI/s400/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548954771668412402" border="0" /></a><br />Power of google is amazing.<br />Joshua Ong wrote a very clear and detailed blog on it. Besides the age and a few mistaken details, everything else are well written =D<br />http://joshuaongys.com/2010/12/19-yrs-old-malaysian-alviss-kong-jumped-off-building-committing-suicide-after-leaving-facebook-message/inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-5639360041603483362010-12-10T09:29:00.000+08:002010-12-12T01:12:57.869+08:00Legalize Prostitution<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gfaA34O3E2bfnhaYahZJcgGcEhlE2Pe-mQfEshkMa38AOZuwghil2r63kFu_YKFpeNA8-qv7tYOcRBJ_ULsZOPK1o00fSr-BiqsedOB3l1v3VPKWKVOpeLT2M8jb49_aFlcZaIR33hw/s1600/Hooker.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gfaA34O3E2bfnhaYahZJcgGcEhlE2Pe-mQfEshkMa38AOZuwghil2r63kFu_YKFpeNA8-qv7tYOcRBJ_ULsZOPK1o00fSr-BiqsedOB3l1v3VPKWKVOpeLT2M8jb49_aFlcZaIR33hw/s400/Hooker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548563932821522802" border="0" /></a>Out of the blue.<br />I feel like voicing out my opinion regarding the prostitution iindustry.<br />Not against them, but to support such career because I feel there isn't a harm there.<br />It's safer in many sense if it is legalized.<br />Why prostitution?<br />I thought about it years ago but it became clearer to me today when I linked it with ambition.<br />How the concept of ambition and prostitution collides when people are not given the chance to choose.<br />_________________________________________<br /><br />"What do I want to be when I grow up?"<br />I'm sure many of you, excluding Satya, probably had considered a few different ambitions before landing at where you are today.<br /><br />What, who, when, how, and why.<br />Questions of self identity.<br />The person you are going to be.<br />Have you ever asked yourself that?<br /><br />I would make a daring assumption and assume almost everyone has an image they see in themselves that define them.<br />May it be good or bad, that "self" exist....<br /><br />But at times, luck may run down and we turn out to be exactly the person we don't wish to be.<br />We may not be able to be who we wanted to be last time,<br />but most of us are fortunate enough to at least exist and be recognized as somebody today.<br />To earn a sense of belonging.<br />The comforting feeling of identity.<br /><br />Some of us are not so fortunate.<br />Some of us, are seen as the trash of the society.<br />Our existence, because of a career choice, will lead us to extreme discrimination.<br />Look at President Bush<br />Osama Bin Laden<br />Lindsey Lohan<br />Sometimes, there are even people out there who are devoted to exterminate us.<br /><br />One of the occupation that 100% doesn't get the top priority in everyone's heart is prostitutes.<br />Prostitutes.<br />Whores<br />Hookers<br />Sluts<br />Chicken<br />So many labels are attached to this category of people, I couldn't even remember them all.<br />Besides their customers and their employers, their existences turn a smile upside down.<br />Why do the word prostitute plays out in such negative connotation?<br /><br />I watched a drama today where they talked about a prostitute murder case.<br />On usual gruesome cases of a murder, people would have mixed feelings of fear, sympathy, hatred and lost.<br />But because the victim is a prostitute, the public seems to be agreeable with the murderer.<br />I heard the most unethical and disgusting words spouted from the mouth of the public.<br /><br />"They deserve it. A bunch of trash."<br />"They shouldn't have been there to begin with."<br />"If they weren't prostitutes, they won't be killed."<br />"The price u pay for being a whore."<br />"I was so embarrassed when my child asked me what are they! Thank god they are not around."<br /><br />Danger and value of a murder suddenly falls into the subjective category.<br />Where it can be right or wrong when it obviously supposed to be<br />WRONG and ONLY WRONG to begin with.<br /><br /><br />I wonder why is it so wrong to be a prostitute.<br />It is just another career.<br />They gave up their body to earn a living.<br />There are expertise, effort, price, payment and customer.<br />They are providing a form of service.<br />Its a career. Get me?<br />Just without those expensive education that leads you to no where.<br /><br />They are satisfying guys and sometimes even girls sexual needs in return for money.<br />What is wrong with that?<br />Don't tell me it is shameful, degrading and insulting to do so cause I've seen lots of "freelance" with no labels doing exactly just that today.<br /><br />Like how a guy needs to buy house, cars and diamond to get to a girl.<br />A big shopping spree to get sex.<br />Some are even at the standard where a few glasses of beer would do for a one night stand.<br />See how ppl pay for sex?<br />At times, I think its just more expensive if they go for those freelance hookers..<br /><br />Prostitutes are degrading?<br />These freelancers are getting the best out of it without labels<br />and many girls are following their footsteps indirectly.<br />Freelances, like I said.<br /><br />Screw the stereotypical impression on prostitute!<br />I wonder why are people against prostitute at times.<br />HIV? Pride? Trust?<br /><br />The way I see it, if you can't handle your man,<br />its prolly not the prostitute fault because they are only making business.<br /><br />Do we blame cigarette for lung cancer?<br />Do we blame education when your child can't get a job?<br />Do we blame food for being anorexic?<br />Do we blame the traffic for us being late?<br /><br />It is the screwed up mentality that is pushing us to blame everyone because it's convenient to just blame.<br />I think.<br />Prostitutes shouldn't be illegal.<br />It may not be an ideal career.<br />Most I believe are desperate and are at the end of their wits.<br />There are many girls who ended up as prostitutes for the wrong or right reasons.<br />But banning it doesn't help these desperate people to get through their life any easier.<br />They are only more exposed to danger for doing it illegally.<br /><br />Mentality should be reformed.<br />Don't waste life.<br /></div>inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-28930855451340445192010-12-04T17:29:00.006+08:002010-12-08T09:24:45.688+08:00Leave that sit for the fat man!I think.<br />People underestimated the need for proper descriptions...<br />In a society with dominating visual invasion, where everything are portrayed in pictures and arts, words may seem stupidly unnecessary.<br />But I think this is the reason for extensive miscommunication.<br />Words are powerful, underrated, and carelessly used.<br />I'm not kidding you!<br />It is horrifyingly influential in our everyday life!<br /><br />You know why?<br />Because not everyone is a designer.<br />Not everyone, comprehend artistic creation the same way.<br />A picture says a thousand words, like people have always been saying.<br />A THOUSAND WORDS.<br />That's a 3 pages of A4 papers filled with font size 12 Times New Roman words with 1.5 spacing!<br />That is a huge number of words to consume, don't you think?<br /><br />I take at least 2 days to write all those words at times.<br />Imagine your brain have to consume all that from just a picture!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9scf6um5AiXJLFmBk6yhhR4jp-BfTVNGlP_3b13Qz3tf0GRh5rxq_f5MWLabFY2oeiRIbB8f19XUHYAwWEYIo3x1C11NGv17T_WFuDom8yQGqHyUbZpskvcTQPTBE-Qps3jMhE9p6pPM/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9scf6um5AiXJLFmBk6yhhR4jp-BfTVNGlP_3b13Qz3tf0GRh5rxq_f5MWLabFY2oeiRIbB8f19XUHYAwWEYIo3x1C11NGv17T_WFuDom8yQGqHyUbZpskvcTQPTBE-Qps3jMhE9p6pPM/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546762924014588418" border="0" /></a><br />I saw this simple message in an LRT star today when I was taking the train home.<br />Clearly, with an average mentality, you would assume<br />the priority seating zone is saved for any parent with a small kid, a pregnant lady, a lame person, and a person who is physically challenged (kat kaki).<br />That was my first sweep generalization.<br />Aka, simply assuming =D<br /><br />When I saw the sign board, I quickly picked my legs up and moved to a place where I actually belonged,<br />Standing in a small corner.<br />=(<br /><br />As I moved away, ironically, there were healthy moving young adults casually taking my previous spot when it was clearly not mine or theirs to begin with!<br />How are they different from me that makes them think they can just sit!<br />HOW RUDE RIGHT!<br />Tsk tsk tsk...<br /><br />Then I looked back at the message, wondering what went wrong that these people couldn't understand the picture the way I understood the picture.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9scf6um5AiXJLFmBk6yhhR4jp-BfTVNGlP_3b13Qz3tf0GRh5rxq_f5MWLabFY2oeiRIbB8f19XUHYAwWEYIo3x1C11NGv17T_WFuDom8yQGqHyUbZpskvcTQPTBE-Qps3jMhE9p6pPM/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9scf6um5AiXJLFmBk6yhhR4jp-BfTVNGlP_3b13Qz3tf0GRh5rxq_f5MWLabFY2oeiRIbB8f19XUHYAwWEYIo3x1C11NGv17T_WFuDom8yQGqHyUbZpskvcTQPTBE-Qps3jMhE9p6pPM/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546762924014588418" border="0" /></a></div>After a few minutes of staring, my frustration went off and I finally understood why those people were casually sitting on those spots!<br /><br />Nope, they didn't miss the message.<br />Nope, they are not rude.<br />They are just following the sign board!<br />I looked again back at the passenger sitting on the priority zone.<br />His belly was bigger than my dad's.<br /><br />Big bulging belly, and sitting.<br />THAT FITS INTO PICTURE TWO RIGHT?<br /><br />I mean, the picture didn't clearly state what those picture stands for.<br />It can mean anything!<br /><br />On first impression, I tot the little figure sitting on the another person is a child sitting on his or her parent.<br />How simple minded right?<br />If you think a little deeper with your modern mentality,<br />it could mean....<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDhloLEdZ2lO-xv1XVo0aqrteeW5dx8e83Ji5uTq53_WY4L0uAALP6rYszTBfCTZj4rImSx_rX5XraPtFTaFZtlG-1nDPY1v_lygGP3gyxukht-eq31K9azc6TLUDnPUxWD3fZFX7UuQ/s1600/woman-sitting-man_%257Eitf210019.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDhloLEdZ2lO-xv1XVo0aqrteeW5dx8e83Ji5uTq53_WY4L0uAALP6rYszTBfCTZj4rImSx_rX5XraPtFTaFZtlG-1nDPY1v_lygGP3gyxukht-eq31K9azc6TLUDnPUxWD3fZFX7UuQ/s400/woman-sitting-man_%257Eitf210019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546762921599523410" border="0" /></a>A lady sitting on a man!<br />Or two people casually sharing sits!<br /><br />Why must it be a child and their parent?<br />Can't the guy be a pedophile and the small figure on him is his partner?<br />Won't it be relevant that the priority zone is catered for people who are willing to share the sit with another person sitting on their lap? MAKE SENSE RIGHT?<br /><br />I guess those healthy men sitting on those sits were just waiting for some lucky chick to share the sit....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuf9p4hqNy4smkBrSG7g60FyJF8FySOa_Y-2LIbKx1vRWQwW-UKHNYAKCRYPN6zwEU9z6D8fkR9aXY8M69oZ8RXDWw2e1XHhP7yxSin3YGK5qzlM70ZhCGUHKS93TXLMuV2MHuMGorWk/s1600/6-fat-man.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuf9p4hqNy4smkBrSG7g60FyJF8FySOa_Y-2LIbKx1vRWQwW-UKHNYAKCRYPN6zwEU9z6D8fkR9aXY8M69oZ8RXDWw2e1XHhP7yxSin3YGK5qzlM70ZhCGUHKS93TXLMuV2MHuMGorWk/s400/6-fat-man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546762915144023762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.meetnowlive.com/blog/events/fat-tuesday-new-york-bar-specials/</span><br /><br />And what's with the big belly picture with lines?<br />How sure are you it means pregnant lady?<br />The stickmen got some femininity meh?<br /><br />Nope!<br />It can mean a really really fat man or women (no gender bias kan) with a big belly.<br />The sign is trying to say, save the sits for fatter people because they couldn't stabilize their weight if the train swing from left to right!<br />Fat people have weaker legs because they have to balance on extra weigh. It is scientifically proven.<br />Or it may mean that it is not healthy for any who have just filled up their stomach to stand because it is bad for digestion!<br />MAKE SENSE RIGHT!<br /><br />Like I sad... A thousand word.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUvwfhhtgdehFK9U1b4kE3_pbmEcycIpDjA0kg1edg6Q_VzxQg5G0M8AsEXHnweXSAWy5PjdvTeSSfZQ0-Qj-tx8PSSVT0TfOihSwcCIa0wObJaMpiqVUF0-KshPPRYo-bdOAuKCUoM_4/s1600/blogscans_013.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUvwfhhtgdehFK9U1b4kE3_pbmEcycIpDjA0kg1edg6Q_VzxQg5G0M8AsEXHnweXSAWy5PjdvTeSSfZQ0-Qj-tx8PSSVT0TfOihSwcCIa0wObJaMpiqVUF0-KshPPRYo-bdOAuKCUoM_4/s400/blogscans_013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546762912496637314" border="0" /></a>THE THIRD PICTURE IS JUST PLAIN "Lame People Discrimination."<br />I don't recall lame people are 100% hunched back.<br />Are the designer trying to say that these lame people are so weak they can't even hold their heads up high?<br />Are the designer trying to say that they PITY THESE LAME PEOPLE FOR SUCH LAME REASON?<br />Can't the stick man be sitting straight?<br />What's with the hunch?<br />Walao....<br />Not right lor...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_DyZkneU__UUPexlv18VaokcHxI-m1oUpAnnO-czHZo0MGS_tUE_jSL6L3Bqo4Q84-_V_gQNZy_E6v2bKfZuImo5Z2mv1-5yVxKtllUIwMBG_XmRPK_NccvGnjfkclMXf2tmjYh96pI/s1600/yellow_boots.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_DyZkneU__UUPexlv18VaokcHxI-m1oUpAnnO-czHZo0MGS_tUE_jSL6L3Bqo4Q84-_V_gQNZy_E6v2bKfZuImo5Z2mv1-5yVxKtllUIwMBG_XmRPK_NccvGnjfkclMXf2tmjYh96pI/s400/yellow_boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546762911323034242" border="0" /></a>The last one is a bit obvious but I still think brains that are more active than mine could think beyond the crane. =D<br />All I thought was people with knee length boots deserve a good spot for their terrible fashion =P<br /><br /></div></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What I'm trying to say is....<br />Good job designers...<br />I find your sign board extremely hilariously especially when I was in such moody mood.<br />But I think a little more words could be more effective to carry out your meaning cause people using the public transport these days are obviously not comprehending and respecting your message.<br />I think, words would help.<br />Please hire mass commers like me and put us into good use in explaining your message =D LOLZ<br /><br />What about you guys?<br />Any inspiration from those four figures?<br /></div>inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-26621682197144469242010-11-29T23:05:00.003+08:002010-11-29T23:07:27.314+08:00Diabetic Sweetness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWmkkGAnsM7NVKKZz-rnB1_PuCp8BUuCLgbDrjE7wzW42nI8OU0n0OCiXCSdb3x-3H3pEbeUri5WB00TRJ5KSVHKgT-NDRKWm9gmzVO6f-dv1zsKc0GarjLV2P9CtPhTQUcK0T34w86I/s1600/IMG_0607.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWmkkGAnsM7NVKKZz-rnB1_PuCp8BUuCLgbDrjE7wzW42nI8OU0n0OCiXCSdb3x-3H3pEbeUri5WB00TRJ5KSVHKgT-NDRKWm9gmzVO6f-dv1zsKc0GarjLV2P9CtPhTQUcK0T34w86I/s400/IMG_0607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544988142679955010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCZauvGRJ1RQe29RykYbY8VnbzQESt-orH8XleAPQVES6RKGkhZDAEoEv3AZqhbI6dOb9QqcvTs6IJmJbOxHnT2vwDEhcjtogtEiZknMPCq97TDfcMDwjj_m5A8-E2v0qv3gC6VrwjSQ/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCZauvGRJ1RQe29RykYbY8VnbzQESt-orH8XleAPQVES6RKGkhZDAEoEv3AZqhbI6dOb9QqcvTs6IJmJbOxHnT2vwDEhcjtogtEiZknMPCq97TDfcMDwjj_m5A8-E2v0qv3gC6VrwjSQ/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544988135913103906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Weee I made dessert! =D<br />It taste better than ice cream ^^<br />But M&M still wins<br />Cooking fruits seems stupid...<br />BUT TASTE DAMN GOOD HOT!<br /></div>inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-18265610605660811562010-11-29T11:22:00.003+08:002010-11-29T11:28:52.913+08:00Don't try this at home!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBsGGC2f11Ol7-LD5ph4iSbbwYBvdzPQZGvc-xKs0YsKPKZhOhS-OUqJ0FCjeiVmQMnQL2IJmPTBxP6znElLaAR6nY7zWAlDCvod8wFn3Q_U-9nKV8dkPTrw3f_Pt8hDQqF6zvqLMn9Q/s1600/IMG_0604.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBsGGC2f11Ol7-LD5ph4iSbbwYBvdzPQZGvc-xKs0YsKPKZhOhS-OUqJ0FCjeiVmQMnQL2IJmPTBxP6znElLaAR6nY7zWAlDCvod8wFn3Q_U-9nKV8dkPTrw3f_Pt8hDQqF6zvqLMn9Q/s400/IMG_0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544807506650107314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I have been reading list of magazines for fun these days.<br />And I saw one particular article on Detoxifying from cleo...<br />The article is pretty interesting in a sense that it doesn't seems like a proper life to eat and live that way =P<br />BUT BUT BUT..<br />it is the result and healthier life we hope for kan?<br />So I thought of trying one of their recipes for detoxification.<br /><br />AND LOOK ABOVE! THAT IS MY HASIL KERJA...<br />I'm still having doubts on drinking it....<br />You know why?<br />Ingredients: CELERY, apple, lemon, carrot, GINGER, and BEETROOT (which explains the color).<br /><br />Smells like crap...<br />=(<br />Who wanna share it with me?<br /></div>inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-25672588473405807462010-11-12T00:14:00.004+08:002010-12-28T12:31:41.236+08:00Scamper!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueevFlYxIMiXR3seWAklD24x5H4FoGSIy83ByRcjSxbS6BBKXqoZldLLQo6yLHwG_EsF6OEKsPZADzuaqdPJTWUh423HFvSJ6bzMUOfOYu3KSgZQRKRLIy7yt_G-DJ6vXWV7pjs5lUR4/s1600/Snapshot_20101112.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueevFlYxIMiXR3seWAklD24x5H4FoGSIy83ByRcjSxbS6BBKXqoZldLLQo6yLHwG_EsF6OEKsPZADzuaqdPJTWUh423HFvSJ6bzMUOfOYu3KSgZQRKRLIy7yt_G-DJ6vXWV7pjs5lUR4/s400/Snapshot_20101112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538326799217026418" border="0" /></a><br />I just love Carol Lee Siew Wei =D<br />Hahaha this girl is superbly adorable.<br />I'm a messy and an unorganized person.<br />So if you were to give me something, don't expect it back in a perfect form if you don't warm me before hand.<br />This girl noticed I left her blue elephant in my cupboard unattended for few weeks and probably told me about it for weeks, but she never stopped giving me souvenirs!<br />HAHA I remember she warned me, I just couldn't remember how to deal with it. XD<br />So this time, when she returned from Penang and got me this cute little souvenir, she sarcastically said "I wonder if I will still see it next time..."<br />LOLZ<br />I quickly replied, "You see, I was thinking the exact same thing. So no worries, I told myself I'm going to bring it home, so it will definitely be at home =D"<br /><br />See! Isn't the pen cute!<br />Look at what is written on it!<br />SCAMPER!<br />"At first I saw a monkey shaped pen and it suited u well, that was before I saw 'scamper' on this one with rabbit on it and I immediately made up my mind!" she said before falling into a hysterical fit of laughter.<br />HAHA I couldn't help but laugh as well!<br />Thankfully I see "lovely" written on the pen as well.<br /><br />I'm sure "lovely" was the main objective right, Carol!<br />=D<br />You fool!<br />Thank you for the lovely pen ^^<br /><br />ps: I attached the blue elephant to my wallet. So now its at 50/50 risk of being missing with my wallet but at the very least, you will see it more often =D<br /><br />//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////<br /><br />On a completely unrelated chapter,<br />I fell in love with this scene in the 8.30pm hong kong drama, No regrets!<br />I felt there is something deep about friendship and trust to be learnt from such drama.<br /><br />Cast: Kau Ku Liong ( Main lady) and Lau Sing (Main guy)<br /><br /> In an empty street, Kau Ku Liong ran into a phone booth and pushed a few buttons before leaning towards the cold walls, sniffing constantly. She was addicted to the marijuana. The symptoms were showing clearly.<br />The phone in the police station rang and Lau sing answered the phone but there was no one speaking.<br />Kau Ku Liong recognized the husky voice of the receiver but made no attempt to reply. This was the voice that told her a week ago he couldn't afford being her friend anymore. He isn't a superman, just an average Joe. Who is he to mess with big guns like her? To support and help her. The voice that once gave her all the confidence and power has now turned into the voice that could only say no. Ironically, in her moments of dismay and lost of hopes, this is the only voice she wished to hear.<br /><br />"Is this Kau ku liong?" Lau Sing said.<br /><br />In fear of being found out, she quickly hung up the phone and ran as fast as she could as she find shelter in her car. She cried. She sobbed heavily. Sadness creep into her soul reminding her the fact that she is now officially all alone in this cruel world without a single soul who would listen to her. As if matter couldn't be worse, she is forced to take marijuana just to hide her true intention.<br />Marijuana is her family business. She hated it. She burnt them all up despite the disapproval of her dad. She would do anything just to have that moment again. Taking marijuana to create the false imagery of her own may be tough today, but this girl live a big dream. A true heroin indeed.<br /><br />But could she pull through when she is already half dying in addiction?<br /><br />She soon found the energy to drive back to her office where she satisfy her disgusting addiction.<br />Lau Sing was hiding near her office as he watched this noble friends of his doing things she swore she will never do. Her entire image and her actions were so unfamiliar to him, he couldn't tell who was she anymore.<br /><br />Another night for two sorrowful souls.<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Lau Sing finds it harder and harder to run away from Kau Ku Liong. He ended up pulling her out from all the marijuana craps and brought her into a church.<br />He wanted to help her get over the addiction.<br />Telling her, "it takes only 2 hours to go through the terrible pain and you will be better soon."<br />She screamed, shouted and cried in pain and agony. She needed the marijuana badly.<br />Lau Sing kept reminding her that he is her friend and he is here to help her.<br /><br />Her voice of hope finally came back to help her.<br />This man is probably the only man who understood her intention and plans is finally back.<br />She looked into his eyes which are filled with sincerity and care.<br />She knew she doesn't deserve this. She couldn't drag another person to hell with her.<br /><br />Concealing the last evidence of desperation, she pushed him aside and demanded him to go away.<br />She reminded him that she isn't someone he could afford to mess with. Spitting out every words he said to her that broke her heart, to push this friend further away. After much said, she closed the door that separates the both of them, hoping that he could never find her.<br /><br /><br />----------------------------<br /><br />Lau Sing found out that Kau Ku Liong is in trouble. She lost something very precious.<br />And the next day, Lau Sing showed up with the things she need.<br /><br /><br />A friend in need needs a friend indeed.<br />----------------------------<br /><br />Keng Sein...<br />There is many things I want to say about this drama, this particular episode.<br />It doesn't end here...<br />But I have like 1k worth of assignment due soon.. LOLZ....<br />So I better stop now....<br />In summary...<br /><br />When Kau Ku Liong said I don't friend you. It means I don't want to get you into trouble anymore.<br />Friends today say I don't friend you. It means they really have no interest of being your friend anymore.<br />See the difference?<br />When a friend is in trouble, she looks for a pair of genuine arms of a friend who would hold her tight and tell her everything is ok.<br />When Kau Ku Liong is in trouble, she shut herself up to avoid causing shits for her friends.<br /><br />I don't just admire the attitude, I love the author of this script!<br />How such deep emotion is drawn out from just two characters.. The kinda process I felt worth acknowledging. The kinda complexity and sacrifices that marks the level of a relationship. The building blocks of a true relationships are understanding, sacrifices, understanding and more sacrifices.<br /><br />Its astonishing to find people getting into relationship these days for fickle reasons. Part of the reason I guess why I'm alone myself.<br />Cause there isn't a point.<br />We are all mistaking stupidity for simplicity.<br />Argh, my lack of vocabulary is killing my self expression.<br />I'm gonna stop now.<br /><br />I love this drama<br />I love the dialogue<br />I love the girl<br />I love it allinkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-26342953496851128472010-11-11T09:57:00.003+08:002010-11-11T11:13:56.381+08:00Every great dream begins with a dreamer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirRXszoauNUowRKm6BPGvvcmPojgDTpbftuNKKc_gGjaP4x55G9fIRJ2TigVWKC3wubum-Zs-lVIJ5QET-5M_emxMURI2Kn5nvi88qrEMrCEJQt7P7hUavvBmh0u84T4ThNbJKME5GkyU/s1600/Maino-PioPio-Cabinet-Incubator.jpg"><br /></a><br />I just love how innovative my dreams could be these days....<br /><br />////////////////////////////////////////<br />I was on my bed since 11pm, kicking and turning, trying to get some sleep without the help of panadols.<br />But sleeping was a little more difficult last night with endless chirping of crickets.<br />Guess where those little love dolls were hiding........ in my roof.<br />I figured that out after knocking every possible hollow space in my room.<br />This is the kinda thing nature gives you when you are struck with fever.<br /><br />The time seemed like it could go on forever when my heartbeat started to paced up and the temperature of my body increased to an unimaginable degree.<br /><br />And before I know it, I fell into a deep yet not so peaceful slumber.<br /><br />I was awaken in a room filled with flying A4 papers in a run down factory.<br />There were faces in everyone of those A4 paper, faces that were unfamiliar to me.<br />The floor was flooded with papers and I naturally picked one by one up and filed them up in a folder before sitting in front of a fire place.<br />I was rather emotionless, just wanted to sit there and watch the fire burning.<br /><br />I caught myself whispering, "the incubator is beautiful."<br />Honestly, I have no idea what the hell is an incubator but the word just appeared and I didn't question it.<br />Out of the blue, my phone rang.<br />I ignored it once and it turned out to be a mistake.<br />Cause the room suddenly filled with lots of different phone ring tones jamming in my brain, challenging me not to answer it.<br />Given up to pressure, I hesitatingly took out my phone and found only one miss call, from a guy I would rather not speak to.<br />The phone and the surrounding suddenly fell into silence and I heard the crack of an opening door from the back of my head.<br />I turned around and to my disgust, it was the guy on the phone that I have been avoiding.<br />I backed up nearer to the incubator, just trying to keep my distance away from him.<br /><br />Well, avoiding leads to no avail as he pace nearer, decreasing the gap between us.<br />I was definitely in fear as I started to feel pain in my stomach and headache all over.<br />He smirked at my misery, spitting out disgusting words to my face "You know I will find you.."<br /><br />Somehow, that exact phrase stabbed me at the right spot, giving me all the confidence to challenge him.<br />Instead of backing up, I pushed my body nearer to his, catching him off guard before giving him a flying kick that sent him straight to the incubator. (Walao, gym is helping!)<br />His body was covered with flames and I laughed hysterically at his pain and burning hair.<br />He cried and screamed in pain like a bitch. What a joyful sight.<br />I think I'm a little bipolar because in between the endless laughter, I started crying.<br /><br />"What have i done, I killed someone!"<br /><br />Suddenly it became my turn to turn hysterically as the fire licked every part of his body, silencing that noisy bastard.<br />I wanted to run away as fast as I could but my legs gave up and I sat there for hours as I watch him disappear.<br />Then two papers were released from the chimney of the incubator.<br />And I saw my friend's face on it. Both of them don't look like his face at all. Both of them are a lot older, filled with wrinkles and uglier. One older than the other.<br />One of them says 30 and another says 60...<br />At the top of the paper, it says receipt.<br />Well it is a pretty portrait even for the ugliest face but I just couldn't figure out what it meant by receipt and the whole faces.<br />Then the third paper came a long and I thought it probably says 90.<br />I turned it around and found my face on it, it is still young......<br /><br />Before I could figure out anything, I was forced to wake up, wanting to go toilet badly. Bloody hell. I went to the toilet quickly and came back to my room, writing down the few words I remember from the dream "Incubator, midlife horror, when we are old and three different faces"<br /><br />Few hours later when I was clearly awake, I looked up the dictionary, trying to find out what is an incubator.<br /><br />Turns out it is a machine that just born babies sleeps in if they are weak or the place where they heat eggs up. LOLZ Dreams...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirRXszoauNUowRKm6BPGvvcmPojgDTpbftuNKKc_gGjaP4x55G9fIRJ2TigVWKC3wubum-Zs-lVIJ5QET-5M_emxMURI2Kn5nvi88qrEMrCEJQt7P7hUavvBmh0u84T4ThNbJKME5GkyU/s1600/Maino-PioPio-Cabinet-Incubator.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirRXszoauNUowRKm6BPGvvcmPojgDTpbftuNKKc_gGjaP4x55G9fIRJ2TigVWKC3wubum-Zs-lVIJ5QET-5M_emxMURI2Kn5nvi88qrEMrCEJQt7P7hUavvBmh0u84T4ThNbJKME5GkyU/s400/Maino-PioPio-Cabinet-Incubator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538124793921754514" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN6eQVOHn9nhMN6yM0DqYq2NKBZU_ZX6Guo1clBkKQL68dr-t8bL0ZA0qrGpA-NJc3FLk9eyAF_GJpa-oiXjBtkgfOylK6HEGv3Sgtxf71fPDsoiYKL8zWFt4DqTfgkB1kMXmdk6EMp3w/s1600/air-shields-isolette-2000-incubator-2_small.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN6eQVOHn9nhMN6yM0DqYq2NKBZU_ZX6Guo1clBkKQL68dr-t8bL0ZA0qrGpA-NJc3FLk9eyAF_GJpa-oiXjBtkgfOylK6HEGv3Sgtxf71fPDsoiYKL8zWFt4DqTfgkB1kMXmdk6EMp3w/s400/air-shields-isolette-2000-incubator-2_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538124793373270898" border="0" /></a>HAHAHHAHAHHAHHHAHHAHHAHAHHAH<br />THERE IS NO FIRE IN AN INCUBATOR YOU FOOL!<br />GG<br /><br /><br /><br />//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////<br />I'm done with the post.<br />Just wanna say sorry for those who couldn't understand what I wrote...<br />It happens all the time... =Dinkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-55589218788245734752010-11-09T17:31:00.004+08:002010-11-09T20:30:45.117+08:00Back to Basics!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDA1qn_JoZpl4GHihEg9gOi6oC9Gm6TnBm5M7tSXX6UHgTEqIxTT3FE_pG4TOUmtrBEnt4Qyz20wUWCTGbh6qDfRNcyi4I5u8kWJDnqRlUXnDLJ6I5diWdEyw8uPVbwsUeanb95b87VA/s1600/Snapshot_20101109.jpg"><br /></a><br />I just love learning things from basics!<br /><br />So why basics?<br />It happened like this....<br /><br />I had this chat with Carol Lee the other morning over coffee regarding world peace and national economy health; debating endlessly on our own point of view... Educational conversation no?<br /><br />Haha<br /><br />Nah, we had our usual girly chat on the Monday morning.<br />Start with the usual agenda; how's ur relationship life coming along, any highlights and whatever that comes along with it.<br /><br />And one particular topic made to the highlight of the day.<br /><br />Topic: <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Valedictorian.</span><br /></span><br />How many of you are still inspired to be the valedictorian of the year?<br />Be featured on tv, newspaper and magazine.<br />Recognize by people beyond your social network.<br />But most of all, challenging the one and only worthy competitor, yourself.<br /><br />Valedictorian was a goal in life that I've completely ignored ever since I entered college.<br /><br />Valedictorian, perfection in scores and grades.<br />It is too much of a task for Lim Keng Sein.<br />My grades or life have never been consistent.<br />It can be good today, terrible tomorrow.<br />At times I will beat myself up wondering how come my best is always the second best!<br /><br />Talking to Carol made me realized a few things about myself.<br /><ul><li>I procrastinate (this is too obvious)</li><li>I got the self esteem of a turtle. Hide for nothing.<br /></li><li>I never practice any basics or follow the step by step instructions in everything I do. (Look at my math) =P</li><li>Most of my creation are free styled (whether they are good or bad, you can tell the work of lim keng sein just by looking at it. it can be my art, math, writing, inspiration, assignments and life).</li><li>I take up many things, but never a master of any. Don't expect me to teach you things I get recognized for cause not I kedekut ilmu, I really don't know how to teach or how I get into that position. I just do them for a short period of time, and forget them the next. Memory power of a full cup.</li><li>I don't work well with procedure or time table.</li><li>My attention span is short. Imagine, micro mini short. Yes...</li></ul>Trust me, all these flaws, one way or another, I'm aware of their existence.<br />But because my life still goes on well and I still make short successes, I guess I kinda belittle their influence in my life.<br /><br />These things have in fact made me the jack in "Jack of all trades, Masters of none."<br />I'm tired of living like a half bucket of water.<br />Multi tasking is no longer fun.<br />For once I want to take up all the basics, practice them well, remember them and then enhance their capability.<br /><br /><ul><li>I want to finally lose those weight with proper training.</li><li>I want to finally finish my assignment without googling for the basic again and again.</li><li>I want to finally paint a picture that looks good, and know I have no problem drawing the same thing again.</li><li>I want to finally look at an empty sheet of paper without thinking oh crap when will I be done, I want to look at it and think, this paper is going to be filled with a HD worthy essay.</li><li>I want to finally be able to give a proper explanation for the things I do, instead of saying, "I just do la... It's random" NO ITS NEVER RANDOM!<br /></li></ul>Damn that feels good!<br />Those Wants will have to wait for now!<br />I don't want to rush things like I used to.<br />I'm going to master all the basics, keep a consistency in my training and see the changes!<br /><br />This will be the first, for the past 19 years of my life, for me to finally take up the challenge to do things in a slower but proper pace.<br /><br />LETS HOPE ALL THE BEST FOR ME! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDA1qn_JoZpl4GHihEg9gOi6oC9Gm6TnBm5M7tSXX6UHgTEqIxTT3FE_pG4TOUmtrBEnt4Qyz20wUWCTGbh6qDfRNcyi4I5u8kWJDnqRlUXnDLJ6I5diWdEyw8uPVbwsUeanb95b87VA/s1600/Snapshot_20101109.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDA1qn_JoZpl4GHihEg9gOi6oC9Gm6TnBm5M7tSXX6UHgTEqIxTT3FE_pG4TOUmtrBEnt4Qyz20wUWCTGbh6qDfRNcyi4I5u8kWJDnqRlUXnDLJ6I5diWdEyw8uPVbwsUeanb95b87VA/s400/Snapshot_20101109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537492201601815026" border="0" /></a>This is what me and Siew Wei thought of.<br />Guess this is the basic for what?<br />Mona lisa face!?<br />This is the basic for my future portrait drawing.<br />I shall draw Siew Wei's face one day when I have enough practices!<br />For now its back to cubes and squares for me!<br /><br />Bloody hell, it looks like egg! LOLZ<br />BACK TO TRAINING!inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-51348747978759930492010-11-06T15:06:00.004+08:002010-11-06T15:29:38.909+08:00I just love Proton Wira!<div style="text-align: center;">I just love Proton Wira!<br /><br />Last Monday, my car overheated early in the morning when I was on the way to college!<br />I seriously don't want to blame my gender for my lack of knowledge on these issues, but honestly, I'M SUCH A GIRL!<br />I didn't know what to do T.T<br /><br />My car overheated when I was stuck in the jam on the way to college.<br />Normal people would stop to let it cool down right,<br />but nooooooooooooooooo.<br />I think my inner self thinks I'm too cool for it.<br />Cause when I see all the car jamming right at my back, I panicked and forced my car to move all the way to college from Midvalley!<br /><br />THAT WAS A LONG RIDE MIND YOU!<br />I saw my exhaust giving out soot like nothing else and I knew I was in deep shit but everyone was using emergency lane to skip the jam... so yah..<br /><br />Like I said, deep shit.<br /><br />But I'm thankful my car made it near to college when it finally gave away its last breath.<br />It was stuck in the middle of a junction but thankfully a nice indian man stopped by to push my car aside so I could walk to my college and call for help.<br /><br />Oh btw, I didn't bring my phone of all day to college. HAHAHAHAHA<br />The whole process of "cleaning up" my car troubled many people...<br /><br />My college buddies, Jinny, Lenny, Aidy, and Kai Lee were there early and they offered to help!<br />but being girls, all of just just stood in front of my car wondering what to do.<br />Ah Yang (Eequin's Bf) on the other hand helped me to wake my brother up =D<br /><br />Eventually the people from the neighborhood helped me to get the mechanics and I had super savers, Darren and Kenji there to console this poor soul from killing myself from the inside =D<br /><br />Darren even bought me baskin robbins ice cream!<br />HAHA life indeed lighten up..<br />In moments of darkness I'm glad I have good friends I could depend on despite being a complete jackass =D<br /><br />I had to trouble my brother to bring me home from college after everything =(<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_Wntcj8QVs-vz6PvxlNwo6Sk5NfRlZlZ-YLhrCdu6YeKTnoX9Ax6tyOzgPgO1w4DqUh8bwx4LkKs2CNS9FJqbOsfXdF3WP3GPGtBYlWFavpqNoF3XJAZNUx5OcIH7sAnFbq7NGqosgE/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_Wntcj8QVs-vz6PvxlNwo6Sk5NfRlZlZ-YLhrCdu6YeKTnoX9Ax6tyOzgPgO1w4DqUh8bwx4LkKs2CNS9FJqbOsfXdF3WP3GPGtBYlWFavpqNoF3XJAZNUx5OcIH7sAnFbq7NGqosgE/s400/IMG_0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536330492014146610" border="0" /></a><br />When I got my car back from the mechanic, I started pampering my car with all the love in the world to express my apology as an insensitive owner.<br /><br /><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>I drove my car at the speed of 80 only.</li><li>I made sure I'm on the right lane as much as possible.<br /></li><li>I took my car out for a car wash and vacuum...</li><li>I cleaned all the trash from the car.</li><li>I fixed the cable that I broke few months ago by purchasing new screws for it! So from now on anyone who needs some cable, KENG SEIN IS ALWAYS AVAILABLE...</li><li>I cleaned my but and filled it with proper carpet, water, umbrellas, and some food supplies incase I get stuck in the middle of the road again =P<br /></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpxXOGbMbCsY2El8DKaq9O2fCw9_OnVTCNSEO0l2_0-GUk0Haijg1Agqwi2CunEyIbVCzvK6ecmi3Sq7p1hj5DxW47iiS1mjusB4XccAqWBglfO8QpTr7VddI8MIk5CgCoQAa06iLSj0/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpxXOGbMbCsY2El8DKaq9O2fCw9_OnVTCNSEO0l2_0-GUk0Haijg1Agqwi2CunEyIbVCzvK6ecmi3Sq7p1hj5DxW47iiS1mjusB4XccAqWBglfO8QpTr7VddI8MIk5CgCoQAa06iLSj0/s400/IMG_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536330485069966562" border="0" /></a>SEE! All ready to be used!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-2ravr5QEhsBc5eFOXb0fCo3td7DEcCe1JyCVRSDKPftvpLdRUNjH2PzQkimOwoGLqyHorRZQbEq2JD6u7bMbySf8Ijp7_R8KdskUbNzILLcYfT1cXQeBLB0O4J_sKdOUT5PvpA9A7s/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-2ravr5QEhsBc5eFOXb0fCo3td7DEcCe1JyCVRSDKPftvpLdRUNjH2PzQkimOwoGLqyHorRZQbEq2JD6u7bMbySf8Ijp7_R8KdskUbNzILLcYfT1cXQeBLB0O4J_sKdOUT5PvpA9A7s/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536330485108738962" border="0" /></a>I have seriously never seen it clean before =D<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAbAEIhtsoAVdeMakBCEoqAx5RWtWzMqtp6clu80EFHtpAPdQnVP-EQ1FlEllfHDdBhEm1PC-o12CNyiTTWNSYKbDE8YsaKrA34DQb7C4fWeuXbGk4RFDweJJfBCiT4K2EgL4EEFKFXE/s1600/IMG_0410.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAbAEIhtsoAVdeMakBCEoqAx5RWtWzMqtp6clu80EFHtpAPdQnVP-EQ1FlEllfHDdBhEm1PC-o12CNyiTTWNSYKbDE8YsaKrA34DQb7C4fWeuXbGk4RFDweJJfBCiT4K2EgL4EEFKFXE/s400/IMG_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536330479658738802" border="0" /></a>Even the tire is polished after being coated with few layers of dust!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-ELAw-rOuDoeppI7xf6IOGH8ANEx9MirQ_FqxRk5mcA1T_N-ft3z_aYiI8ZplS5n4Uk0aYOD7GFG-Zcem_bJUMnQhX2tY8OLnkQ34pmJBmHcHYD-R_d7WpQG3fyeRT9rZSMlj_cKaWY/s1600/IMG_0412.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-ELAw-rOuDoeppI7xf6IOGH8ANEx9MirQ_FqxRk5mcA1T_N-ft3z_aYiI8ZplS5n4Uk0aYOD7GFG-Zcem_bJUMnQhX2tY8OLnkQ34pmJBmHcHYD-R_d7WpQG3fyeRT9rZSMlj_cKaWY/s400/IMG_0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536330481274523970" border="0" /></a>See ^^ Shiny shiny<br /><br />I'm glad I have my car back.<br />The whole experience made me a lil more sensitive towards people.<br />A lil more appreciative towards people and especially motorcyclists =D<br />and a little more careful with my car =D<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqS1KwQkUdL9AYLaKL4uOYAAw-EdkQNWelSY8gPEK1LM0OP9xr0S4GGaT2pwu0WPkJfC5kcj69SI-WZp2HCq6ccbtIgpbuZBl6xFS1ND9hhSQ_3AaV9KWD2ro_UDWy5b6lMcReysJadk/s1600/IMG_0417.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqS1KwQkUdL9AYLaKL4uOYAAw-EdkQNWelSY8gPEK1LM0OP9xr0S4GGaT2pwu0WPkJfC5kcj69SI-WZp2HCq6ccbtIgpbuZBl6xFS1ND9hhSQ_3AaV9KWD2ro_UDWy5b6lMcReysJadk/s400/IMG_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536330641943816642" border="0" /></a>On the random side of the world,<br />This is my little drawing after not drawing for more than half a year...<br />=D<br />I started with the eye balls but I couldn't remember how to draw a lion's nose so I drew a dragon nose instead... But I didn't know how to draw a dragon head so I drew a lion head in the end...<br /><br />Yah... Thank goodness I'm not in the design line..<br />Who knows, a milk bottle might turn out to be a car ^^<br /></div>inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020502114863699719.post-86890407026427350822010-08-24T20:40:00.001+08:002010-08-24T21:06:19.640+08:00I love my brotherI was dead tired today from college<br />When I drove I almost hit a car<br />When I went to get my documents, I almost wanted to sleep there but I brought my laptop and left in the car...<br />When I reached home I took some food and went to sleep with my black tube over my face...<br /><br />After a few hours...<br /><br />My brother came in laughing....<br />Something about what is that over my face..<br />Then he suddenly mumbled "if u don't wake up I'm going to pour water over your face....."<br />Usually I won't take the risk and just reach out for him....<br />But I was so tired I just fall back in my bed and yelled some warning.....<br /><br />Well it didn't worked..<br />I closed my eyes and was waiting for a few drops of water so i can go back to sleep...<br />THAT FOOKER...<br /><br />He took a handful of water and slowly lay it over my head which runs down to my pillow and then to my bed!<br />I got so shocked but I ended up laughing and screaming for towel.....<br />He saw I kept a small towel over my pillow that I slept on and pointed THERE THERE THERE...<br /><br />I was like....<br />"My whole entire head and pillow is wet... What can that tiny thing do? Wipe my tears?"<br /><br />I love my brother...<br />Truly..inkish27http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359564053177414039noreply@blogger.com0