tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27876240034507793982024-02-21T05:59:07.293-08:00"Enter Ur blog title Here" =>Phang Khai Siang.Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-41285174562953666402011-05-11T08:11:00.000-07:002011-05-11T08:32:30.674-07:00The weather is hot, yet it is cold in me.Dear blog,<div><br /></div><div>Having me visiting you again obviously shows dat I ain't happy today. and do u noe y? well, truthfully? Yea. it always has and it is still it. come and go as if im a public parking spot. depended on it and left the next minute. couldnt even care a lil more about it. all i did and wanted to do was to care for her. yet this is wad i got, a greeting, a miss understanding and no reply after dat. God damn it, what have i done to deserve this? what is it about me dat so hard for u to accept me? or at least appreciates me as a fren. Enough taking me for granted. U have broken my heart enough times. A lie so big dat I still couldnt let go. Easy for you to say yet u nvr prove to me dat u r a worthy fren, wad more a close 1. I might hav fall for u but i am not blind. I might be stupid whn u r around but im not an idiot. I can tell de difference when u talk to the others than to me. if he is such a great man den dun fucking find me any more. dun come and tell me ur sad stories jus because u dun hav feelings for me. i have judged u wrongly. U still dun learn your lessons. my dear, hope u r on the rite track. because if one day u r gona cry in front of me. im gona laugh at you. cruel i am, but i aint no a heart breaker. selfish i am, yet i noe how to care for ppl more den you do. a bastard i am, yet i treat every1 around with my heart. joy, sad, happy & anger, every emotion is true and without mask. If u think you understand, if u think u noe. u r deeply, awfully wrong. </div><div><br /></div><div>From,</div><div>PhangKS.</div><div><br /></div>Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-45476990953406965172011-03-25T03:36:00.000-07:002011-03-25T03:57:45.382-07:00Friday, Break of Dawn. From never ending nite of holidays.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Aaaahhh</span>. Days and weeks after, the feeling is still <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thr</span>. Not as painful as it was but its fading already. Not too sure if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dat</span> is good, after all she was really the one I though would b together with. As for now I kinda spending time with another person, some what a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lil</span> strangely because technically v got no feelings for each other. As I hope this is a healthy friendship cause good friends <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">doesnt</span> come everyday, for some people they never even <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hav</span> any good friends. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I should say finally, my way out of this shit hole has arrived. Why i called it a shit hole cos it obviously is, it causes pain and its a fucking waste of time and effort trying to fix the situation when clearly the other party dun <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">giv</span> a damn about me. Or at times i think that person is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">lil</span> blind to see. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Sry</span> for being such an ass, but to a certain extend i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">noe</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">im</span> rite.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some did advised me to forgive & forget. But i found hating her makes me feel better, probably due to my own personality. Surprisingly, even when i treat her badly she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">doesnt</span> get angry. May b she does understand how i feel. Sadly that is not enough for me to forgive & forget. after all, She had made her own decision. That gave away her rights to seek care and attention from me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At this point I have gave up on making you understand. God might be helping me and you leading towards a better life, this could be the right thing to do.</div>Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-79143184392289360302011-01-29T22:21:00.000-08:002011-01-29T22:31:54.373-08:0030/01/11So this is how it really feels like to let some1 you love go. Giving up on all the dreams you had with her. Heart Breaking is an understatement to that feeling. I guess no1 wins everything and this is the game that I kept losing. Im trying to be optimistic, be happy and its not easy. They say you will one day find your true love, does finding the girl that you really love counts? What about the losing her part? As some say we will never be together with the one we really love. May b that's true, at least for me for now. If drinking helps healing I rather get drunk everyday. If talking to some1 helps to heal ill talk till every1 fall asleep. Sadly all that doesnt help. Even time couldnt help me to heal, it can only fade things away. If fading my love for you is the only way out, there's really no other way any more isnt it? As much as I hate this feeling I really hope you will find happiness from him. All the best. I can only pray that one day you will appreciate me. =')Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-1249223867674163092010-11-23T20:11:00.000-08:002010-11-23T20:18:21.042-08:00Not letting go.Back in the days when i was a boy. I was so crazy for food, more like I couldn't let go of them. You noe the feeling of have a super crazy good food that you are having and after you finish eating you still want moreeeeeee. You felt like lifting up the plate and start licking all the remains or even bite the plate itself. <div><br /></div><div>The feeling is back but sadly it is not food, not something you can buy, steal or borrow from. =/</div>Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-63924337702688672072010-11-15T07:39:00.000-08:002010-11-15T07:56:48.588-08:00It was just a dream.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS69Ax6RGbyk3iwIe3BOk2Prn_kqU_H4Y5-ocbInTs9wkRk1wz5VVOY5PjGGV1R6LworXejEMXaZ3beU1ObN1mNEKBSwWbQESKM88wHj436rcPKXW2fR9Q_6v5mVmsYn61Oq88Zu78VPQ/s1600/disappointment.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS69Ax6RGbyk3iwIe3BOk2Prn_kqU_H4Y5-ocbInTs9wkRk1wz5VVOY5PjGGV1R6LworXejEMXaZ3beU1ObN1mNEKBSwWbQESKM88wHj436rcPKXW2fR9Q_6v5mVmsYn61Oq88Zu78VPQ/s1600/disappointment.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I'm so afraid of writing what I wanna say because it would turn out to b so obvious that the person would notice it if he/she does find out my blog. In general term, humans could be so selfish, ignorance and so inconsiderate. I am so God Damn Fucking Sad rite now and so disappointed that this is happening to me AGAIN. <div><br /></div><div>Just imagine, you are a restaurant owner. Ur shop has a rival some where across the town and the competition is fairly hot. This customer walks into your shop, ordered stuff, finished the meal and asked to meet the chef/restaurant owner. So at this point you would b so excited and the conversation started and it continues well. Some where along the line you thought that this guy really likes your food and you thought he is one of ur regulars. Then the weird thing happens, he asked you for opinion about the rival and without hesitation you told him what you think. Finally when the conversation almost over, you found out that the customer is actually ur rival's regular and he is here today because ur the rival is closed for a week. </div><div><br /></div><div>Without consciously knowing that your face actually turned sad and all you wanna do rite now is chase this customer away and ask him to never come back. This might look illogically for business senses but what if this is translated into relationship senses? Hard to get the picture? I truly understand but this is the best I can do without being too obvious. I constantly loses battle after battle. When I finally see a ray of light, life has to shut it down and put me back into misery. This is a lonely road to walk through. </div>Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-33772919943435972612010-11-07T09:27:00.000-08:002010-11-07T09:46:37.721-08:008/11/2010. How much I misses you.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When I'm hungry I eat, When I'm tired I sleep. But in a simplest form of relationship, things are never as straight forward as that. You have no idea how much I would hope that I could tell you how I feel right now. Doing so will only kill it and kill everything else that matters between you and me. I know I haven't really try things out yet and never really do things that what others would normally do. But the little things that I've done so far have only discouraged me by the reactions you gave me. May be its just me, may be i interpreted wrongly what you said to me that night. Those words that did not make sense now starts to reappear and slowly fit into the picture. A single sided effort relationship is not what I am looking, I could be naive but right now I still believe that the person I am looking do exist. I did believe you were that one but now I have more doubts than ever before. The visions I used to have had faded away and all that is left is total darkness awaits me.Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-40762069015818559702010-08-18T04:50:00.000-07:002010-08-18T04:55:15.148-07:00Stuck in a Dream (A real one)!Today I was having an afternoon nap. During that I had a dream, kind of a nice one actually =P. When i was having all the fun, i knew all these are just a dream but I wanted to make sure of that. So i started to think where was I sleeping and I couldn't remember!! After a few sec of thinking I told myself whatever la, just keep it going. hahahaha! And I did until I was awake. Awesome.Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-48909249802865864252010-07-29T19:30:00.000-07:002010-07-29T19:45:28.959-07:00End of an old chapterDate: 30/07/2010<div>Time: 10:31</div><div><br /></div><div>Note: Cloudy Weather, No one around the house</div><div><br /></div><div>At this turning point in life, the stress level is high enough to cause breakdowns in a person's mind. So many things to think about and so many things to do. Naturally people around you also start to act differently, probably also because of the same stress level everyone is experiencing. At times really feel like pressing the reset button of life and start all over again. I've also learnt that material fulfillment will not satisfy the needs and wants of one's soul. In fact those material fulfillment might even distract what you are doing and make things to go even worst than before. Life can really be very empty and hollow if the soul is not satisfy, so hollow that it cause sleepless nights, so empty that it feels like McD bottomless refill. </div><div><br /></div><div>Life aside, this game called Dirt / Dirt 2 is really amazing. Very realistic and fun, just like driving the real thing. Hope that everyone is having a colourful =)</div>Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-68461407696201359352010-06-20T21:36:00.000-07:002010-06-20T21:48:57.938-07:00Wish ListIf you are familiar with US TV shows then you should have heard such thing as a "Wish List" before, like a Oprah's Wish List. Yes I watch Oprah at times. Back then I wasn't able to come out with a Wish List for myself, simply because I know I couldn't get them and also I wasn't that "greedy". Well NOW I do have a Wish List (Finally!) and this is how it goes..<div>1) A REAL punching bag.</div><div>2) A new hand phone. (I dun mind a Iphone but I wanna try HTC)</div><div>3) A HUGE HD TV with,</div><div>4) Hifi Set with,</div><div>5) PS3/Wii with,</div><div>6) Bean Bags</div><div>7) A new car (Ford Focus 2.0 Diesel)</div><div>8) Wireless Mouse</div><div>9) Car Radio with,</div><div>10) Awesome sound system with a bass speaker under my chair. {BoOm-B0oM-BObm}</div><div><br /></div><div>Now you see why they are impossible? Not exactly impossible but very unlikely I will spend money on all of these. =/ Anyways, all the best to those who are having exams.</div>Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-20218180420654702092010-02-12T09:25:00.000-08:002010-02-12T09:44:07.324-08:00[With Him-BabyFace]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaN1IToLfqPKsdHclfhjqi_ufjZtHOxrnghpkeng4lXyZBqkwHmg_KWv8skIMbU6CvKyi5sZkw_BHTZadOzcbx0CJf1OX51O4_rE4QzJJJIxPmoXhkaD036WFQbWuc8a_eEaxuC-f7xa4/s1600-h/13368_love_food_hate_waste.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaN1IToLfqPKsdHclfhjqi_ufjZtHOxrnghpkeng4lXyZBqkwHmg_KWv8skIMbU6CvKyi5sZkw_BHTZadOzcbx0CJf1OX51O4_rE4QzJJJIxPmoXhkaD036WFQbWuc8a_eEaxuC-f7xa4/s400/13368_love_food_hate_waste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437413859813841442" border="0" /></a>Lately i really don't go out much, frequency of twice a week? Hardly speak to any1 except my parents and this could be the reason why lately I have the mood to write on this blog. Well I also very often will talk to myself b4 I go to sleep. I guess writing on blog doesn't make much of a difference from that.<br /><br />Lately I really noticing the passion, love or craziness that I have for food. I do not dare to say I am "Pro" in this field of Culinary or FnB, in fact I really think I'm not any whr close to being a Pro. I just so crazy over food. For example, about 2 hours ago, my parents and I were at the shopping mall and we were discussing where to eat after we leave that place. When we were leaving, the parking lot were jammed up. Just before we successfully escape from the Parking Lot, my mum said "I think we better not go "there" to eat, so jam". So we then decide to eat Bak Kut Teh which is on the way back home, when we reached there, they again cancel the plan. Repeating potong my Stim to eat really piss me off. I'm seriously pissed, for what? I dono. I also notice that during/after my meal I will become a much MUCH happier person. Very noticeable change of mood. Actually I don't think such behavior is bad for reason being<br />1) I'm easy to please(consistent too)<br />2) Food is universally acceptable and pleasing<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">the list goes on and on</span></span><br /><br />Food is a Friend, a Pain Killer, a DRUG.... Killing me slowly and happily.Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-83449462555321298392010-02-09T09:12:00.000-08:002010-02-09T09:46:45.876-08:00"gonna make gonna make gonna make it make it mine"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4tTt0QetZMhG-wPpFene0l0WbbfIGRXTFwpMOuIP-BTadSvNf-OGhD1xtIJzsAKa5TQn60f6c67vqOeJQ-SHFnC0adPhQQSQpKrQ_PwLmo6ABKpSknXFGDrQIMwnZjFIR7PbZbMG1pc/s1600-h/rain2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4tTt0QetZMhG-wPpFene0l0WbbfIGRXTFwpMOuIP-BTadSvNf-OGhD1xtIJzsAKa5TQn60f6c67vqOeJQ-SHFnC0adPhQQSQpKrQ_PwLmo6ABKpSknXFGDrQIMwnZjFIR7PbZbMG1pc/s400/rain2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436301432141191314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The title is just a line from [Jason Mraz-Make it mine] that i heard while I was staring at the monitor thinking what to write. Feelings are very, close to impossible to express them exactly in words. I just got back from the cinema after dropping off a friend. Once I've reached home, I sat alone in the car while watching the rain drops that fell on my car's windscreen. That feeling that i had was so relax and calm.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDMhnPUwjFL6JGONORcHN4Uribzp5UxDbhbTGNHhkMhiydUqoWPr0TdivYJlFXVR6lJtBzuMXq0Lh-qc3TDJ_MbU-pdllp0I1Psa8WkwUdxntftVXOFMRbQgME0s-UmrX8Y5c3wwpfCQ/s1600-h/rain1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDMhnPUwjFL6JGONORcHN4Uribzp5UxDbhbTGNHhkMhiydUqoWPr0TdivYJlFXVR6lJtBzuMXq0Lh-qc3TDJ_MbU-pdllp0I1Psa8WkwUdxntftVXOFMRbQgME0s-UmrX8Y5c3wwpfCQ/s400/rain1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436301424507540562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I like to watch the rains falls, I can still remember clearly the day that I spent an hour watching rain fall during SPM period. That 1 hour gave the strength to continue on to fight for exam. But the love didn't last long because at the same time I just started driving. People say do not drink and drive, I say it is worst to Rain and Drive. The obvious reason for me to say it is because my very 1st car accident that I had was because of Rain/West Road which leads to aqua plane to build up. So when the 2 things that I like comes together I got to choose only 1 of them. Naturally I chose to hate the rain but I do hope that more often that I could enjoy a good rainy day. Rainy days that I could just sit and relaz whie watching time and people to go pass me. I must say this is not the most exciting thing to do in life but sometimes little things like this will recharge a person's life to do something greater at later time.Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-26080780800974031512010-02-03T08:34:00.000-08:002010-02-03T09:31:38.695-08:00In Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNMND6PmDcrVsq1wFNVcf_jg9hoXypyP8ebzZmLvIy7InijdYrW016KVclVkl5DSRg67Q6cgv7a45eWCk7napmyoOEunSWL3-iHRZS5h__aujCNDwuYhAWipT0AsNQYVOTZMkkMX4DEWk/s1600-h/Paint_Your_Love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNMND6PmDcrVsq1wFNVcf_jg9hoXypyP8ebzZmLvIy7InijdYrW016KVclVkl5DSRg67Q6cgv7a45eWCk7napmyoOEunSWL3-iHRZS5h__aujCNDwuYhAWipT0AsNQYVOTZMkkMX4DEWk/s400/Paint_Your_Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434070078576009138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"What is In Love? What is Falling In Love?</span>" Questions like these are the kind of questions that I asked myself a lot of times since God knows when. When i ask those who "had experience", most of them will say some thing like these:<br />1) Will miss him/her a lot(daily)<br />2) Will want to spend a lot of time with him/her<br />3) Will do a lot of things to make him/her happy.<br /><br />etc etc.<br /><br />If these are the definitions of <span style="font-style: italic;">Love</span>, there was once a person that im willing to do all that for her. But, very unfortunate that back then I have to place studies in 1st place. Right now she is so far away from me and she gave her heart to some1 else. Once i was so crazy about her and waited for her to wake up outside of her house for hours. That's something that I might not do to some other girls any more. Im just so tired of this <span style="font-style: italic;">Love Game</span>. Its too much competition to stay focus, too complex to be any fun. All I wanted to do is to be with her and Love her. Even if we do not speak a word or make a sound, to be with her and spend time together is all that i ask for. Knowing that she is safe and happy is such a great feeling.<br /><br />Well the truth is it wasn't really that picture perfect, there are things that she do sometimes really irritates me. But think back about them makes me laugh some times. Not sure if she have much memories of me really. Cos it was really a 1 way traffic, I didn't really tell her that i like her also. But she is a very smart girl i must say, Im sure she knew it long ago edy. There are things that I did that was very obvious actually. I only wish that she liked me back then, but i doubt it. She is always the "high demand" girl, just like a magnet, a very attractive 1. At least I knew a few got attracted strongly, Im one of them ofcos.<br /><br />Some times she's a bit dumb dumb lidat, (haha!) she's so cute and irritating at the same time. May be that is the reason why is she so attractive. Like a little girl, feel like protecting her from the world. Deep in me i know she don't need any protections, but she tend to open herself up and get hurt by her bf. May be its an effect carried forward by the previous relationship with another boy. Hope she doesn't hurt herself by her current bf anymore.<br /><br />Why am i writing this? I'm not in desperation to get into a relationship. But it could be a good thing to have a girl to love and to be loved. I get a bit confused some times in the topic of Love. Hope I will find The One soon to spice up my life a bit. =)Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-73981258758310016182010-01-17T10:15:00.000-08:002010-01-17T10:16:25.994-08:00HiDear ( ),<br /><br />I really hate U. U want to lose a fren u gona get it. Good luck.<br /><br />From,<br />KSKhai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-6780195310003426772009-10-29T07:05:00.000-07:002009-10-29T07:18:25.204-07:00I am Standing StillYou the feeling;<br /><br />There's a box in front of u, the choice of opening it or not will change your life forever. Like i always say, it leaves a mark in life. Any choice will change your life to Very good or Very Bad and there's no way of telling which will be it. Here I am, standing still. So afraid to make a move. I really need guidance.<br /><br />I would normally ask my mum what to do, but I have 50% guess that she will say "No". If that's her really answer than it might be a lil heart breaking for me. I'm not sure if such chance will appear again in the future, and i also not sure if this is my best chance.<br /><br />It feels like walking into darkness, not knowing what's on the other side of it.Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-61341731243193093362009-10-17T20:38:00.000-07:002009-10-17T20:45:18.927-07:00Steffie and Jia Yeng talking thru msn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibpqGX0G9Hc6FD3v80DlCbc_0969QFWAA8vhoxsjFBiEegjRI8gih8fQjU9pT-u6DyXClfhY_1AQjLrFvIIT2SeQdNQn2DK-pDZc0DmMXDfeGc0fnMjK_Vm3eP61WepUT7cQiyGeDT8Oc/s1600-h/1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibpqGX0G9Hc6FD3v80DlCbc_0969QFWAA8vhoxsjFBiEegjRI8gih8fQjU9pT-u6DyXClfhY_1AQjLrFvIIT2SeQdNQn2DK-pDZc0DmMXDfeGc0fnMjK_Vm3eP61WepUT7cQiyGeDT8Oc/s400/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393780982665019650" border="0" /></a><br />Haha! hope any1 of u 2 will see this.Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-87177666022379219582009-09-01T20:36:00.000-07:002009-09-01T20:37:54.798-07:00twisted ankle<b>twisted my ankle when i was playing basket ball. Chong Hong told me i step on the ball, which i total hav no clue of. So.... DAMN the ball..<br /></b>Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-33419309040699679182009-08-27T09:31:00.000-07:002009-08-27T09:35:39.313-07:00The Chocolate FeelingJust finish watching a HK love show, [我的最爱]. Its very nice. and after watching im having this Chocolate Feeling. No not that love feeling.<br /><br />Its more of that very good feeling but at the same time you noe each bite u take its gona kill you slowly. Well i cant have too much sugar, thats y its killing me if i take choc.<br /><br />Anyways. Check out that movie. Lots of chicks too. =)Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-57079264484671198002009-08-10T20:40:00.000-07:002009-08-10T20:50:20.707-07:00I'm back<div style="text-align: left;">Long time no write something here on my scribbling board.</div><div><br /></div><div>So What Do i Have to SAY? haha.</div><div><br /></div><div>I bought a new pair of shoe! it's call, NIKE lava Dome CI.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2C-qTmvafZdc62G84F0oiTIi2wSZKw0qdL8KGcNaGG9d6iPjaYwaydD_ESbIkgI3AKO2J82dwu0BzvYZ3imGNcI5telpQHYzFwGfPUaR7k_CRhrDbUUclN1OnyCzVqsRwGrML-ZcOyo/s400/sneakerhead_2062_86438109.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368546557933348610" /><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8o5lc_9NRGDsGEz4cL6UeNxTC3YWA4rpoaPAUbc5gv0Zr-wVw1FCym7jnKoKS0KN76_8Wj111MRDbXiGsBMQvDV0qNoR5jEajUg-KzPzyGlWOU1CgmUJAGRqePuroPkqEbnEDALXDwYM/s400/sneakerhead_2062_86483944.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368546561744518898" /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Yeaaa... Awesome rite? U might think its weird but wait till u see it. Wuhuuu~ Some how i feel great wearing it to school, makes me feel like i've upgraded in some way. LOVE IT. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyways, enough trying to make u understand how i feel. Yesterday I went check out Monash BlackBoard and DL-ed a few lect videos. The videos are dead boring! but damn good as compared to stupid lecturer who teaches in sunway. i guess i'll try this video thing, may b i will score better this time. =)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Lately i im so bored, still waiting my dexter season 3 ( should b getting them this afternoon). </div><br /><div> </div></div>Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-37957023847471418332009-07-19T10:14:00.000-07:002009-07-19T10:30:57.130-07:0020/07/09, 0115Few more hours later will be my 1st day in Uni for a brand new semester. My results for last sem same as the sem before. Shocking. Way far from what i expected to have. I believe i worked hard enough to get what i expected(can't say the same for my last subject) but turns out to be different. I'm on the Giving Up Mood now, not sure what to fight for anymore. But that's not fair to my parents to work even hard than me to pay for my fees.<br /><br />I think i really need a change, but the usual me also fail to change much. Not only when those times which all went so smoothly for me. >.< Want to complain to someone but no one could actually help but myself. =/<br /><br />Tony Stark says: "World peace is when you having a bigger stick than others"<br />I say: "Life is when you have a bigger and a more shinning stick than others"<br />What is life when there is no money and power?Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-90617066258500307662009-07-03T20:53:00.000-07:002009-07-03T20:58:04.343-07:00A lovely morning to start a dayA nice morning i'm having rite now. Dl-ed lots of MJ songs. Just wanna say MJ, RIP.<br /><br />Anyway, I wanna know what could make a nice morning for u.<br />1) A box of Choc Milk (AWESOME!)<br />2) A nice bowl of noodle (I like Pork Noodle)<br />3) Woke up with nice music playing<br /><br />Have a nice morning every1Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-16767922554756047922009-06-08T04:32:00.000-07:002009-06-08T04:48:13.811-07:00The World is a Stage, and We all Have a Roll to Play. WAIT! PAUSE!Last Friday, went down stairs to have a break after from studying. I was just in time to catch this documentation call "Home". Another show about global warming. I really like it, i like this kind of things. Then I started to think, people always say that a boy will one day grow into a man some day. A man who is responsible and mature. But if u know the seriousness of damages caused by human in such short time, and the damage is increasing exponentially, it make me feel that almost no one on earth is a man. Why do we wait until the damage is so serious then only we start to react.<br /><br />=/ Everything we learn in school are all base on selfishness. Because we want to live a comfortable life, that's y we research, we discover. We are making this world a worst place to be in while we hide in our beautiful 4 by 4 cube chilling on air-con, eating food that we do even know whats in it. Think about it im actually part of it. Feel like changing but my head keeps telling me the air-con is jus so damn good. McD is jus too awesome to let go.<br /><br />Hmm... a few more days to 21. I guess its better i stay as a boy when I still have the chance. Think about all these later in life. XD (alien's gona come and hunt me)<br /><br />To watch the documentation pls click <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqxENMKaeCU">HERE</a>(on youtube, HD)Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-60282923644906473112009-05-20T18:08:00.000-07:002009-05-20T18:29:01.585-07:00illuminati<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZPtKEesy6wTwUYxk8xx7fAPk6VkjZeGBmyrqshtdbt2fYoI2uyC5tBi52uyIcywuZfivwS7Wm8kKgVBoqX0P-Xrq2_gx-gJK4sFnSMdCEi6DWjWLMRdt1W7SVlDZ3XUUP4fyfOAiXbk/s1600-h/illuminati_art.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZPtKEesy6wTwUYxk8xx7fAPk6VkjZeGBmyrqshtdbt2fYoI2uyC5tBi52uyIcywuZfivwS7Wm8kKgVBoqX0P-Xrq2_gx-gJK4sFnSMdCEi6DWjWLMRdt1W7SVlDZ3XUUP4fyfOAiXbk/s400/illuminati_art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338079277358980578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(Picture from http://www.gravsports.com/Ice%20pages%20Folder/Route%20Descriptions/Illuminati.htm)</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hehehe</span>. Just watched Angels and Demons yesterday, loved it as much as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Da</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">vinci</span> Code. But want i found very amazing the this "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">illuminati</span>" <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="mw-headline"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ambigrams</span>.</span></span> First of all, the whole story behind this word (according to the story) is a group of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">scientist</span> coming together, contributing to the growth of technology, well <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">im</span> an engineer. Second, you can read it the same way up or down.<br /></div></div><br />Awesome.<br /><br />Anyways. About the "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Rome</span> will be consumed by light" thing. I really thought it was true, cause E=<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">mC</span>^2. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">hahaha</span>. But I just googled it and it says that its not TRUE! In fact a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">CERN</span> official pointed of that they had produce lots of antimatter and their power are almost same as a firecracker. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">HAHa</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Disappointed</span> very very much. Im sure i have seen illuminati words before, never noe its that cool.Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-25832304333538114402009-05-10T04:50:00.000-07:002009-05-10T04:51:37.508-07:00Sundays`I hate sundays, not because mondays got class or anything. Even during holidays i will get headache during sundays. someone explain?Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-85986102184352317432009-04-11T11:44:00.000-07:002009-04-11T11:55:14.655-07:0012/04/2009 0245Its been a long time since the last time i saw u. Wonder how have u been. Late at night before going to bed suddenly i though of U. But then i told myself its useless even if ur still around. So much i miss you means nothing if u dun even remember me. Even whn ur around, i dun get much attention from u cos ur always thinking bout some1 else. A thousand words i wanted to tell you, feelings i want to share with you but there's never a chance i can do all that. So i just wanna say<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hey, how are you? Hope you are happy. I really miss you"</span></span>Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787624003450779398.post-38998970074983308772009-04-07T08:24:00.000-07:002009-04-07T08:25:17.765-07:00Cool ad from Mercedes<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fZb_3pgjFs&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fZb_3pgjFs&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Khai Sianghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00042627167455128622noreply@blogger.com0