<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:56.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kee Lin's Secret Showcase</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-114457129207451979</id><published>2006-04-09T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T03:34:15.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dayz</title><content type='html'>Maine called me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you called me back?" She demanded as soon as asked her 'What You Want?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You called?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are supposed to call me back, remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh That! Haha...I thought you are supposed to call me back" Now I remeber. I did received a call from her yesternoon, while having Bak Kut Teh with Yong and Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liar!" That's her verdict. I didn't even have the chance to fight for my case. Well... That's what you get (most of the time) when you have a bitch for a best pal. You can't have the best of both world. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was complaining about her life. About how boring it was and all. She said, "Everytime he made me angry, he will buy me chocolate. And when he book out on thursday, we will have dinner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we can't even stay out late as HE has to send his brother home!" She end that off with a distress note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? He have to send his brother home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes... I'm only 21 and I don't want to led a life of a 40 years old!" Sounding as distress as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what I mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes... Though I'm single, but yar, I understand!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-114457129207451979?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/114457129207451979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=114457129207451979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/114457129207451979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/114457129207451979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-dayz.html' title='Happy Dayz'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-114390063887840354</id><published>2006-04-01T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T06:10:43.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was digging in my cupboard earlier on, when I saw my collection on TY toys there. In case you don't know, TY toys are actually soft toys. It contain beans in em, instead of te normal wool. Thus earn them the name, Beanie Babies. This line of soft toys is like no others you can find out there. Each of them come with a birthday, if I ain't wrong, their birthday is the day that they were 'sewn together'. And after sometime, it was made 'retired', as in the company won't make that particular design anymore. So, it's worth a collection. The other thing worth mentioning is that the material that they used, when held under the light, will sort of give a shimmering effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd stopped collecting for a long time already, ever since poly? However, I bought one last year, a ghost. It's a halloween special, which add 2 out of 3 to my collection. I don't have the first one, because when I start my collection, it had already retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other person who is into this collection, in my family, was my Da-jie, Joanne. She'd some of the cool ones that I don't even have. For example, Scorch the Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be this place in Wheelock that sell the beanies. The Beanie Barn. The beanies sold in this shop cost slightly more because the owner actually went down to the factory to handpick the very good one. The one that are sewn together properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure brought back lotsa memory. I feel kinda old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-114390063887840354?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/114390063887840354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=114390063887840354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/114390063887840354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/114390063887840354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-digging-in-my-cupboard-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113396560677551369</id><published>2005-12-07T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T06:26:52.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my last night here in Singapore, and for the next 2 weeks, I'll be away to Tekong. I heard lots of people say, "Serving N.S will turn a boy into men!" In my own opinion, that's a very lame statement. It must be made by some egoistic man, who happen to find that serving N.S is a 'Wow' factor in life. Don't laugh, don't be amaze, because I really come across taht certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remebered coming across this statement, "It's women who turn boys into men!" (That I agree) haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with my cousins yesterday. Initially, was supposed to meet up with Joanna but her wisdon tooth got the better of her, so have to call it of. Speaking of which, I haven't seen her since Secondary School. The closest to it, if my memory desn't fail me, is when we went back to celebrate our results. My batch happened to help our school get into the top 40 or whatever. The treat? A splendid (as if) spread of buffet which include chwee kueh... Seriously, I don't have the face and heart to name out the others 'spectacular' dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Mei's house and we had pizza. I don't have to pay as it was Ying Qi's treat. Haha. Fay was there. I haven't seen her for quite a long time, ever since my birthday celebration. As usual, she was going on about her weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, Mei had to go out and meet Jason (Zhong Se Qin You...Haha), which leave the 3 of us. We went Jurong Point, and spend the next few hours getting into one of those chats. It's really great. The feeling I mean. Tell me, what could be more fun then sitting down with some of your best cousin and had a chat over coffee and cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we all chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, by the time I'm out of there, it be X-mas eve. Cya. Till then~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113396560677551369?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113396560677551369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113396560677551369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113396560677551369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113396560677551369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-my-last-night-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113366199038090073</id><published>2005-12-03T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T03:32:05.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/Picture%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/Picture%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday morning, the girls sort of gave me a 'send off' celebration by meeting up for a KTV session. I'm refering to the ones whom I hang out with most of the times during my stay in Poly. Namely, Lifen, Cindy and the one and only Shirmaine Seow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a hell lot of fun. As usual, Lifen and Cindy get their butt glue onto the torn and tattered cushioned seat. Wheras Shirmaine and I just get onto our feet and stand on the seat, start dancing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy once told Shirmaine, "Keelin go KTV very high one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirmaine, whom so happen to be in the same catergory as I do, told her, "We are just being us!" She's true. What's KTV without a bit of action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, we get into one of those 'being pretty' for their case and 'being handsome' for my case sort of conversation. Shirmaine just wear that haughty look, toss her long hair and said, "No lah... I just got hundreds of clicks in Friendster only!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at her. Somehow, somewhere inside me just tell me to not let her have her moment of triumph. I just tell her flatly, "That's because they couldn't see your double chin in that picture you post in it!" Cindy who was sitting beside me throw in that at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? I was being bitch slapped by Shirmaine in the upper arm area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the KTV, I met up with my prat pal Weilong cum girlfriend for lunch at KFC. Specially requested by me. That fucker! Instead of giving me some traditional consolation, he just kept on splashing those cold water over me... and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided that, as usual, I have to pull him out of that sick trance. So I said, "I don't know why I even bother to meet you up. I don't even get that from Shirmaine. She still gave me some consolation... Unlike you...!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113366199038090073?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113366199038090073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113366199038090073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113366199038090073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113366199038090073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterday-morning-girls-sort-of-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113353720119027323</id><published>2005-12-02T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:49:28.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judd Given the Boot</title><content type='html'>Judd was given the boot. I'm refering to Survivor by the way. This taught me something. It's a real world out there. People are always ready with their knife to slit each other throat. Trust no one, other than yourself. As usual, after the show end, my hand phone ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just flipped open my phone and, "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That show... Did you watch that show?" Shirmaine asked. Somehow, I can sensed that she is somewhat too loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes... I got watch.. Judd is being voted out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That show... That show...!" Oh my god! How many time she plan to repeat that anyway? I was about to say , "We've been through that!" When she say, "Bitch...and Bastard!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113353720119027323?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113353720119027323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113353720119027323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113353720119027323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113353720119027323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/12/judd-was-voted-out.html' title='Judd Given the Boot'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113328009272730412</id><published>2005-11-29T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:19:24.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santana, All That I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Q39ZyHarpw/R58PeXOo_cI/AAAAAAAAABk/59I0094-JdY/s1600-h/AllthatIam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160860712295792066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Q39ZyHarpw/R58PeXOo_cI/AAAAAAAAABk/59I0094-JdY/s320/AllthatIam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much hesitation, I'd finally bought myself a copy of Santana latest CD, All That I Am. I get to know his existence through 'The Game of Love'. A collaboration between him and Michelle Branch. And again, it's their collaboration that I'd bought the CD. This time round, it's 'I'm Feeling You'.  Both of them really make a great combo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be a very busy month for me. With X-mas just round the corner, Orchard be packed full of people doing their shoppings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Today, I come across two very warm customer. They just make you feel very 'worth it'. Ended up, I managed to sell them some of the Bratz collection and the Megamorph. I get a shock by the amount they spent. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that still pissed me off is the fact that people are asking the obvious. They want toys that are very cheap yet don't like the place where they were manufactured. Come on, it's every cent paid for the quality you get. Worse, they just love to say, "Can help me test!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sick urge to tell them, "Then you don't buy better!" However, I think my boss would sack me for that! What to do? The customer is always very right even when they are wrong. As usual, I give it my best with my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113328009272730412?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113328009272730412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113328009272730412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113328009272730412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113328009272730412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-had-bought-cd.html' title='Santana, All That I Am'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Q39ZyHarpw/R58PeXOo_cI/AAAAAAAAABk/59I0094-JdY/s72-c/AllthatIam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113319137431489694</id><published>2005-11-28T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T07:22:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had been very busy these few days. If everything goes according to plan, I will be put in charge of ISETAN Scotts. My pay is higher there, which I'm very happy of. My job? Make sure that the promoters didn't slack. As what Joanne, my colleague, told me, "Qi Lin, you don't do! Get them to do and you oversee it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, at that time, shifting the toys to make them look appealing. My mindset is, I'm there, I'm free, why not? I mean, I start off as a promoter, which is like 4 years ago, and naturally, I know what kind of shit they have to go through. Stand there for 8 hours, smiling, and playing the toys. Even if the toys are boring, you still have to make it seem that it is so very beyond fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, Joanne pulled me aside to tell me not to be too-friendly with the promoter, for fear that they step all over me in the future. Come on. It's bad enough that you have to stand there for 8 hours (be it willingly or unwillingly), what for add people bossing you around to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Shirmaine the other day that we (promoter ) are even earning less then the prostitues. Basically, we do the same things. Stand there, smile, waiting for customer to come. The only difference is that we won't be carrying an umbrella, and of course having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like slapping some of the customers at time. Just yesterday, I came across a very hao-lian one. The way she walked, and she looked at people, is like she is the richest woman in the world. When she is out of my sight, I just turned to my promoter and tell them, "She si beh hao lian! Cannot Tahan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get Santana CD tml!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113319137431489694?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113319137431489694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113319137431489694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113319137431489694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113319137431489694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/had-been-very-busy-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113288911777258610</id><published>2005-11-25T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:25:17.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know about you guys, but I come to realise that women always find that they are very fat, and that includes the thin ones too. When asked them, "You are not very fat mah!" They will sure pinch (somehow they just managed to force it out.! Don't aske me how though)out a lump of fat for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestest pal, Shirmaine is no exception. She, too, is always saying that she is fat and need to go on a diet. The previous time she told me that was getting ready for her boyfriend, Lionel, commission ball. However the next morning, after declaring that she is on a diet, she is, in fact, eating a plate of curry rice for breakfeast, which Lionel asked her sacarstically, "New diet formulae?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two night ago, she made another of those "I'm going on a diet' statement. I was thinking to myself, 'Not Again!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening, I received a phone call ( again) from her. Somehow, I feel like a cheap call-boy. Like I always said, in fact I'm the one who come out with it, I'm not the ex, ain't the current, and clearly isn't the loverboy, so why is she bothering me with stuffs like that? She even discussed her rebonding issue (hair) with me. Some cool friends I'd got, yar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what?" she asked excitedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Due to the fact that I'd got lots of surprises from her before, nothing really (about her) wow me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm walking home from Jurong East!" Now that's a surprise! I don't remeber her being that sporty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I just go and buy dinner. Hor Fun! This is great isn't it? I be enjoying my Hor Fun while you are walking!" Sometimes, I tend to be a bit on the wrong side. As in being a sadist. The mere thought to people who is suffering, really excite me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a silence for a while (about a few seconds) before she retort, "Why you like that one huh? I still thought of getting some support from you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar, I'm giving you my support! Not to give in to temptation!" I said in a as-a-matter-of-fact way. In this case I'm refering to my Hor Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I call when I reach home! Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 10 plus then I realised she haven't call me yet. I was getting worried. She is dead ...on the way home? So I ring her up, which I eventually regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it get through, I said, "So you made it home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar! I'm having soup now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I call you later?" She asked. Given a choice, of course I say NO, and that's what I reall did, I turned her down flat, "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut Up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by, "Call you later!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a, "Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113288911777258610?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113288911777258610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113288911777258610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113288911777258610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113288911777258610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-know-about-you-guys-but-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113281654550461774</id><published>2005-11-24T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:15:45.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I lost abot $100 RM to the Jackpot!" I tell Shirmaine about my lost during our chat last night. Talking to her had always been fun. It's so entertaining because you won't know what she will say or do. I just enjoy our current relationship. Like I tell always tell ehr, "I love you, Maine! But not in the Boyfriend Girlfriend way!" Haha... She feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar! You rather lost it then buying me a gift!" She said grudgingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... Everything is of no class there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar...As if...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I did thought of getting you s&lt;em&gt;anitary pad&lt;/em&gt;! Made is Malaysia... but I think you will kill me for that!" Seriously, I did really thought of getting her that but... like I say... she will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sanitary Pad&lt;/em&gt;? What&lt;em&gt; sanitary pad?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like slapping her on the head? If you don't, I do! Oh My God... Since when did that term have a double meaning? I just questioned her, "You don't know what is that? Who is the one who've been using it for years! Or you prefer the term &lt;em&gt;kote&lt;/em&gt;x?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recovering her her girlish giggle, she said (much to my 'unbelievability'), "No, I prefer the term &lt;em&gt;'niao pian'!"&lt;/em&gt; Which in chinese stand for diapers. The one that babies always use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that sanitiary pad thing, we got on to Harry Potter. Like me, she is also an avid fan. I'm thinking whther or not to start the sticker collection. As usual, I turn to her for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think I should start the sticker album collection?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sticker collection?" (What's so profound of that term anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one where there is number and you stick them to it!" I explained, trying to hide (very hard) my patience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you already?" She slammed that back to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...it's Harry Potter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should collect them together!" She annouced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was the one who asked me how old am I earlier on?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113281654550461774?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113281654550461774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113281654550461774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113281654550461774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113281654550461774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-lost-abot-100-rm-to-jackpot-i-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113275289355728928</id><published>2005-11-23T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T06:04:47.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirmaine Called Again!</title><content type='html'>"Someone in my office 'saboh' me!" Shirmaine annouced, after questioning me on why didn't I called her up upon reaching Singapore last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before being rudely interrupted by her, I was being the loser me (again) doing a mini concert (again) in my room. This time round, I was singing Coco Lee 'So Crazy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like telling her, "I'm not your ex, ain't your current, and certainly not your loverboy !" Insteand, I managed a "How?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They send email to everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I still don't get the picture. "Yar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I forget to logged off the other time, and they send email to everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her flatly, "Don't care about them. It's always been like that. The fat and ugly get jealous of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar...true lah hor!" I managed to get some happiness back into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't get it... Why should they be jealous of someone with small breast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a very cold laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113275289355728928?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113275289355728928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113275289355728928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113275289355728928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113275289355728928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/someone-in-my-office-saboh-me.html' title='Shirmaine Called Again!'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113267349222923277</id><published>2005-11-22T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T07:31:32.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home Sweet Home. It's great to be back home in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 3 days had been really fun for me. Gone are the days where I will go for the Outdoor Theme Park and visit the arcade. Now, I patron the Casino. Though I didn't make a killing, but it's really fun. Just sitting down in front of the Slots Machine and watch the colorfull images spinning themselves before settling down on different combination, determining whether or not you win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things that really yucks me is the food and their customer services. We went to KFC to settle our lunch. The staff must out my potato wedges, and I have to go back for it. She threw me a really disgusted looked, thinking that I'm out to cheat the wedges, because she feel that she had already gave me mine. This is so ridiculous. I really don't know what to think. The fact that I'm being treated that way or the fact that I'm being wronged as a cheap 'cheater', cheating KFC's of it's wegdges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I had seen the worst, I had seen better. The movie queue. We agreed upon Chicken Little and joined in the long queue. The system is just so strange. You have got one person in charge of clicking the seats on the screen and collecting the money and the other person (who is standing just right beside the first) asking people what show they want and announcing the price. While serving customer, they were also actively involved in a chat behind the cashier counter with 3 other staff. That doesn't helped at all. It's bad enought that there's only one cashier counter without them chatting among themselves like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for my turn, I'd even managed to talk to the family behind me. At the end of our conversation, we agreed that we don't get this in Singapore. Even the slowest queue here could win that. After what seem like forever, I finally get my tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Little. That show is so funny. Walt Disney had never failed to amazed me by their creativity. It's so funny that it gave me the ache and I even have to wipe the tears from those hysterical laughter at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even watched Harry Potter for the 2nd time. Me, a cousin and my Bro's girlfriend went to catch a reall late night. 1.15 a.m. By the time we reached our hotel, it's already 4 in the morning. The show is just worth it all. I love it. Can't wait for the next installment. I'm currently re-reading the series. I think this is the only one that have lots of differences from the story book. Well, we can't have the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there is just so expensive and bad at the same time. Next time when I'm there, I just stick with the buffet and nothing else. So much for trying things out. However, the ice cream there is great. The cookies and cream is really cookies and cream. As in the cookies can be seen and is not just some tiny black spot on around the cream. Crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of getting my Prat Pal a t-shirt as their isn't any franchise of that shop over here. However, this season clothings isn't really a wow. So I give it a miss. Wanted to saboh my Bimbo Pal by getting her a made in Malaysia Sanitary Pad, but I think she will just give me hell. I give it a pass too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I didn't come back with big bags, coz there isn't any suitable to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113267349222923277?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113267349222923277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113267349222923277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113267349222923277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113267349222923277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113241414365187232</id><published>2005-11-19T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T07:29:03.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my colleague told me that my sales executive be transferring me to ISETAN Scott permanently. I would be the overall in charge over there. Both happy and sad. Happy is because there be a pay increment, sad is because, won't have people to talk to to kill time. Beside, I have the sales figure to answer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always been under Jason. He is one of the two merchandiser working under my sales exec, Lai Yee. Suddenly it's like alone, I mean as an in charge and that doesn't happen to me before. Hopefully, it turn out alright. People who are reading this, drop by ISETAN scotts and buy a toy or two from me. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to know this metro staff, Yan Han, the previous year ago. He worked in the toys department. A rather pleseant boy, I must say. Very positive attitude. It was those kind of friend whereby you see for the first time, and you know they are a friend. He is one of those. Been a long time since I last saw him. Am really looking forward to see him, BUT I'm being transferred out already. Well... Can't have the best of both world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't be in Singapore for the next 3 days, because I'm going to Genting Highlands. Hopefully can get some Dvds back here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting the Dan Brown collection when I get my pay check next month. Then hang out in Coffee Bean with Shirmaine. Honestly, I miss her. Been a long time since we sit down for a little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone is okay and available, I'm thinking of planning another something for us cousins. Maybe a Steamboat or something. Still can't really promised anything because I'll be damn busy till after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why is that so. It's beacuse this is the only season where the toys company be making lotsa money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me all the best with my Sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya guys after my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeers... till then ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113241414365187232?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113241414365187232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113241414365187232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113241414365187232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113241414365187232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-my-colleague-told-me-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113236848006605111</id><published>2005-11-19T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:48:00.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a great day yesterday. Though busy, it's still quite fun (In some ways). Anyway, I was stationed at ISETAN Scotts (Beside Shaw Tower) roadshow. My company is having an event there. Iwas told to go down because my colleague Anne rang me the other night telling me that her sister, Joanne (Now you see the link?) needed help. That explain why I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Anne. Such a strange name right? Anne instead of Ann. In most cases which I'd unfortuantely encountered, unless combined with another name e.g. Anne Rice, else whoever who use the name will use it as Ann e.g. Ann Kok. However that doesn't apply to Anne. There was once we were exchanging a couple of message regarding work related issue, she corrected me by saying it's Anne and not Ann. Oh my dear god... How anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know Joanne and Anne are sister at the first sight. Unless you were told before hand. Because they are just so different in their looks and sizes. However they got a crappy logic in their head. Work for the company and die for the company. My god they are just so loyal to the company. It's not like I ain't loyal. However, too much will seem like a crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the original story. anyway, the stock arrived at around 8 p.m. The worst thjing is there are a lot, and I really mean a lot. I worked my way till 12 midnight. Thankfully, I'm able to claim taxi fare. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in this line allowed me to see lots of people. As a toys promoter, you have to approach a wide range of them out there. You get those who  will ask you lots of question and not buy anything, you get those who will give you those constipated look, you get those who will be calling you UNCLES when you are currently only 21 years old... a lot of them. It's a world out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always enjoyed serving the those will blonde hair. Yesterday night for instance, I served one from UK. He was really polite, with a smile and all those polite stuff. I just help him with this and that, giving him information. It's such a great feeling, and that we don't get from Singaporeans. I wonder does that have to do with moral values or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I dont like about my Singaporean customer is the fact that they will ask, "From China?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, one very fine and sunny day, I'm going to be rude by retorting, "If you are so worried that it will spoiled just because its from China, you can always teach your child the ancient fun like playing 'Gor Li (marbles)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will always ask, "Can help me test?" I can understand if they are from overseas, but it's Singapore, and it's small. Does one really need to travel that long to get from one place to another? The basic rules are simple. Scared? Don't buy. It's just like eating. Doesn't look nice, don't eat loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was othis other time when I was working in Metro Sengkang. I was playing this UFO flying object, and someone walked in a fast manner towards me asking me, "Do you know what is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to myself, ' What's this supposed to be? Who wants to be a millionaire?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he knew that the answer will not come out from my mouth, so he continued saying, "Xue Ti Zi!" Some weapon, whereby the user used it to ripped their foes head off, back in those days. From ancient Chiane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't think I need a history lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113236848006605111?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113236848006605111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113236848006605111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113236848006605111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113236848006605111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-had-great-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113181072681215699</id><published>2005-11-12T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T07:52:06.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd got good news and bad news. The good news is, I had a job, and the bad news is, I had a job. I went back to my old company to work. It's so crappy, having to stand for 9 hrs (Minus the dinner break which make it 8) and smile and laugh like a loon to pratically everyone who passed by. Yes, even to those with the cocky face on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It get so bad yesterday that I sms my best pal, Shirmaine that I should just go the hog and stand under the umbrella like a hooker in Geylang. The difference is I'm a guy and they, the hookers, are the gals. Our common goal, waiting for potential customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch a really rare sight yesterday, provided that you count that as good. As I was turning my head to face the other side, I happened to see a guy (Mid-30s?) bending over to carry his kids. You know? Sometimes when you bend down, and depending on the length of your T-shirt, it will tend to stretch upwards, thus exposing your spine. On happy days when you are wearing low waist, the colour of your undies will be exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy... is wearing a G-string. I could pratically see hi upper parts, with the thing stuck in between. Why oh why!!! God (If there's really one up there)... why must you bless me with such sightings. Shirmaine later told me that maybe he and his wife be having 'some fun'. I refused to think further into that issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this other moment yesterday that prove to be rather 'peak'. I'm actually serving 4 ladies at one go. Telling them all those promotion things craps. Guess what? They are actually buying Care Bears. I sms Shirmaine (again) to inform her that it's like a 'Gangbang'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't understand why 4 not so young ladies are going gaga over Care Bears. I pointed out to her that they are, in fact, reliving their those days moments. What we call that? Deprive of toys during those days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have to go 'sell my smile' again. It's really very dead boring. My legs ache like hell BUT I still have to stand. Not that I really wanted to work but, no pain, no gain. Beside, I want to have a great X-mas and a really Happy New Year afterall. That, I cannot acheive if I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rare sightings today. However, I just realised that I'm even 'cheaper' then a whore. They earn $40 in 30mins, wheras I earn $40 only after 9hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FULL OF CRAP... but on the bright and sunny side, I have money to spend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113181072681215699?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113181072681215699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113181072681215699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113181072681215699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113181072681215699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/id-got-good-news-and-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113154679035943156</id><published>2005-11-09T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T06:33:10.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When walking out of my bedroom, doing some stretching excersise along the way, yeaterday morning, something caught my eye. The newspaper from the previous night, which by the way, I haven't read yet. Printed in blod are 'SINGAPOREAN HAVE AN AVERAGE OF 7.2 SEX PARTNERS'. And that's really good news. Singaporean, and that refers to me. I'm part of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly bend down and pick up the paper and flip to the right page. It was then I realised my folly. Why the fuck should I be happy anyway? Yar true, an average of 7.2 sex partners, but that doesn't include me, does it? I threw the paper down in disgust, at the same time thinking to myself  about my very very sad/miserable/whatever current status. SINGLE. Yes! I'm still a SINGLE. Haven't even got a girlfriend and let's not talk about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still  counting down the days to catch Harry Potter and my Genting Trip. Am really excited about the movie coz it's been a long time since the big group of us, cousins, went out for movie. The last we went, If my memory didn't failed me is during Chinese New Year whereby we watched Seoul Raiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be going for the Genting truip on the 20th. So much had happened . Last year, when we went, my father was still with us. Now... He's gone. It's still rather hard to think of him as never ever going to come home already. A part of me just don't feel the same anymore. Well... Life still have to go on. Wonder what will he say if he know that I'm taking my car licene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I will stop here today. Nothing hilarious really happened these days. Till then. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113154679035943156?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113154679035943156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113154679035943156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113154679035943156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113154679035943156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-walking-out-of-my-bedroom-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113141537473576475</id><published>2005-11-08T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:02:54.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with Zhi Hao yesterday, to collect our transcript. However, it was only till we reached the student service centre that we realised we get the date wrong. The transcript isn't due for collection till somewhere around next week (I forget which day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went to catch a movie in town. It's been quite some time since I last see him, but he still have that 'sunshine' look. The saem happy go lucky plus the tok-rot him, and that's a really nice thing. Coz we don't really see that nature exist in Singaporean these days, somehow, due to some unfortunate reason, they always have this constipated lookon 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing about being good friends with him (and of course Shirmaine) is that we can practically talk about anything under the sun. Literally, I dont mean we really go lie down under the sun and talk but I'm refering to things that exist right under the sun. We can joke and 'bangz' each other without having the fear of offending the other party. That again, doesn't exist in most of the Singaporean. They are either too 'small gas' or dead serious about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie we went to watch is the Andy Lau show. I don't really go for Chinese movie, worse, Andy Lau movie. I'm dead against it. However, since we haven't hang out for quite sometime, therefore, it's an okay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for not watching Chinese movie is, other then the expensive ticket price, it's worthless to watch. Most of the time, the plot sucks. Good Chiness movies doesn't exist these days. Even if there is, they pop out only once in a remetly blue moon, which is a very very sad thing. Some of my personal favorite (out of the thousands titles) are, Tokyo Raiders, Seoul Raiders, those Stephen Chow comedy... I can't remeber any. Most of the time, if I were to catch one, I will get a disapointment and a waste out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Lau. Not really my cup of tea. What so nice about watching a 40 year old guy (I heard he do botox) acting young? I prefer Liang Chao Wei. Feel that he is a natural actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that show which we watched is a romantic one? While lazing around, waiting for the show to commence, I received a call from 'that short woman', "Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In town"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come go until town liao?" (What's wrong with that anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Catch a movie loh...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What movie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is so ironic... I'm actually watching that Andy Lau show!" I had always complained to her about how much I don't like Andy Lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With who...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhi Hao...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhi Hao... with a guy?" She asked in a questioning tone. Somehow, I feel like telling her, "No, It's a girl!". She is so beyond dim. It's not as if she don't know Zhi Hao from the same poly and course. I took my handphone away from my ear and said to Zhi Hao who is by the way sitting across me, "She thought that we are gays!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I hold my handphone in front of me for Zhi Hao to do the protesting part. You know? The NO LOH or something. Then I put it back to my ear again and tell her flatly, "You are just jealous about our brotherhood!" Which is so very true. Haha. Because she is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled down in the screening theater. While waiting (again) for the show to commence, we got into a chatting mode. While chatting, I saw a pregneant lady, walked in. Alone. Yes she is alone. I gave Zhi Hao a report on my sightings and pointed in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually tell me, "She is waiting for you to accompany her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really caught me off guard. I replied, "No, she is waiting for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... I got the sex-bomb look but you got the fatherly figure look... You go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Zhi Hao a full-look. Tan, built, wearing a singlet, jeans, good hairstyle with a dashing dyed. Yes. A sex bomb. Even without a mirror I can imagine what I look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A tragic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113141537473576475?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113141537473576475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113141537473576475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113141537473576475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113141537473576475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/met-up-with-zhi-hao-yesterday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113128929579173362</id><published>2005-11-07T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T07:01:35.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know about you guys, but I love J.J Lin, Tanya Chua and Steph Sun, our 'Made In Singapore' singer. Years ago,  when I was in ermm Secondary 1 or 2, Tanya Chuan 'Hu Xi' (&lt;em&gt;Breathing&lt;/em&gt;) blew me off. I just fall in love in love with her (&lt;em&gt;voice&lt;/em&gt;). The attitude she gave out is so great. The rock chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph Sun. I don't really like her voice initially. I mean, just who is this person with this very strange but clear voice, making it big in Taiwan. However, I grew to like her songs too. Recently, I just re-listen to one of her old but very meaning song 'Wo Bu Nan Guo' (&lt;em&gt;I'm not hurt&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.J is another strange one. He certainly don't have the look, but somehow got the X-factor. The best thing is, he has a unique voice. I also condemn his songs initially, but came to like them later. I actually bought his Music Videos compilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me, my good pal, Shirmaine also love J.J. Espically his Mu Nai Yi (&lt;em&gt;Mummy&lt;/em&gt;) and Yi Qian Nian Yi Hou (&lt;em&gt;After a thousand years later&lt;/em&gt;). Earlier evening, I received a message from her (&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"J.J isn't good looking hor... but he got a nice voice...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Him, Rain, Sandl and YOU belong to the same family...!" In case you are wondering, the so-called family that I'm refering to, is none other than the family of not-so-big eyes. Just take a full minute off your precious time and thin, don't you think that somehow, those people that are blessed with small eyes somehow look alike? From a certain angle? And, not for the first time, I'd been saying that Shirmaine has small eyes. Which she strongly disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, 'Conversation ends here. FULL STOP!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 minutes, my handphone vibrate. I flip open to see her name (&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;). It reads, 'The conversation continue...haha (&lt;em&gt;Somehow I just can't see just what is so funny)&lt;/em&gt;..... Think I want go buy JJ's CD..the songs all very nice leh!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to myself, 'Not again!'. She always drop me with this kind of question. If I were to say, 'Buy loh...!', she will come out with a doubt. If I were to say 'Save your money...dont buy...!' She will surely say, 'But I like his songs leh!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of being her good friend, I learnt to be tactful. I replied a 'Buy loh...!' I was thinking to myself that if she  were to come out with a doubt , my reply will be, 'Then don't buy loh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But... (&lt;em&gt;See? I just know it, she really did come out with a stupid doubt!)&lt;/em&gt; Then don't buy loh... (&lt;em&gt;Oh My God...She had predicted my next answer&lt;/em&gt;) hai..my best friend sucks !&lt;em&gt;(Excuse me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well really... Womens seems to be un-reasonably right at all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113128929579173362?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113128929579173362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113128929579173362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113128929579173362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113128929579173362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-know-about-you-guys-but-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113111290063572335</id><published>2005-11-04T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T06:01:40.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my so-called dreams, is to visit the famous places around the world. I had already done two, The Great Wall of China and The Tomb of King Qin. However, if that also count as one, I'd in fact seen 3, adding the Singapore Merlion (The Big One in Sentosa) a glimpse. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading The Angel and Demons by Dan Brown, I have this bigh urge to go to take a look at the Vatican City (Or what you call it). As usual, I brought up the suggestion to Shirmaine over a cat on the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know Vatican City?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you read Angel and Demons... I feel like going and take a look... want to go?" I asked with excitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... First, I'm not a Christian. Second. I'm not a Catholic...!" I cant believe this. This is so nuts. I just have to counter her. I retort, "Do you have to be a wizard to watch Harry Potter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence on the other end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113111290063572335?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113111290063572335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113111290063572335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113111290063572335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113111290063572335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-of-my-so-called-dreams-is-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113099469975816354</id><published>2005-11-03T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:47:33.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ying hong and Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/ying_hong_isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/ying_hong_isaac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cute Cousins (Ying Hong and Sac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is interesting. I'd found myself an isolated spot in Mcdonalds, using their free wireless again. I am sitting just right beside those glass panels, which allow me to see what the hell is going on, just right beside me. I saw... a couple quarelling. Now that's what we don't get to see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sole purpose is to check the screening time for Harry Potter: The Goblet of Fire. It's going to be a Cousin's get together movie. Woo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113099469975816354?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113099469975816354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113099469975816354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113099469975816354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113099469975816354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-cute-cousins-ying-hong-and-sac-oh.html' title='Ying hong and Isaac'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113029637394529849</id><published>2005-10-26T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:03:54.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hit the road yesterday. It's even scarier then taking a rollar coaster ride. I practically made lots of stupid mistake, stepping on the clutch too slow which cause the engine to stall twice. Moving off too slow and my reaction time, according to my instructor, is also very slow. Hope I get better on my next practical test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While attending my good friend 21st birthday party, the other night, something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having the buffet on the rooftop...Actually, it's not that glam as it seem/sound. The building is only 4 or 7 storey tall. That explains the rootop and not some penthouse in Orchard Area Condo. As I was saying, after the buffet, we went down to the function room for the cake-cutting session. The group of us, Secondary School Classmate, sat ourselves at one of the table. As always, the not-so-popular ones/attitude problems/eccentricalll mad will group themselves at another. I, of course, was sitting with the populars. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole birthday song singing cum birthday girl making a wish cum birthday girl cutting the cake cum birthday girl taking photo session, the maority have to go off, to attend another classmate (which I'm not very close with) birthday party. The table which I'm sitting on suddenly feel so dead cold. The not-so-popular ones then come over to join us (How fantastically great, ain't it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a so called stage in the function room. A table is placed on top of the stage and the birthday gal (my good friend) is standing there, taking pictures with practically everyone. It somehow feel like a wedding dinner. ou know? The bride and bridegroom going around from table to table, taking pictures with everyone. The only difference here is, the guests have to go on stage to get the picture taken. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was happily sitting with my butt glued to the chair, watching all the happenings around. One of the not-so-popular was sitting in front of me. She is a bit eccentric, according to some of my friends (eg. she bring some romantic story books that those married aunties like to read, during a chalet thing). I was sitting with my legs inside the table. My prat pal being to walk to me from another table to talk to me. I feel that it is only polite to face whoever who is talking to you. Therefore, I start to turn myself facing him, at the same time trying to bring my legs out from under the table, when I accidentally hit that eccentric friend, whom by the way is on the bigger side (i.e. fat), with the tip of my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting with her back facing me, and after that sudden 'impact' upon her butt, she turn her face slight right, and throw me a side-way glance that is filled with digust, saying"What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well really! I'm a molester now? With a very queer fetish? For fat women ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so very insulted. Somehow, I still manage to force a smile upon my unfortunate face and give her a very detailed explanation for my cause of action. I was somehow feel that I'm the victim, rather then she is. Yucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113029637394529849?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113029637394529849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113029637394529849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113029637394529849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113029637394529849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hit-road-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113003587402338464</id><published>2005-10-23T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T19:51:14.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/fp17jh01a5vy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/fp17jh01a5vy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefits of you guys, that's the wallpaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113003587402338464?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113003587402338464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113003587402338464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113003587402338464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113003587402338464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-benefits-of-you-guys-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-113003534634972617</id><published>2005-10-23T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T19:47:09.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so embarassed. In case you are wondering, I'm now sitting at a corner in Bukit Panjang Plaza Macdonald, and yar, am using the free wireless internet. I was waiting for the notebook to start-up earlier on and after typing in the password, a picture of the guy show up as the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the guy? He is the lead actor of the recent famous idol drama series (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which I unfortunately happened to watch too&lt;/span&gt;) 'Wang Zi Bian Qing Wua'. In English, it's Prince become Frog (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a lame name&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly get the internet start up and open up a window, at the same time frantically looking around to see if anyone is giving me those questioning glance. The note book belongs to a female cousin. Think that guy is her latest craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with my Wai Leong and couple yesterday. Chew Lui gave me a treat... Seriously, I don't know what's the big occassion. I mean, it's not like an everyday thing that you get a treat from a good pal. Went to Jurong Point. The resturant (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If that's really considered as one&lt;/span&gt;) is called 'Bento Whatsit'. Food is nice. They cater pizza, Jap food... blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went to catch a movie. I'm silently thinking to myself. Why the fuck am I out with them again. Feel so out of place. They are a couple and that makes me a gooseberry. Worse, I saw lotsa of couples doing the holding hand, hand around each other waist thing... Haven't they realised by now that shopping center are meant for singles (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i.e. Me&lt;/span&gt;) who is still looking for a Miss-Potential out there. We (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the unfortuante clan of singles)&lt;/span&gt; seriously, don't need to see those snoggings, holding hand...blah blah..., adding even more salt to the already un-healing wounds (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told Shirmaine that mine is already pus-filled&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I asked my prat pal (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which I later truly regret&lt;/span&gt;), "Am I just a very suck person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wear that wise-look and tell me, "No! You aren't... Your time is just not here yet!" With that, he looked around and after spotting his prey, he turned back and tell me, "Look that guy there is even uglier then you (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A compliment?&lt;/span&gt;) but he got a girlfriend...!" Looking even wiser then ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic isn't it? Just when I thought I could use some consolation, he hit me with another deadly blow. In other words, he meant that even a guy uglier then me can have one, so why am I still... . I'm mortally wounded. I don't care. The doctor can just cut off my pus-filled (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already rotting&lt;/span&gt;) wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when you haven't see a friend for quite sometime and depending on the gender, you will always asked those traditional question and after that run out. It's silence followed by a good bye, cya, tk care over after 30 minutes, over the MSN. That happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:So how's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Okay loh! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They always say that&lt;/span&gt;)...How bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Same Same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence... After one million years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: So what are you doing now? Working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No... Am waiting for N.S.. U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Yar! Working now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then come in and eat snake right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Haha ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;) :) hehe wahaha lolz is also applicable&lt;/span&gt;)... Yar loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Typical of you to do that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence (again) Another million years pass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How? Any galfrenz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: No lah... Hehe... Wat bout u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really regret bringing up that issue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Don't worry lah, you are a nice person (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well really? The Y am I still a single and desperately available?&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha... You too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jia lat! We are being left of the shelves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Worse, on the bargain corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But still no one wants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: gtg liao... going for lunch...bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Take care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I really mean by traditional?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-113003534634972617?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/113003534634972617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=113003534634972617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113003534634972617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/113003534634972617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-so-embarassed.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112994087952932143</id><published>2005-10-22T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:27:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to CMBP tower yesterday morning after my Final Theory Test, which I passed. I had received the edict, which indicate that I had to report on the 11th of March next year, which is still a long way to go loh. Waiting I mean. Therefore, I decided to go down personally to check if I could bring forward my enlistment date. To why I don't call up is because I don't really like to make my enquires through the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went, I talked, and I walked out. It's like a load off my shoulder (right) the other one is just setting in (on the left). Shit! It's going to be a long journey honw. To be precise, it's from one interchange to another interchange. Over here in Singapore, any trip that takes more than an hour is considered as long. While waiting for that darn 176 to arrive (What's taking it so long anyway?), I decided to go crazy, and sent my pally Shirmaine a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What do you call someone who is short, pretty but with small eyes?' wrote. Once in a remotely blue moon, exchanging of riddles between good friends, can be a healthy thing (as if).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' -_-" Shirmaine?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so cleeeeever. Initially, I thought that she will have problems solving that. In case you need to know. Yar! She can be spectacularly dim at times (e.g. She ask me what is a 'title deed' the other day) Therefore, I sent a message to praise her and end it off by saying '...nothing much better to do (Me)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within minutes, she called. I said, " *laughter* I thought that you won't get it right on the first try. How do you know it's you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it obvious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I said pretty...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a very cold laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I called up my prat pal for a chat, and AGAIN, he was going into one of his prat trance. I'm livid, just had to pull him out of it again. He was rattling on some hopelessly lame issue, where I end it by saying, "The sun is so bright!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ater that fateful chat, I gave Shirmaine a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar...What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have free incoming calls?" I wondered and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I call you!" She said urgently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we had a great chat. I told her, my reason for calling, that, "I could use some laughter!" and much to my horor (&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;), she said, "Kee Lin... I know that I'm being unreasonable (&lt;em&gt;Oh No, the bomb is about to explode&lt;/em&gt;) but you are my good friend, so you have to stand on my side! Do you know... (&lt;em&gt;Here we go again&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somewhat become Dear (again) Kelly for the next 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun talking to her. It's because I get to hear a female point of view on certain issue, while she get to hear mine. And that is really rare. My friend ,Nic said that once, "You and Shirmaine are an example of boys and girls that can be good friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whci I think is very true. It's really very difficult for two person of opposite sex to click that well, unless the guy is a gay, that's a different story. To elaborate, when a gay guy and a female become good friends, a sisterhood of the third kind is form. As I was saying, it's difficult, because one may end up falling for the other. Worse, I know quite a number of people, when someone from the opposite sex just treat them a little nice, they will think that she/he love him/her. PUH LEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when Shirmaine tell me (Last night for instance), "Sometimes, it's very good to be single!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just tell her flatly, "You have no idea how lonely it feels!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Happy days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112994087952932143?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112994087952932143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112994087952932143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112994087952932143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112994087952932143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/went-to-cmbp-tower-yesterday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112961645522128418</id><published>2005-10-18T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T23:20:55.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on bus number 196 early morning. Was on the journey home from Bugis. That bus passed by an overhead bridge at a certain place, and I saw 3 old people standing at the flight of stairs, looking up. Out of curiosity, I looked up to and OH MY GOD... I saw... I saw... nothing. Yar! Nothing. Don't ask me coz I ain't a clue too. It gives me the creep though, to see 3 elderly mad looking up at nothing. *brrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I find it rather strange. Some people enjoy reading other people blog and get an 'anger' out of it. They will complain about the fonts, the color use, the languague use and the background... (They WILL find something to say), and spend their time writing out the complain in their own blogs. It's ridiculous, isn't it? I mean, if it really anger you that much, why don't you just close the whole window down (Move the cursor over to the big X sign at the top right hand corner and click on it), or best, don't even bother to re-visit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me for instance, Fu-rong Jie Jie isn't really my cup of tea. Do I ever go back to read? No! Do I ever write out a complain? No! I find it so senseless (VERY). I could do something of quality with those time (i.e. a good nap). Two words to those peeps... BO LIAO. I believe that it's the freedom of people to do what they want with their blogs (Of course that does not include racist issues, other then that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be taking my first practical later (Car). Am feeling pretty nervous. Don't know can handle it or not BBDC will be my second home for the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112961645522128418?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112961645522128418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112961645522128418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112961645522128418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112961645522128418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-on-bus-number-196-early-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112954858501507161</id><published>2005-10-17T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T04:29:45.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't take it any longer. Have to laugh again. For the past few days, Janice Dickinson has been 'haunting' my mind. For those who don't know, does America's Next Top Model ring a bell? Yes! It's that show featuring 14 models wanna-be, whereby the panel of judges would elminate one each week, thill the last women standing, whom eventually win that label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice Dickinson, whom according to Tyra Banks claimed, "...Is one of the world first top model!". She is one of the judges. To why is she haunting my mind, is because of last week episode. When meeting with the panel of judges, the girls were made to perform some sort of dance, with the beat of the drum or whatever you called that as the background music. Before I know it, the judges were on their feet and joing in the dance. There's this particular capture, whereby you can see the supposing 'One of the world's first supermodel', whom by the way is wearing a dress, doing a half squat, with her legs wide open up into some sort of an 'O' shape. Her hands, were of course up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very disgusting in a funny manner. You know? It's those kind of funny things whereby you won't think its funny initially, but when you think back, it will transform you into a mad loon. The worse thing is, when you are alone (i.e on the bus), you will unconciously start to think of it again, and start laughing like a mad loon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Ah Boy happens to catch that unfortunate episode. I was gving him those kind of acknowledging look (before I get into those hysterical laughter), and he said, "Don't think... It's a terror to think!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can somewhat imagine how disgusting that half-squat is. To think she is an ex-top model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the group of mages meet up for a magic session yesterday. There are currently six active player in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ah Sheng (The Madness mage. Always getting on people nerves with those things he said)&lt;br /&gt;2) Ah Long (The Miller. He will clear your library in a very fast pace)&lt;br /&gt;3) Ah Boy (The Resurrector. He can bring his creature back from the graveyard.)&lt;br /&gt;4) Ying Qi (The Sadistic control player)&lt;br /&gt;5) Jason (The Enchanter. He uses lots of enchantment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, yours truly (The Cleric. What could possibly be even more fun then gaining life?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to inform my uncle that I won't be dropping by to my Grandma place for dinner, due to the magic session. As a result, there's lots of excess food left. Around dinner time, I walked over to eat my share. Because I was in a rush, I left home wearing my shorts, which happen to be rather short. When having my bowl fried rice (Chilli fried), Ah Li passed me a sarcastic remark, "&lt;em&gt;Wau&lt;/em&gt;... Nowadays fashion wearing short &lt;em&gt;arh&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had totally clean forgotten about the fact that I'm wearing short, and my long legs were exposed. I just looked at Ah Li, feel like retorting, "That's something you cannot acheive!" But decided to earn some good karma. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really shocking happened at the dining table. My grandma and eldest aunt was dining together with me. My grandma was telling me to eat more and suddenly she dropped a drumstick (Duck) into my bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-bloody-believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stunned. To sidetrack a little. My Grandma happens to be the Empress Dowager of the family. She command authority. Never was she on the losing side. Those who dare defied, whould always end up speechless. Those days when she can walked decently, those who dared talk back might even get a tight slap from her (Depends on her mood). She is those who is harsh with their words but is actually very soft on the inside. She meant well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, eating too much fat meat is unhealthy. A 'normal' person will say, "Don't each so much, not good for your body...blah blah..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would said, "TELL YOU NOT TO EAT SO MUCH ALREADY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I was stunned. why? It used to be a forbidden thing for us, kids, to eat the drumstick or other prominent part of the horribly slaughtered, normally cooked with dark soya sauce, domestic animals. It always had been the traditional case for us to leave it to the elders, because there's only two drum, so it, of course, had to be 'let' to the one who had been slogging their day out there. Seriously, ain't a chicken/duck ass better? Since theres only one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd reason to why I'm stunned is because I'd always been a regular in my Grandma place. As in I don't belong to the group of people who will only turned up once in a remotely blue moon. My Grandma don't really dote on those regular, and those rare 'blue remoters' were generally 'guests' to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Li and I had been through it once. We have to told (By her) to, "Pour a drink for blah blah ( Some relatives)!" We weren't angry or what, but find it very funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion: That's got to be the best drumstick (duck) I'd ever in my life. *Grinz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112954858501507161?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112954858501507161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112954858501507161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112954858501507161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112954858501507161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-take-it-any-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112943860549515041</id><published>2005-10-16T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:19:24.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$100 from Bro :)</title><content type='html'>Cool! My elder brother transferred a hundred dollar into my bank account yesterday. It's a belated birthday present. Days before me birthday, he did asked me what I wanted for present. He thought to get me a Hugo Boss Fragrance but thing is, I don't fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Q39ZyHarpw/R58wlHOo_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/zWE9Ahtu6lU/s1600-h/magic_expansion_rav_td3LargePic_en.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160897112143625682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Q39ZyHarpw/R58wlHOo_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/zWE9Ahtu6lU/s320/magic_expansion_rav_td3LargePic_en.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $100 is for me to get them myself. I was out partying at a friend's birthday yesterday, when he (my bro) called and said he be getting me a Pre-constructed deck ( Charge of the Boros) and two booster pack. I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Q39ZyHarpw/R58wlnOo_eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S0Ac8BIC1B4/s1600-h/Lightning_Helix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160897120733560290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Q39ZyHarpw/R58wlnOo_eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S0Ac8BIC1B4/s320/Lightning_Helix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite card from Boros, Lightning Helix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112943860549515041?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112943860549515041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112943860549515041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112943860549515041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112943860549515041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-elder-brother-transferred-hundred.html' title='$100 from Bro :)'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Q39ZyHarpw/R58wlHOo_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/zWE9Ahtu6lU/s72-c/magic_expansion_rav_td3LargePic_en.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112939209401069865</id><published>2005-10-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:01:34.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Chew Lui's Birthday celebration. To those who don't know, apart from being a good friend, she is also at the same time, one of my 2 god-sister. The other is Cuiling. I got to know them during Seondary Shool Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had always been their family tradition to make whoever is having their 21st birthday celebration, a big event. Chew Lui's was no exception. Her birthday celebration is held in a sort of club house or function room in Singapore Polytechnic. One of her sister had the membership, you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached, I could see her eldest sister standing by the so-called entrance, receving guests. Her mother was also around. We exchanged few words of Hi. Her mother is a really strong woman, whom I really respect. Chew Lui's father passed away when she was in Primary school, leaving only her mother to take care of 4 daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her second sister is aways walking here and there, busy with something. I was looking around for her. It's really hard, due to the fact that it's held on the roof top with insufficient lighting and Lady Chang Er is being a real bitch, because she isn't  helping with the moonlight. It was then I come to realised that  she is standing just two person away from me. My God, she look so pretty. Initially, I thought that she had put on make-up. I even bend down to look up, just to see how thick the layer of  foundation is being applied on her face. ENDED UP, she didn't put on any. It's natural beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my ex-classmates were there too. We got into the usual "Hi", "How's Life"...sort of greetings, and start to jab each other. During the whole time, love song is constantly played over the Hi-Fi system. I'm feeling rather dissed because it is bad enough to have to endure that you are 21 year old and living without a girlfriend, without  love songs like 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight', 'A Whole New World'... adding  salt to that un-healing wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately called Shirmaine but... she didn't pick up. After one million years, she called back, while I complain, "Do you know that they are playing love songs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar! That's so sad!" She agreed sympathetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Precisely, I mean... Wait... How come you are feeling sad? I thought that you already have a BOYFRIEND?" I demanded, feeling very ridiculous over her, and her sadness issue. I see no apparent link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar... I know! I'm feeling sad for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel that I had been banihsed into the 18th level of hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112939209401069865?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112939209401069865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112939209401069865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112939209401069865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112939209401069865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-is-chew-luis-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112927544153899978</id><published>2005-10-14T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:37:21.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halloween is round the corner. Thing is, I haven't celebrate it before. Last year, I promised myself to celebrate it, but somehow, it just slipped off my mind. This year, I'm promised myself not to missed it. Bossini had come out with a new range of Halloween T-shirts which really 'caught my eye'. Though they look a bit childish, but it's nice to me. It also glow in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to share my so-called excitement with Shirmaine. I felt that it's the only sensible thing to do (Which I later found out that it's not), sharing your high high and low low with a good friend. She had gave me a flat 'NO' the night before, but I decided to try my luck again. So, I took out my handphone and, 'Maine... are you sure you don't wana get the Halloween T-shirt...I'm tempted...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few seconds later, my handphone received an indication, I flipped open and saw, 'NO (again kana reject) the t-shirt is for immature ppl like ...(She whom I refused to name)! Please don't behave like one...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Maine... It's glow in the dark...' I mean that's what really make it special, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'KEE LIN &lt;em&gt;PLEASE&lt;/em&gt;! paste some glow in the dark sticker on any other t-shirt also can ma...wat for buy! &lt;em&gt;Crapz&lt;/em&gt;..btw when is halloween'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had somewhat predicted the outcome, as in what her reply would be. So i text book the usual 'Oh that's what I thought too'... and tell her the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm off &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;! Haha...shall we go out and have fun! we can dress up as monster..wait a min..u dun have to dress up...cause u look like one &lt;em&gt;le&lt;/em&gt;! Haha..!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of my dealing with sacarstic remark&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;, had somewhat taught me a thing or two. When you received this kind of message, the first thing you do is to praise that person, making him/her  feel as if he is flying off to heaven (In Chinese, we called it 'Piao Piao Ran'), to meet god. AND, just as he/she is about to reach whoever is residing up there, you swing the baseball bat onto his/her head, and banish him/her into the 18th level of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply goes, 'Oh my god...Maine... That's a fab idea (&lt;em&gt;The praising part&lt;/em&gt;)... you should stuff a pillow into your back (&lt;em&gt;It's starting...&lt;/em&gt;) and slightly mess up your face (&lt;em&gt;The baseball bat had just landed on her face&lt;/em&gt;)... and you will look like The Hunch Back of Notre Dame (&lt;em&gt;She had  reached  the 18th level of hell&lt;/em&gt;)...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which , she gave me the her traditional boombastic reply, &lt;em&gt;'Chee bye&lt;/em&gt;......... our conversation as well as our friendship ends here!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, I did ask her before, "Why are you always scolding me &lt;em&gt;chee bye&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a definite reply, "Because I have &lt;em&gt;mah&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: To why I asked her to go for the Notre Dame look, is none other than the obvious fact. She's not so tall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112927544153899978?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112927544153899978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112927544153899978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112927544153899978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112927544153899978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-is-round-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112917493899010114</id><published>2005-10-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:42:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just don't understand women. They just don't like to hear the obvious truth, living in constant denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, that short woman called, "Can you don't always say that I'm short or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she had read my latest update, and saw that forbidden word. I'm just wondering, so what should I refer her as to? Tall? Can't possibly be right? It just so not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this other incident, which happen during 'Thise Days' working in Metro. I'm having doubts about this particular something, therefore, I decided to approach a staff for help. A Brief description of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Not blessed with good looks&lt;br /&gt;b) Vertically challenged&lt;br /&gt;c) Shoulder length hair&lt;br /&gt;d) Must be over 30 (I guessed)&lt;br /&gt;e) Look approachable enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I walked over to her, she is, by the way, folding clothings and, "Ermmm... &lt;em&gt;Auntie&lt;/em&gt;... Do you...!" before I even had to chance to complete my sentence decently, she let out, "I NOT &lt;em&gt;AUNTIE HOR&lt;/em&gt;!" My God, she even managed to hit that high note, where few ( i.e Mariah Carey) could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the whole world just stop for that spilt second, and everyone within a neat 5m stop dead on whatever they are doing, looking at the drama that is just about to or worse, had already unfold. The only action that I did, blinked my eyes. Too stun for a reply. After regaining my composure, I just turned and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This teach me something. You have to lie out there. Espically to the womens. To be precise, to those that are still desperately single and available...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Paternal Small Aunt once said, "Don't worry about not having a girlfriend now! When woman reach a certain age, they will start to worry and who knows, they might even 'dao tie' you...!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112917493899010114?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112917493899010114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112917493899010114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112917493899010114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112917493899010114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/sometimes-i-just-dont-understand-women.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112912708586603353</id><published>2005-10-12T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T07:24:45.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't it kind of frustrating that when your good friend is attached, they don't make an effort with you anymore? As in when you ask them whether or not they want to meet up for a little something, or when you are desperately in need of someone to 'get it off the chest' to, they are just so not around, coming up with all those sweet story, saying that they are not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best, they will go noble by saying in a very irritating manner, "I will still be here (as if) when you are in trouble! That's is what make a good friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bloody noble...NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with that short woman at Jurong Point earlier on. One of my good friend's birthday is just around the corner. Have to grab a gift for her. Due to the fact that a) I ain't a metrosexual, and b) I ain't a gay, therefore, I feel that I need professional advice on what to get for girls (That good friend is a girl, you see?). Because in most cases, we might just get the wrong things that is just so not of class/taste/whatever. In this case, I'd decided to ask Shirmaine for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very difficult to get a gift for this particular friend. Because, anything that got to do with 'Big In Size' will earn a spot in her storeroom. Same applies to soft toys.  She's allergic to perfume.I thought of giving her clothings, but due to the fact that her boyfriend, is a very backward person, I can't get her anything that is hot or revealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirmaine said hotly to me, "If my boyfriend would to be like that, I would tell him to go mind what his mother is wearing instead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with her is really very fun. Because we are from the same clan, we somehow share the same personaility, emotionally. I won't say spiritually and physically because she is someone who use a pad while I am someone who have to use a condom... If you get what I really mean... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting on the phone the other night, where she asked, "Do you think I should ask Jonah why is he not using the lighter which I bought for him as a Christmas gift?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Up to you &lt;em&gt;loh&lt;/em&gt;...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better not &lt;em&gt;lah hor&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... You are neither the Ex, nor the current, or the what...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are neither the Ex, nor the current , or the what... Haha that's a nice one!" She repeated my phrase and start laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the laughing mode too. Sometimes, when you are so bored, you can actually come out with a very lame phrase that actually make sense, usually in a very funny manner. In this case, what I mean is, Who is she to question him, when she is a) Not the Ex-Girlfriend, b) Not the current girlfriend or c) Not some whoever who played an important role in his life. I'm amaze by my wisdom haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example would be the other day when we were chatting about the doctor who is into female thing is called a Gynaecologist. That crazy woman, much to my very horror, actually said, "Oh... You mean the person who look at women &lt;em&gt;chee bye&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Her 'crudity' level is very high. I continued,"Have you ever wondered what to refer  a doctor who is into the men thing as?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar..What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A &lt;em&gt;'Jiao&lt;/em&gt;-ist'! Hahaha...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112912708586603353?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112912708586603353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112912708586603353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112912708586603353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112912708586603353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/isnt-it-kind-of-frustrating-that-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112868259835810754</id><published>2005-10-07T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T03:56:38.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to visit my Great-Great-Great -Grandma last night. In other words, she is my mum's mother's, mother's mother. Yes. She is still alive. A centurian. If  I ain't wrong, she be 104 years old, this year. A very strong lady, I must say. Though she is that old already, but, she still canl walk around the house without using aid, unlike my paternal grandmother, who faced difficulties walking around. She can also eat herself, and do her personal admin without the help of the other's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen her in a year. The only difference? She's thinner, got a hunch back, and lesser hair. I think my mum's the apple of her eye. Because when told her that who is here to see her (she can't see well even at a near distance), she hold on to my mum's hand and got very happy. I'm rather frigthened by that though. Coz I'm afraid that her weak heart can't handle that excitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they got into a chat after her dinner. I sat beside my mum, listening to their conversation. She remebered my dad passed away, and ask a few question here and there. I remebered she made a particular statement, " Those who want to go, can't go, but those who are still young, have passed away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really sad to hear. What could be 'sadder' than the white-hair, sending off the black hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, I said goodbye to her. Holding on to her hand and all. It's a very peaceful feeling. There's this t  motherly feeling about her. She is really gentle.The way she hold onto your hand and embrace it... She's a lady, whom have really seen through life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from someone. If she were to passed away, we shouldn't feel sad about it. In fact, the funeral should be a happy one. More like a 'celebration'. For the lady who lived passed the 100 mark. It's a very rare thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her, "J-ou Mah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really big family. Due to some complex inter-relationship, a Primary 4 girl is my Auntie, and a Kindergarden 2 boy is my Uncle... ... I'm their bloody nephew. They are living under the same roof with my J-ou Mah. Nowadays, kids are just so clever and rude. My so called uncle is really rude. Haha. You should have see the way he talk back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside being rude and clever, they faced difficulties in understanding Mandarian. My Great-Aunt (Mum's Auntie) was trying to tell them that they are my Uncle and Aunties in Mandarian. They just went, "&lt;em&gt;Huh&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took over the 'trying to tell them' job, by saying, "In other words, you are my auntie and uncle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wear this 'Ohhh...!' look and run away. If I were them, I would also run away. Won't you? Suddenly know that you have a 21 year old nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD... What's the world coming to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text a msg to that mad women. She replied, 'That is really, really, really sad to hear...honestly..Haiz...Lucky I don't have to go through all this.. Oh well...just take it as u are a VERY young boylor..haha..'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112868259835810754?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112868259835810754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112868259835810754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112868259835810754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112868259835810754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/went-to-visit-my-great-great-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112858424168379453</id><published>2005-10-06T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:49:40.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like dogs. Not even the cutest breed in the world. Unless they are in the form of cartoon, imprinted on cards... Else, they can forget about me 'loving' them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will have to do with some childhood trauma,I think. I remebered my dad telling me, I woke up in the middle of the night during Those Days, crying, saying I was bitten by a dog. To why my dad even remebered it, is because, he managed to come out with 4 numbers. Went to buy 4D and he strike. Won a hefty sum, I guessed. That was years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years till now, I still have this fear. When I see one in a far distance ahead, I would try my 'bestest' best to avoid it at all cost ( i.e taking another route).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing? My neighbours have dogs. YES. Dogs. Take note of the dogs. It's in pural. YES. They have two. Oh My God!!! Whenever I pass by their home to get to the elevator, I have to put on my guard. It's quite a fucking feeling. Having to worry whether they will suddenly decide to bark at you, makingyou feel like you just commit a hideous sin, or whether are they really 'behind bars'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, earlier on, I noticed the door to my neighbour's home is opened. I could hear barking. The owner (my neighbour) just said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sit&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sit&lt;/span&gt; down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;... If not I go over and slap you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what if the dog don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sit? What if  &lt;/span&gt;they just run out and charge at me. All I asked for is just to 'get across' safetly. Is just that too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bestest of the best? My good pal, Shirmaine, also have one. It was during the 7th month (aka The Hungry Ghost Festival) that I come to know how close they really are. We are having one of those chats over phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Woof Woof Woof...!" I could hear endless barking (loud) over at the other end. So, I asked Shirmaine, "What happen? Your dog see something of the 3rd kind?" I asked urgently. It's the 7th month. Things that range from 'Everything to Anything' is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... He is blind...Can't see clearly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blind?" Just what the hell does she really by that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar... Over 10 years old already...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARHHH&lt;/span&gt;!" She let out a scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh My God... What happen?" I was feeling rather groggy and that really wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He bite me...." See why I hate dogs? They bark and bite. Not even cute at all. She continued, and much to my horror, she actually said, "I'm going to bite him back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which she really did. When I asked her how she bite the dog back, she just tell me, as if explaining to an idiot, "Just bite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine. Don't even know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..ly..ly.. Come here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lily?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.. its Billy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come here Billy... Good doggie... *kissing sound*!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MAINE...I feel like slamming down the phone...!" I exclaimed with disgusted laughter, to her. "Its like listening to you making out with a DOG (Which is ,by the way, so very much the case... URGHZ) !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: a)  I HATE DOGS...b) Maine is from Venus and c) She is a nut case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112858424168379453?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112858424168379453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112858424168379453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112858424168379453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112858424168379453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-like-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112843619295773820</id><published>2005-10-04T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T07:39:41.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ally Mcbeal had always been one of my favourite T.V shows. Been loving it since I come to know it's very existence. It had never failed to make me laughed during some of my down moments, and also is a 'thing' that keep my tuesday night occupied. Favourite actress is none other then Lucy Liu. She is a fabulous actress. She is a Bitch in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd once asked Fay, "What is the meaning of Bitch?" Reason being, I can't find the proper definition in the Fat Book. I think it's written as some vixen or something, which is so not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fay replied wisely, "Women with negative atittude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Lucy Liu was and does in that show. Though she doesn't have much dialoge, as she is just a supporting actress, but her look alone can make you laugh like mad. Haha... How I miss those days watching it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd managed to get a couple of VCDs for keep sake/re-watching purpose. I was watching this afternnon, when I got an interruption from Shirmaine. Yes! She called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello!" I amazed by my basic courtesy. I mean, usually I say a big,cold,dead, "YAR!" to her. Heaven/Goddess/God... Whatever come over me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hurt my foot!" She moaned, and I started laughing. You may say that I'm sick but come on, you guys do it at times too! Sometimes, it's just fun, laughing at other people unfortunate encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued in her alike Moaning Myrtle way, "A metal plate dropped onto my foot and... can you stop laughing? Ke Yi You Yi Dian Tong Qing Xing Ma (In English, Be Sympathetic can or not?) ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, but somehow, that devil inside me just tell me, "Come on, you know you want to laugh it out!" And that's what I did. I continued laughing. However, since she is one of my bestest pal, I have to do something nice I did the traditional thing, as in giving some advice, "Put some ice onto that spot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so painful, Kan Ni Neh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Honestly, she can be crude at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... So now it's my mother fault?" I asked sacastically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... No, but I didn't scold Ta Ma De...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! She can't tell the differences between the two. I had to explained, "Maine... Kan Ni Neh means fuck your mother...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she laughed. I also don't know why. Most the the pain that's getting to her head. Made her a bit unstable. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Kan Ni Neh is a hokkien word. In English, it's Fuck Your Mother. It's very very crude. Never ever use it unless it's necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: Ta Ma De is also a hokkien word. In English, it's His Mother One. Not as crude as the above but still belong to the 'Family of Vulgarities'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, The Hokkiens are the Grandfather of vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm a hokkien ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112843619295773820?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112843619295773820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112843619295773820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112843619295773820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112843619295773820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/ally-mcbeal-had-always-been-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112826576730017039</id><published>2005-10-02T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T08:09:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... Never thought that I be blogging in here again. Blogspot is down for maintenace you see? Anyway, I will just type in here then copy-paste the whole thing over when it's okay over there again.&lt;br /&gt;A new set of Magic Cards will be out next friday. Last Sunday, was the pre-release, which means some people will have the new cards. That is why I went to Bishan to meet up with Ying Qi and Ah Sheng yesterday, to check out the new cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that near (Bishan), you see? The fastest, possible way to get there will be by MRT. I get on, get a seat and that is when I saw it. A lady , standing in front of me, wiping her arm-pits with a tissue. I'm shocked and disgusted by that very sight. Apparently, there's only two choices for me, a) Throw up the Bee-hoon which my intestines is still trying to digest (I can feel it) from breakfeast, or b) Get it off my chest. I choose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took out my Samsung and thumb a message to Shirmaine. I feel much better. This is definitely even more disgusting then people digging whatever is clogging in their nose , in the public. Guess what that friend of mine replied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wahahaha.. go up to her and ask Excuse me miss, can I smell the tissue? Wahahaha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Maine... So much for helping. I just reply her, 'Maine... There's no need for me to go up to her. Somebody just got up, she is sitting beside me, with her child on her lap, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what she really did. This time round, she wipe her face... Yes... She wipe her face... with the same tissue.&lt;br /&gt;After the whole 'Getting New Magic Cards' episode, Ying Qi and I went to Orchard coz he say, "I want to get a shirt." It's kind of a blessing in disguise, because there's a fashion thing going on in Paragon yesterday. Models doing catwalk on a run-way in the atrium. It's the first time that I actually witness such an event. Was really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandi Ahmad's wife, Nadia? is a bomb. She can walk really well. The way she carry herself, it's full of confidence. You know? Some women get even beautiful after giving birth? I can see that beauty in her. She was the one who start the ball rolling and is also one who led the whole group of model in the final parade, ending the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some of the models are just so *speechless in a bad way*. There's this one who walk really, very slow. It's so boring! I even had a consecutive two yawns. You can imagine how slow she is. There's another, much to my 'horrification', walk out, wearing a stocking (Those socks women wear) look-a-like shirt, without wearing a bra. Ying Qi and I just turned at looked at each other, "Do you see what I see?" Not that I am kicking such a big fuss over it, but it's just so not 'Singapore'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years ago, there's this model who is being sued for taking off her clothings while doing the run-way thing, but look at this now? Singapore sure have grown into a much 'open-minded' country. Which I think is really great.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, I met up with Wai Leong and Chew Lui (The couples). I gave Wai Leong a rough report on the fashion show. The first thing that that prat ask me upon hearing my report, "So did you Mari-Kitah (In other words, erect) ?"&lt;br /&gt;... Seriously, I could have kill him if I happen to have a parang in my bag. I mean, Puh-Leezzz... Do I really look that desperate? That's what I told him and ended off by saying, "I'd watched the Victorian Secret Showcase before, does that necessary means I have to erect every once a model walk out?" I mean, the models in V.S.S come out wearing laundrette, just laundrettes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the next 5 minutes, he just keep singing the National Anthem. Feel like grabbing him by his head and slam it hard against the wall. By the way, this good friend of mine, happens to be a very 'backward' person. Meaning? He got a very traditional thinking in a very, very, very lame way. That's why, I suppose, he find this (Bra-less model thing) a very 'WOW' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other moments that I think really hard to myself, "Why the fuck are we good friends?"&lt;br /&gt;1) When I asked him to check out the Ministry of Sound, he said: "Provided that she (His girlfriend) don't go!" Why? He is scared that his girlfriend is being molested as in flesh rubbing against flesh is considered as one, over in pub. To him, womens who actually patron such places are considered as cheap and desperate for men's attention. ( See what I mean by 'Backward')?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I asked him to go get a tan at Sentosa together, he said "Provided she (his girlfriend) wear like that (T-shirt and jeans)" ... ... ... Seriously, why don't he just go the whole hog and ask his girlfriend to wear winter wear there instead? It's going to be a very precise covering up of body parts in winter wear, ain't it? With the coats and three layer of clothings, including a Lohn John. I mean people usually go to Senosa (In fact all) wearing very little, as in shorts and sleeveless for the sake of 'Being One with the Sunshine'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up, I tell him in my very cold tone, "Please! Don't tell me such jokes which will give me cramps!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112826576730017039?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112826576730017039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112826576730017039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112826576730017039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112826576730017039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112813317397236021</id><published>2005-10-01T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:19:33.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I was saying... Yar! The mascara and the toilet. After those 'events', we get ourselves a seat outside a shop, within Far East. It was there where she put on her (mum's) sunglasses and start to peel off a layer of plastic from her newly brought (Maybelline) mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to control myself, but finally (after much inner struggle), I let it out, "Why is it that after appyling the mascara, you decided to wear the shades? No point right? You womens money are just so easy to cheat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it true? She spend a million years in the ladies (While I wait a million years outside the ladies), appyling the mascara, only to wear a pair of shades to cover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She look dagger at me (still peeling) and said in a cold tone, "Kee Lin, you are such a sexist!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! I'm not!" (Am I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still struggling. As in to get that layer of plastic off. What's so difficult about it? Feeling ridiculous, I asked, "Do you need my help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She go all defensive and  said"No... How can I get you to help me with the girls stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I call a good gal pal. They spare a thought for you, by not shaming you, with their bags or make-up (If you get what I really mean) in public. I'm still feeling happy about that fact when she decided to end it by saying, "Prove to me that you aren't a sexist!" and hand me her mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much fior the 'Sparing A Thought' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm peeling, she said, "Seriously, you won't know when you need it! You kno?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know.She is crazy. Very much indeed. I just looked at her (My... she look dead serious about it). Thus, I decided to play along, "Yar... and I'm Jessica by night!" I read from some magazines whereby, there are some guys who like to cross dress at night. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just said (again), "Like I say, you won't know when you need it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous ain't it? Apart from a) looking like a monkey to some good friends, b) a bloody faggot who have a queer fetish for cute guys  and now adding up to that spectacular list (as if I really need that) c) Kee Lin by day, and Jessica by night. Some good friends I have, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just asked her, "Tell me? Why do I bother coming out with you in the first place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just get into one of her 'those' laughters. Dangerously crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112813317397236021?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112813317397236021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112813317397236021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112813317397236021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112813317397236021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-i-was-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112805347427211789</id><published>2005-09-30T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:11:14.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, at the same time (Around noon), same place (Orchard Road)and with the same person (Shirmaine). The only difference is the shopping center we went. Far East Plaza. Why we went there is because, as soon as we meetup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to get a pair of sunglasses! I broke my mum's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Followed then, she took out what seems like a blue pouch and took out a pair of sunglasses, which by the way is made of plastic. (Her mother labelled her as 'scary' when she called up to do the confession thing.) Seriously, I think its scary too. It's made of plastic and it still can be what? Spoiled? Cracked? The condition doesn't look good. A lens drop outNothing could be done to put it back unless by means of superglue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did it happened?" I asked sympathetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was wiping it and it fel off my hand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ermm why not lets go to Lucky Plaza?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar true larh hor? Go to the places where the aunties go to shop for their things!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While making our way there, "Let's go the Far East instead! I don't want to go to Lucky Plaza!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I don't like Filippinos!" She ended with a full stop. That explained why we were at Far East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going from shop to shop to look for a somewhat identical pair, we stumbled upon this particular section where by they leave a yellow painted wll empty, for screening of MTVs via a LCD projecto. Cool idea. I was paying attention to Kylie Minogue 'I Believe In You ' Mtc when that short women asked, "Do I look like J.Lo (She's busily trying on different pairs of shades)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I remind you  that we are looking for your mum's sunglasses?" I gave her a very 'unbelievable' look, and continued, "You look upon J.Lo as a role model?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" With that, she turned her back on me (How Rude). I think she is just too proud to admit that she really does look upon to someone with bigger ass and bigger breast, in this case it's J.Lo, as a role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my way to another section, and this time, at another wall, they are playing Kelly Rowland 'Dilemma' Mtv. Its one of my favorite hits and worse, I HAD NEVER EVER SEEN THAT MTV BEFORE!" I quicly turned to Shirmaine, "Maine, pretend to do some shopping while I catch this MTV!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped at where she was, and looked up at me (I'm taller, u see?), wearing a very 'stone' look. Months of friendship had somewhat turned us into 'You Don't Have To Say, I know What You Mean' kind f telepathic thing. She was trying to get across 'Pleaseeee Don't Be So Cheap'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally managed to get the shades,  she decided to get mascara. So what am I? A cheap shopping companion for her girlish stuffs? I did point out to her during one of our conversation. She actually said, "Kee Lin, you are not cheap... You are free!!! HAHAHA...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the worse. She did eventually get the mascara. After which, she tell me she had to go to the loo. We, then go into our respective rest rooms. As always, Guys are the ones who 'get it over with' very fast. I get myself a waiting area and waited. Waited...Waited...Waited... and waited... After one million years, she finally emerge from the Ladies. All the time I though that she might have met with some sort of trouble in the Ladies, she was in fact, appyling the mascara. Feel Like Killing Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Of Part 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112805347427211789?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112805347427211789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112805347427211789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112805347427211789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112805347427211789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesterday-at-same-time-around-noon.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112787111425293724</id><published>2005-09-28T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T18:39:07.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While walking down the busy streets of Orchard (The area just directly opposite Heeren) with You-know-wh0 yesterday, I asked her (Out of the blue), "What would you do if someone called you a Chee By Kia?" In English, its 'Child of a Vaginal'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went into a deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really! Is it just so difficult? I told her flatly, "I would say, Yar! I'm from there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That did it. She went bend-over and start her usual hysterical laughing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing that she don't really catch what I mean, I explained (while she contnued laughing), "I mean who isn't from there?" She is still bending over laughing away. I continued, "I would even retort that person, so where are you from? The ass?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still laughing. Madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to get across is, be careful of what come out from your mouth during an arguement. At least let it be sensible. Don't ever let the other party to have the chance to turn the knives around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that episode, we continued our way through Orchard. This time round, we pass by someone (a woman) who have big frontal. She just blurt out, "I don't have a clevage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years down the road, there are things that won't change for  Shirmaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Her unfortunate height&lt;br /&gt;2) Her hair (It still be black coz she like it black)&lt;br /&gt;3) The way she moan like Moaning Myrtle in Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;4) Cute guys (She like. Very.)&lt;br /&gt;5) The fact that we still be good pals (How very sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, 6) The fact that she will decide to go 'on air' in the public. Suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, It's I'm the one who laugh like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe a Push-Up Bra?" I suggested. I mean why not? Just take a look at Tyra Bank (Boobs). It did wonders for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned and look at me. (Something bad is going to happen... I know)And said, "Do you think there is really anything for me to push?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to think of something to console her but, how the hell can I even console when I can't even  convince myself? I mean, she got a tragic over there. As in there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we settle  down at Coffee Bean outside Borders. I LOVE THEIR CHEESECAKE. While lazing around there, she check out the yan daos, while I check out the chios (I don't like cutes). A very happy spend, just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112787111425293724?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112787111425293724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112787111425293724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112787111425293724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112787111425293724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/while-walking-down-busy-streets-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112779615251536200</id><published>2005-09-27T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:51:53.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Can you stop doing that?" She-who-I-can't-be-bothered-to-name asked, or rather she demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing a note of desperation in her voice, I wake up from my 'Dazing Land'. You know, when you are dazing, you tend to do the unexpected. It was when you 'wake up' then you know, 'OH MY GOD, I ACTUALLY DID THAT!'. Yar! That's what happen to me. While dazing, I'm playing with the straw, stuffing it in between my teeth and the upper lips area. From the outside, you will see a neat hump form up in between the area above the upper lips and right under your nose, (You know? The area just right under the nostrils)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather 'What's so wrong in doing that', I retort, "So what do you want me to do? Gentleman?" With that, I slump back into my chair, shift a bit to the right hand side and gave her a really gentleman look. Hard may I tried, but I can't even reach a 1/4 of what Hugh Jackman did in the show 'Kate and Leopold'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just look at me and said (again), "Stop doing that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womens. Sometimes, It's just so very hard to know what the fark are they thinking of, or what do they really want. Most of the times, when you ask them, They will say 'No' but in fact they mean 'Yes' else, they will say 'Yes' when they actually means 'No'. In other words, they leave you with 2 choices, a) you do it, you die or b) you don't do it, you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that. They like to listen to lie and like to pay close anal attention to the little (Which I think are fake) things that men do or say on their first date or making the first impression. Then, when they finally see the wolf that is well-hidden under the layer of sheep's wool, they will cry out, "I've been cheated of. Mens are pig!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. Who in the first place allow themselves to be lie to? Conclusion: Womens are truly from Venus (If that really link at all)... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering. It was a sunny day. The both of us went to Westmall Shopping Center for a little chill out session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why, I'd always been myself. As in the way I go out, is the way I look like at home. Hair Un-style, clearer description would be ermmm... you know what's a road kill? It's somewhere around there. Wearing a White T-shirt and a 3/4 pants. I don't believe in doing anything that is so not myself. Always leading a down to earth life. Ended up... JUST LOOK AT ME... (Don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirmaine said, "It's about the first impression!" Looking all wise and all. For the spilt 3~4 seconds, I thought I saw god (Himself) descending from the heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a questioning look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling irritated, she said hotly, "Tell me, If you see San San (A not so thin coursemate from Year 1) and I appraoching, who will you talk to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a second thought, I said "You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see what she means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112779615251536200?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112779615251536200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112779615251536200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112779615251536200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112779615251536200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/can-you-stop-doing-that-she-who-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112754519085884027</id><published>2005-09-24T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:59:50.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DragonLance... Just love it. Even after reading the Chronicles (3 books) for the 3rd time, I still find it very interesting. There is this part in book 2 whereby one of the main character, Sturm Brightblade,  had to died. The way that Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman put it across, is so touching, that it brought tears to my brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the last few pages of the Legends Trilogy, Book 1, Time of the Twins. Though not as 'touching' as the Chronicles, but it's still great. By the way, it be the 2nd time that I'm reading it. I'd just asked my Elder Brother to get me the book 3. Reason? He still own me a Birthday Gift. He asked me to give what I want a though. Maybe I be asking him to get me the Da VinCi code too. *Eyes Sparkling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning after the bloody Napfa Test, I received a call from I-don't-think-I-had-to-name-her, you know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar?" Nowadays, I can't be bothered to say a decent 'I haven't seen you in 10 years' sort of Hi to her. She labelled me as someone with 'Big Atittude Problem' for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's your leg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's aching...!" I smell a rat. And it's a big one. "Come on, you don't call me up just to ask me how is my leg! What's it about? Shoot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... Can't I even concern my good friend? Anyway... You know... ... ....!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I suspect, she start telling me the 'Once Upon A Time' thing. Somehow, I feel like I'm 'Dear Angie' in the Teenage Column. Only difference is the one asking for advice need not write it down. So, I listened and listened and listened... still listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How? What should I do?" I can't help but to push up my specs a bit. The feeling of being approach for advice is sooooooooo bloody great. As If I really Need That...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should... Wait! I am teaching you the bad things! It's bad Karma!" This sudden creepy thought hit upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not... You are just helping a good friend!" She reasoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is! No wonder I don't have a girlfriend! Last time, I also tell my good friend about this and that..." Vivid memories from 'Those Days' came back to haunt me. I can't seem to sleep at night. Always hearing voices speaking to me... Feel like killing myself... Sounds Great? Nice? I just know it. I have what it takes to write a Thriller/Suspense story. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could write ermmm 'Silence of the Mutton'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That did it. She went laughing like crazy. It was those kind of laughter you can't seem to control. You stop, only to star again. YES! She was doing one of those. Saying in between hysterical laughter, "It's give me cramps!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what come over me. Because, I also joined in her mad laughing session. It wasn't only after I recovered then I realised, 'Why the fuck am I laughing happily at me sad unfortunate plight?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112754519085884027?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112754519085884027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112754519085884027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112754519085884027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112754519085884027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/dragonlance_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112744344426738340</id><published>2005-09-23T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:44:04.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M LIVID. I failed the evaluation (again). Shit! 61/70. I need at least 63/70 to secure a pass. Why... Why not give me just that two miserable marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, well waiting for the rain to stop yesterday, Shirmaine and myself waited ather project block. Yesterday was the once in a week special day. I always look forward to thursday, because of 8-days. It had always been one of my favourite magazine of all times. Tell me. Where else can you find another cheap-entertaining-glam magazine? It's just so full of everything. There's the T.V guide, the synopses, the Jason Hahn's entertaining column, the latest juicy gossip on various stars... It's a total fab. However, some of the areas which I think they can put more of an effort in is on the last page, which I think is so un-funny lame, and the Music guides. The reviews on certain Cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm the one who bought and brought the magazine. My bestest pal, Shirmaine Seow, is the cheapskate reader. Haha. Never ever, had I read an issue which is bought and brought by her. The only other time I actually caight her buying a magazine is 'Teenage', to kill the 3 hr boring OPC lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I was surfing the net, she was busily flippin through the magazine and making various comments. It was when she reached the page on RAIN, as in the latest Korean 'In-Thing' actor/singer, that she went all girlish. She stopped rocking her chair, closed  copy of 8days, leaving it slightly opened for her mouth to blow air into (Girls do that, don't ask me why) and leaned forward, exclaiming, "OH MY GOD... hehehe... It's Rain" Going all girlish crazy/ga-ga... I was extremely mortified by that sudden action made by her. I mean, we aren't the only one around. The entire room is filled with people doing their project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only give her those look. I thought I had the suprise out of the unbelieveable surprise from her already. I was dead wrong. She told me that her mum was into Rain too. and later on, she be going to West Mall to get her the MTV vcd for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole Rain thing, she sort of recovered, only to start a singing again. Someone in the room had played songs loudly, and she was humming to the music/groove, and occassionally singing along. I think it was when it reached the song 'Chi Xing Jue Dui' that she told m, "Hey I know/love that song!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to go through the whole enduring her humming and singing in a not-so-soft voice ordeal, I gave her a cold look and tell her flatly, "Help Me! Help You!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112744344426738340?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112744344426738340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112744344426738340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112744344426738340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112744344426738340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-livid.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112739967675378837</id><published>2005-09-22T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T07:38:12.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Napfa</title><content type='html'>Somehow, the rain stopped. Which means, I have to attend the Napfa test. I went, I did, and I failed. This is so sad. NOT! I didn't even managed to get a Bronze. I should had just pack my bag and go home after I failed my Pull-Up Don't Laugh!). I wonder what came over me. I actually stayed and do the whole bloody 2.4 km = to 6 rounds round my school sports hall. Now? My upper thighs are aching like siao. Every movement which my made (Where my legs are involved) reqired an effort. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time that I came in, Shirmaine still had 2 more rounds to go. I made my way to get a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited... waited... and waited. After a million years, I saw her approaching me, with a smile (what's so fun about running anyway?). When she reached where I am, she said, "Wau Lau! Just now when running over there (pointing her finger to that unfortunate area), he suddenly shout at me (refering to our timekeeper) NO.7 no need to run liao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so demoralising. My heart go out to her. "You should just walk across the field mah!" I mean isn't that the only sensible thing to do in this case? Since you know you have failed, why don't just get across faster, taking the short cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... I must have the Sportmanship (Women in her case) atittude!" She said while giving me a 'Xena the warrior princess' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to admire her for that or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mum didn't cook dinner today, therefore I went to Bukit Panjang Plaza to get food. I am so tired and that's when I saw it. A QUEUE... in front of the escalator. In case you are wondering, the escalator is functioning properly. I can't help but to bend sideway to get a clearer view on what's going on at the front. Half expecting to see some kind of sad fatal accident. ENDED UP, I saw a group of youngster (around 16~20) talking .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just behind the group of youngster, are some students wearing red uniform. Two of them decided to use another way to get down using an alternative way. I wondered what is so difficult in saying an, "Excuse me!" Being tired and feeling that the whole thing is so ridiculous , I start to (unconciously) put on my worst look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in that group noticed that, and say, "OEi, people want to go down lie!" Then the others do the traditional laughing and shoving around stuff. Sadly, I can't seem to catch the joke, which sparked off their laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While moving down the escalator, the one in the front suddenly decide to lift up his leg and put it on the black-rubber railing. He must have think that it's very 'Sa...utt (smart)', doing that action. Seriously, I think that he is just making a clown out of himself. Worse, a very not-funny clown. It's those kind of clowns which you will see and will feel like telling them to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Point. Is it just so difficult to step aside to decide where you want to go, rather then jamming up the whole escalator? So much for courtesy! Sometimes, I do really feel that, its because of such people around (inconsiderate) that makes rude people around. Don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112739967675378837?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112739967675378837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112739967675378837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112739967675378837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112739967675378837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/napfa.html' title='Napfa'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112737176995996906</id><published>2005-09-22T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:51:42.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>I must be crazy enough to come to school with Shirmaine today. Initial Plan was to take our Napfa test, to be held at the Sports Hall at 4.30 p.m later. Thing is, IT'S RAINING NOW. Part of the 'Initial Plan' was to print out another copy of her result slip (I don't understand how did she managed to lose it), use the scanner to scan in her results, for some Job application purpose. The least of the 'Initial Plan', which I by the way, not looking forward to, is to see a certain *ahem*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did ask her last night, "What's the significant of me going to school tml? A side kick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately Still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too lost for words... Feel like slitting my wrist. Literally, I don't mean slitting my wrist as in really slitting my wrist. What I mean is slitting my wrist as in slitting my wrist. You get me? If you don't never mind, it's ok. Because I don't know what I'm writing too (That's what you become when you are good friends with a BOMB... Partially Mad, I'd become) WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO REASSESS THIS FRIENDSHIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112737176995996906?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112737176995996906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112737176995996906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112737176995996906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112737176995996906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-school_22.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112727032712425257</id><published>2005-09-21T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T02:05:36.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emmys</title><content type='html'>Did you guys happen to catch the Emmy Awards on Monday night? If you didn't, its just too bad, coz you had missed a good laugh. The host, in my own opinion, did an excellence job in keeping the audience (as in those actor/actresses) entertained. Some of the funny things she said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Don't say that it is unexpected when you win the award, because you have a 1/5 (There are 5 nominees)chances in winning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Let's be honest! Winning an Emmy isn't everything! Winning an Oscar is...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...If you didn't win, that doesn't mean that you aren't a great person. It just means that you aren't a great actor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to sidetrack a little. Shirmaine is on the phone with me now, telling me about (again) some cute guys. I have this sudden urge to tell her, "Do I, through great bloody misfortunate, look like what they call a faggot,with a strange fetish for cute guys to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2nd thought, I think it's best to remain my role as 'Dear Angie', because if  I were to say that to her, It will be a) She hang up, b) she tell me the usual, "But you got girls to discuss MEH?" or c) Yar, you look like one. Any of those choices is a losing case to me. Seriously, I think I have to reassess our friendship. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Emmy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event start off with a group singing some party songs from the 80s. You know? Those songs that will get the audiences to start clapping their hands along, some nodding their heads or shaking their legs to the beat/rythmn of the music. Once in a remotely blue moon, you can see some standing up, totally clean forgotten the very fact that they are wearing branded stuffs and is currently 'LIVE' on T.V, a hand up over their head, and start 'wiggling' their body up and down like the snakes does when its on the move. Yar, they are doing one of those song. It wasn't until I see Fergie then I realised that it's the Black Eyed Peas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly went to my handphone. Unfortuantely, there is no reception. Therefore I turned and make my way to the phone to ring up the one and only, Shirmaine Seow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it get through, I said, "Are you watching?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" She asked in a very cold tone. What have I done to offend her anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Emmy Awards. Black Eyed Peas, they are singing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Black Eyed What???" I can't believe it. She actually asked me that. As if she don't know that group like that. I feel like telling her in a very sarcastic way, "You know? It's the group of loonies who put pea-shaped (If there's really one) contact lenses onto their black pupils! Yar, the Black Eyed Peas!" STILL, experience tell me to leave matter as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Black Eyed Peas... Ohhh... It's over!" They just finished off the last sentence of that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you inform me when the whole  show is over?" she said in a very sarcastic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: It doesn't pay to be kind. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bidi Bidi Bon Bon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bidi Bidi...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you know that song too?" I'm surprised. That song is sang by the late Selena. Title of the song, Bidi Bidi Bon Bon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar... It's by Selena right?" She asked...the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes... I love her songs! Do you know she is killed by her best friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is sad... Kee Lin... Will you kill me...?" I was about to say a definite NO when she finished off  with, "Just because I'm prettier?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would I kill you for that? a) I ain't a gay and b) I ain't a trans !" I can't help but to laugh out at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, just a conversation with her, could kill my brain cells by millions... lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112727032712425257?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112727032712425257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112727032712425257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112727032712425257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112727032712425257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/emmys.html' title='The Emmys'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112710761229445549</id><published>2005-09-19T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:51:31.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Chang Er Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the special once in a year occassion. The season whereby people stuff themselves with moon cakes like siao. Yar! It's the Mooncake Festival or otherwise as I called it the 'Chang Er Fly to the Moonday!" As usual, these kind of festival is espically exist for people who are what they called 'In a relationship'. Sad loner (Sadly, I'm still in this catergory) like me, will have to stay at home, and enjoy whatever T.V program that is airing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I decided to go crazy and message a couple of chosen few, 'Oh My God! I think I saw Chang Er dancing on the moon!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Hao replied, 'Izit.. Then I sae the rabbit..Bangz..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirmaine replied, 'Really? I saw Huo Yi crossing the clouds wor..Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi replied, '&gt;_&lt;yah.&gt;_&lt;yah..&gt;_&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conculsion, we do know our history on how this festival comeabout. It's just so difficult to be a traditional Chinese at times. Just the supersitious belief alone is already a pain in the ass. I mean there is so much 'To Dos' and 'To be Avoided'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should just come out with a new course which is, 'Diploma in Chinese Superstitous Beliefs'. The career perspect be, 'The Ask-Rice Auntie', The Sitting-By-The-Temple-Fortune- Teller', 'The Ask-Diety-to-Possessed-My-Body- Guy (You know? Those who will jump around in a crazy manner for sometime and use joss stick to burn their on chest?)etc... I mean, isn't it better this way? At the very least, they are certified. That will minimise the rate of Aunties getting cheated. Still that is just a thought. Another good thing about it! So that we know the origin of the belief (We don't have to hear the traditional, "They say..", "My Ah Mah Say..." blah blah and get so irritated over it) and not believing/following it blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do read on the papers. Aunties being cheated of thousands dollars. Reason? They paid that hefty sum for a supposing pearl that is said to do wonders.... PLEASE! If theres such a thing exist, why do we need the doctors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to ponder, Why is it the aunties always the one being cheated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: For those who are interested, feel free to tag the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I spend the unfortunate day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Shirmaine called (Again/As always).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you still have the curly fries?" I asked her. Been awhile since I had them. They are very nice. Actually, anything that is salty is consider nice. Things that are bitter are considered sucks. Things that are spicy are considered shiok. Things that are sweet are ermm ermm whats the appropriate words for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.... Over already... I ate the last few!" For those who needs a refresh of memory, she is working as a Macdonald Manager (How Unglam!) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come didn't save some for me?" I demanded, and ended off by saying, "So much from a good friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about you calling me a Bimbo?" She challenged. Somehow, I can feel that the bomb activation button had been pressed upon. 3 more minutes to detonation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bu...t that is a compliment!" In my book of phrases, Bimbo and Bitches are considered as compliment. I mean, people need to meet certain criteria to become one. On the other hand, words like whore/slut/prositute are very much offensive words. I don't use them often, unless necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is not!" She ended with a full stop, ending this debating session. What to do? What could I possibly do? She is the bomb, and I ain't a.... what we call a person who deactivate the bomb? Anyway, I ain't the whachamacallit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation led on to some cute guy she met. She was telling me in between girlish giggle about how cute the guy is, blah blah. After listening her rattling on for sometime, I somewhat feel that something is wrong. I mean, I am a guy and why is she discussing CUTE GUYS with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I exclaimed, "Wait! Why are we discussing about guys? We still be discussing about girls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got girls to discuss meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great isn't it? Thanks Maine, that's just what I see bloody need. A 'gentle' remainder that I am still a sad 21 year old lonely single. Thank You Very Much. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112710761229445549?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112710761229445549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112710761229445549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112710761229445549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112710761229445549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/after-chang-er-day.html' title='After Chang Er Day'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112701970894748602</id><published>2005-09-18T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:01:49.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a pretty hectic day for me. Around noon, where the sun is shining brightly and madly right on the top of your head, I went to Bukit Batok Driving Center to enrol. I had given this thought for quite sometime already. That explain the decision. A driving licence means more job opportunity in the near future. Hopefully, I will pass it with no sweat. PHEW. Btw, Congrutulations to Wai Leong for getting your driving licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I went to my Secondary School not-so-close friend wedding dinner. To be correct, I think it's lunch, and its a late one. It's the first time I went to a Muslim wedding. I thought that I would have to use my fingers to eat, but luckily or rather thankfully, forks and sppons are provided. Can you believe the dish which I enjoyed the most, is actually 'Nasi Jagong', in English, 'Fried Rice with Sweet Corn. The rest of the food is just a so-so. While waiting for some other friends to arrive, I get myslf a seat at a stone chair, and listen to some uslim Songs played over the Hi-Fi system. My God! I can't understand a single word, apart from the traditional 'aku', 'saya' blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then they I heard the first few strands of Jamelia's Superstar that I blurt out, "Finally, an English song!" My muslim friend who is sitting beside me throw me a 'Why you got a problem with Malays' sort of look. I totally forget the fact that all around me a Muslim. SHIT. must be careful with my comments or the things I said next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole 'Maziah's Wedding' episode, I went for a second celebration. This time round,is my mum's cousin second daughter one year old birthday celebration. The baby girl is so cute. Summer is the name. Justt by looking at my other yound cousin, made me realise that I am old. They are, before I know it, growing in a alarming rate. Haha. I am indeed old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like the song 'Toxic'!" My 10 yeard old cousin, Ying Ling told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only look at her in reply. I mean, I am too loss or rather shocked for words. She listen to Toxic. As in Toxic, sang by Britney Spears. She later told me that she had 7 Cds. Nowadays, kids are blessed with good life. Back in 'Days of My Live', I don't even have a decent cassette tape. Not to say Cds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112701970894748602?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112701970894748602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112701970894748602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112701970894748602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112701970894748602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/hectic-day.html' title='Hectic Day'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112692383421456508</id><published>2005-09-17T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:34:05.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine's Celebration</title><content type='html'>Shirmaine's Birthday Celebration yesterday. She treat us to a karaoke session at Kbox Marina. My God. The place, as Kbox labelled herself as in the poster, is exotic. It's a one of its kind. I mean, I've been to a few branches of Kbox, but never have I seen one that special cum beautiful. The floors aren't covered with dirty looking carpet for a change. They are of tiles. The karaoke system is new. There are two of which I though are speakers, which later I checked it out are not, anyway, the speakers lookalike thing are decorated with neons lights, fxed to the wall. even if you were to turn off the ligt, for a romantic environment, the lights will continue to flash. In a nice un-irritating manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though only 4 person, including the birthday girl, making it a 5, we still had fun. Jonah and Cheng Jia have got very nice voice. You should have listen to Cheng Jia's rendition of Jay Chow's songs. My god! He can sing everyone single word of Jay Chow's song. I mean, Hello, its Jay Chow, and not much people can do Jay Chow decently, given the fact that the lyrics are senseless and also the speed is fast. I have to give Cheng Jia full marks. It just left my mouth wide opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They (Cheng Jia and Jonah) also sang JJ's song. Each sang two sentences and on and on. IT'S VERY NICELY DONE. Which made me wonder, 'Why didn't they join the Channel U Superstar thing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration without alcoholic drinks be kind of lame and suck. Therefore, we or rather Jonah and Jac ordered them. We decided on Vodka Sprite. After sometime, the waiter turn up and knocked on the door. He came in (Of Course he needs to) and the rest of us just look at each other and shared looks of bewilderment. On that circular tray, lay a glass of Vodka Sprite. A glass...a miserable glass... My God... It's a glass ONLY. We have 5 person here, and he bring in only a glass. A sip per person? He got the order mixed up. We asked for a jug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had that Vodka, which by the way sucks big time, because I can't taste the Vodka. Yucks. Anyway, yar, we have that Vodka, then we ordered a jug of Tiger Beer. While getting the votes (as in to order which beer), Jonah said, "No need to ask Kee Lin one!" Great! Now I look like a alcoholic addict. What happen to my friendly boy-next-door look? After years of maintaing that, it had finally gone down the drain. Sad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirmaine by this time is a bit high. But still not enough. So, we ordered anotehr jug, and make her drink. She's 80% gone by then. She started to slump onto the sofa and did some laughing thing (As in the Hehe and Haha). When you look in her eyes, you can actually she that her soul is turning madly within. She actually say to me, "I hate you!" ... Some good friends I got? That just fantastic isn't it? Hating me when drunk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, she decided that it's time to visit the Ladies. Jonah, who is sitting beside her, accompany her to the Ladies. As in he wait outside while she go inside. A million years passed beofer they came back. I asked Jonah, "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... She rest her forehead on her hand, onto the wall and started laughing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing end, we make our way to the MRT station. While going down the escalator, she suddenly said to me, "I'm not drunk, I still can talk politics with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar? What 'politics'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. She is looking at a far distance ahead and continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What 'politics' are you going to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wave of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What 'politics'?" The suspense is killing me by then. It's like you are reading a thriller story book, the clues are right in front of you, it's just up to you whether you can decipher the code or not. It's always been like that in those story books, there is always some form of code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, she look at me and went, "Hahahahaha!" Her usual girlish giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conculsion, she is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she doesn't admit that she is drunk. And insisting that she is very much 'un-drunk' and said, "I still can walk in a straight line." With that , she walked in a way where the Victorian Secret Showcase models does. One leg in front of another, wearing that high maintenace look. ... That is drunk okay! Tell me! Which women in the right state of mind, will suddenly start doing that 'cat-walking' thing in the public? In case you are wondering, we are at the what we call that as, Under-way mall? Anyway, its the underground shopping area at City Hall.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Maine, if you are reading this, NEVER EVER GO TO A PUB/CLUB/WHATEVER by yourself. In case... I don't have to spell it out any further for you. Haha. Once again... Happy 20th to Ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112692383421456508?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112692383421456508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112692383421456508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112692383421456508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112692383421456508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/maines-celebration.html' title='Maine&apos;s Celebration'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112679002960967257</id><published>2005-09-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T06:13:49.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams!!! OVER</title><content type='html'>Hooray! Cheer's! Whatever! My exams are over (Finally). I be clearing my table later on. Throwing those notes that are so useless now, and passing some to Nicholas or Farid (If they want to use it for the next sem). Anyway, if everything goes smoothly, I should be able to get my Diploma next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier evening, I was watching some variety show, recorded by my Mum last night. It was one whereby you can express your views. Anyway, the topic was on Aids. One unfortunate virus carrier agreed to an interview over the phone. There were a couple of counsellor involve in the variety show. One of them asked, "So what was your initial reaction when you learnt that you have Aids?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Honestly, I feel like switching off the TV. What a lame question to ask. I mean what else could the reaction be? Happy? On cloud 9 (I'm still wondering why is it not 7 or 8!) ? Over the Moon (Why not the Sun)? My god! Of course it be a mixture of shocked and sad. It's a very very stupid question asked. Whoever feel happy getting the Aids must be mad.  Utterly beyond the Valley of Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow is Miss Shirmaine Seow birthday celebration. It be Kbox at Marina. The other day, while on the way to attend another friend birthday, I smsed her, "Guess what? I am on my to attend a not-so-close birthday celebration!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to pretend to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. The 9 p.m channel 8 show starts. What's that name? Beyond the Axis of truth? Anway, Shirmaine and I had another disscussion over Sms about one of the actress. Stella Huang. Both of us agreed that she is beyond the disgusting of the disgusting. Just by looking at her makes me want to puke. She has a passion for acting cute. Whining at almost everything that pop out of her mouth. What's spectacuarly impressive is that she had her hair dyed . RED! Shirmaine point out something, "Being a policeman, woman in her case, can dye hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a wonder that she is still in this industry. Or should I say its a miracle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112679002960967257?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112679002960967257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112679002960967257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112679002960967257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112679002960967257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/exams-over.html' title='Exams!!! OVER'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112653368898264373</id><published>2005-09-12T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T07:01:28.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NO... The BLACK EYED PEAS concert tickets are sold out. Sold out as in the $39 and the $59 are out. Left only those expensive ones. That means have to give it a miss. THEY BETTER COME NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had my Project Management exam today. Whoever set the paper can go kiss a tree. Why the fuck do he/her have to come out with a question which they haven't set it for the past few semester. It's a 20 marks question. That means I left with 80 to score. Hopefully I wont make any careless mistake. If not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I always enjoy crapping with my friends. As in good ones. Like Zhi Hao and Shirmaine. So I will make sure I tell them, "Don't take what I say to heart... Coz I am mean nothing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day at the library. Me and Shirmaine had one of those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... I am joking only larh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You better be!" She said while looking at the Lab Top Screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, Don't really take what I say to heart, Coz I don't mean it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned around and face me. My god. She look as if she has seen a ghost. And said, "BUT YOU SAY THAT I AM PRETTY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I duno whether to laugh or cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112653368898264373?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112653368898264373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112653368898264373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112653368898264373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112653368898264373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112640697718486088</id><published>2005-09-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:49:37.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlyn Birthday</title><content type='html'>Went to Sherlyn's Birthday celebration last evening. It was more like a Class 58 of 2001 reunion. I get to see some of my old friends. Literally I dont mean old as in those lying in hospital bed, hanging off life support system but old as in friends which I'd made in those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is more or less the same. You know? All those traditional things you would see. Thin people get thinner/fatter. Fat people get even fatter/transform into 'Ally Mcbeal'. Some of the people remains the same even for the next ten years (I happen to be one of them... How very sad) and another one, ZHONGWEN. The guy with no dignity and pride, always shouting instead of speaking with the things he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine what a prat he is? There was once back in 'Those Days' where he and another friend is being slap by some gangster on the bus. The following day in school, the 'another friend' is trying very very hard not to mention anything about it. Zhong Wen on the other hand, stepped into the class and said in a not-so-soft voice, "YESTERDAY I KANA SLAPPED ON THE BUS... HAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left whoever is in the class, speechless, dumbfonded. The 'another friend', is looking down on his desk. desperately wish Zhong Wen didn't start the story at all... See what I mean by no dignity and pride? Being slapped by some unknown is like a happy affair to him... MY GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to meet Liling also. One of my good friends in those days. She is a very very typical secondary school girls back then. As in those who will bring branded sling/arm bag to school, sleeping in class, wearing lotsa ear-ring, wearing ring.... sort of thing... Best of all, whenever she went for a toilet break, she will take a million years to come back. She will come back with her fringes (We call them the crockroach) combed and wet. Did I mention she has six? 3 on each side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was saying to me in between girlish giggle, "I remeber last time you always tucked in your PE T-shirt one!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like so shocked. I mean I didn't remeber that particular loser in me. OH MY GOD. I tried to remeber but none of it come back. All I say was, "GOT MEH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar! I got asked you to tuck out but you say it would look nicer 'tucking in'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BLOODY BELIEVE IT. So that's me then? oh my god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IF you don't believe... SHERLYN... SHERLYN!" She said while looking around for another fellow 5B of 2001. The birthday girl happen to be nearby (WHY?) and she walked over. They got into the 'Girl talking to each other in between soft voice and giggle' thing. AND SHERLYN SAID, "YAR LOH! You were like that!" Great. A double confirmation. Just what I bloody need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like walking out of the party. Why I bothered to turn up after all? Total Nightmare. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prat pal, Wai Leong and liling get into yet another one of 'THOSE' conversation. Apparently, Liling's ass gotten bigger. Wai Leong was saying, "You mush reach that particular level, to get into that particular level, before you can get to that particular level?" ... See what I mean by, you will suddenly feel like killing him at times????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liling went all blur, doing that 'wearing a blank look' thing and blinking stuff. I gave her an explanation, "What he meant was you must have done vigourous sex to get the contour/ass shape!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others look at me. I feel so bloody wise suddenly. Liling denied it and say, "No... You can train it by going to the gym!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Train?" I asked while giving her that questioning look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar.. You can... If not, I read from some magazine ( Girl's Holy Bible... E.G... Cleo sort of crappy mag). You can train it by leaning against the wall and squat down to midway and up again!" She said as a matter of factly, wearing a 'IT'S POSSIBLE' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give us a demo!" Wai Leong challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liling looked around and said, "WHAT? You want me to rub against a glass?" We were in a room where there are no walls but lots of glass panel. So naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us laughed ourselves silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the time drag for another  another million years ( Time always pass really really slow, when you are looking for a hole to hide your head into), and it was the time for Singing Birthday Song thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to this. Not because I like eating the cake or what. It's because its a mark for 'WE ARE FREE TO GO HOME NOW!" Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112640697718486088?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112640697718486088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112640697718486088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112640697718486088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112640697718486088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/sherlyn-birthday.html' title='Sherlyn Birthday'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112627309109801627</id><published>2005-09-09T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T06:38:11.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Shirmaine!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm darn happy. On cloud 9 (Why is it 9 and not 7 or 8?). Shirmaine is so sweet. She purposely drop by today, at my home to pass me a cake and a gift. Yar! It's a chocolate cake. She had told me earlier that she be dropping by to pass me something. I never expect it  to be that. When she open the car door (Lionel gave her a ride), I was like 'Oh My God!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very into Winnie the Pooh character. However, she gave me a puzzle of Tigger and ermmm the kangaroo which I supposed is called Joey, hugging together, smiling happily. She said, "It's like me and you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a look and said, "Meaning I am the Tiger and you are the small kangaroo?" Great, apart from looking like a monkey, I nowalso am a Tiger with strips. What's the world coming to? Haha. I love that puzzle. A LOT. After she dropped me the gifts, she went off, while I went up (home), at the same time texting her a msg to thank her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "Hahaha...enjoy man...my best friend deserve the best..haha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrimaine, if you happen to be reading this, THANKS VERY MUCH again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to meet up with the couple for lunch, as in Wai Leong and Chew Lui. Another 2 of my bestest pals. I treat them to Sakae Shushi. They gave me a funky looking bag (I really need a new one) and a very outrageous looking T-shirt (I don't think I dare wear that). Honestly, bestest friends can be suckers at time. Haha. They were telling me, "Nice mah! Wear it tommorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave them a dubious look. I mean... I'm speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went walking around. Wai Leong being the 'I dont like Orchard' guy wanted to stay in Bugis. There are times when you just suddenly feel like killing him. It's the years of friendship that is refraining me from doing it. Sometime, he will make very very 'pratty' comment, so much so that I will give him a cold look and tell him flatly, "I feel like grabbing you by the head and slam it straight into the glass panel!" I don't think I will have to elaborate much to tell you guys how much a prat he is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new retort to use on him today. He was , as usual, going into the 'prat' trance. I feel that as his bestest pal, I have the obligation to pull him out of it. So I turned to his Galfrenz, my god sis, and said, "I give you 2 dollar, go and get me the cheapest knife you can find!" Reason being, what's the point of getting an expensive knife just to stab someone? Wasteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comment work wonders. Wai Leong recovered as fast as *snapping of fingers*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, before I know it, certain people somewhat play an important role in my not-so-glamorous life. People like Wai Leong, Qui Li, Zhi Hao, Maine Seow, Cui Ling, Lifen, Regina, Sharon Liu, Joanna... My circle of closest friend. I wonder what will life be without them? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I have a very very fun day. I'm gonna remeberr it for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks and big hugs to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My Mum&lt;br /&gt;2) Elder Bro&lt;br /&gt;3) Gang of cousins&lt;br /&gt;4) My Maternal 2nd and Small aunt. Thks for the ang paw...&lt;br /&gt;5) My bestest friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112627309109801627?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112627309109801627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112627309109801627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112627309109801627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112627309109801627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks-shirmaine.html' title='Thanks Shirmaine!!!'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112623157776563484</id><published>2005-09-09T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:27:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my birthday. 21st. Some wise people said, "It's once in a lifetime!" I think that 'some wise people' is a pure crap. What about when you are 22? Isn't that a once in a life time thing too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I invited my cousin over for a little something over at Block 172, Ninth Floor, Flat number 20. Those cousins whom I had invited are those who have the ability to take a bus ride home on their own already. Which include the below, in order of arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Leong Dick Long (Son of my Third Aunt)&lt;br /&gt;2) Jason Woo (B.F of my Da Jie... Looking younger these days... Must be another 'Worshipper of the Moon')&lt;br /&gt;3) Vivian Koh (She can easily pass of as Karen Carpenter minus the voice)&lt;br /&gt;4) Tan Mei Ling (My Da Jie. Belong to the same Clan as me. As in the Virgo Clan)&lt;br /&gt;5) Tan Eng Hee (Got one of the biggest butt in the Tan's family. Only competitor is Ah Li)&lt;br /&gt;6) Tan Gim Li (That's Ah Li, my Mum's god daughter, my god sis, I didn't call her that though, could vomit)&lt;br /&gt;7) Brenda (My elder Bro G.F...)&lt;br /&gt;8) Leong Dick Sheng (He is a C.K... Elder Bro of '1)' )&lt;br /&gt;9) Tan Pei Shan (My San Jie, current retired Chao Ah Lian)&lt;br /&gt;10)Tan Fei Xaing (Weird name? But it read as that on her IC. An unfortunate mistake made by some bleedy nurse on the 8th of Jun, years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;11) Tan Eng Khee (Mr Prima Donna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Ah Fen, and my Elder Bro. Didn't include them coz we are living under the same roof. My maternal Small Aunt drop by for the party too. Which include two more cousins, Chua Xin Yi and Chua Xin Ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was frying finger foods, Ah Li walk out of the toilet and throw me a comment, "Wau Qi Lin, your pan very big hor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frying those foods in a pan. As in those you us to cook instant noodles. Reason being, @) I don't have a big one, b) I don't know how to fry using a wok, and c) I don't know any other valid reasons. Tan Eng Hee aka Ah Boy, who is by the way leaning against the wall, also throw me a 'Wow its big look!' Now I can see the unexplained connection between the both of them. I suspect they use their butts as a form of communication. Telepathic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had pizza too. After the dinner, my Elder Bro led us into a game of Black Jack. The only other person who isn't actively involve is Ah Boy. Fay suspect that he is having some relationship of the third kind. While we were happily playing, Ah Boy suddenly walk into the kitchen to answer a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that, Fay launched her 'Finding Out Who Ah Boy Is Talking To' Operation. But she came back achieving nothing. Apparently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Darling...!" Fay said while creeping up to Ah Boy who is chatting away by the window side, in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is your line!" He told Fay with a smile. It was those kind of smile, where you use it on people who made a very funny.NOT. comment. The person upon seeing that smile will stop making the comment, and walk away. That's what happen to Fay. She walked out of the kitchen 'defeated'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ah Boy recovered from his 'Anti Social' behaviour, he become the Bar Man and the Camera Man. He help us to pour the Vodkas (I love Vodka) into glasses. Yin Qi suggested, "We should made him (As in Me) drink shots!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots? Isnt that what's I'm drinking. I mean I have a glass of Vodka with Sprite . It appears, I got the wrong meaning. Shots meaning to drink it without adding Sprite or whatever drinks. "I GOT A SHOT GLASS!" My bro shouted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, since when he gotten one? How come I didn't know? He walked into his room and come out with a miserable looking small glass. IT was the one which I had wanted to throw away, had it not for the name (his name) BRIAN printed in bold on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, I drank 5 shots. Still could recognise my way, the names of people blah blah. After they went home, I went for another. I practically have to slump to the wall for support. I had to swirled my way to the toilet to get a leak.The overall high feeling was freaking great. I still managed to playa game of 'add 10' with Ah Fen and Vivian, before I went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112623157776563484?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112623157776563484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112623157776563484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112623157776563484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112623157776563484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112605931167702370</id><published>2005-09-07T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:15:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School for Same Reason</title><content type='html'>Life couldn't be more interesting!!! Guess where the fark am I now? In school. The same place, at the cafe, accompanying my best pal (If you considered that as one), searching for yet another blogskin. That gal... Really leave me speechless... After going through the hog, doing all those 'admendments' on Monday... She said that, "I prefer my old one!" OH MY GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the initial plan was to go conquer the Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. However, early morning, around the time where the sun is out, but still not very out, I received a msg, 'I think its going to rain..shall we go smewhere else instead?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure... How about King Albert Mac... or you wan come B.P.P Mac?' I suggested to her. Brilliant, ain't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hmm..why mac? but honestly..it looks like its going to rain heavily..wa lau.. later reach there raining we can both cry liao..haha..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It coz its the only posh place that open around this time which I could think of... If you wan Kopitiam... Its a different story..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mac? posh? that is the most shitty place ever! so now how? go school fix my blog ar? coz I hate it! then after that go walk walk at westmall to buy stuffs?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forget about it. She is the Floor Manager in one particular Mac branch. That explains the resentment. I still remebered when the Kaya Bread is out, I was dying for a review, for fear that I would get a dissapointment after trying it. So, I text her, 'Yoz... Have you tried the new Kaya bread? How does it taste? Nice?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bomb replied, 'Taste cheap..Hahaha..Not worthy eat.. dun buy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean by, never ever challenged a woman who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still 'busily' searching for another new blog skin. At the same time, she complain, "I don't undestand why is he talking to her everytime!" She is still recovering from a bad time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Friends?" I suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed an evil laugh and continued her typing. Apparently, she doesn't see eye to eye with me. I add in a living example of 'Good Friends', "It's just like us, talking all the time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately stop her typing, threw me a 'You-Should-Be-Standing-On-My-Side' look, and followed by a 'Zi' sound. As in those sounds you made by sucking back your tongue when you are pissed at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could I say other then "Okay okay... I'm on your side!" ? Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112605931167702370?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112605931167702370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112605931167702370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112605931167702370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112605931167702370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-school-for-same-reason.html' title='Back to School for Same Reason'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112601279098988828</id><published>2005-09-06T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T06:19:51.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had finished with Dragons of Autumn Twilight earlier on. Am now on the second book of the Chronicles Trilogy, Dragons of Winter Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing much today. Spend the morning watching My Date with a Vampire 3. As in Vcds. The good thing is, though its crappy, but not as crappy as the 2nd one. Can see that the male female actress get herself even thinner and had a new hairstyle. Think this hairstlye is the best as compared to the first 2 installment. Anyway, while watching it the other night, I was pointing out to my bbro, 'That's Ma Xiao Ling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving her 'I-don't-want-to-look-but-since-you-pointed-it-out' kind of look, he said, "I had always give her full marks for her legs, she had very straight legs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"L..egs?" I'm a bit blur. Exactly how straight is straight? Why is he giving full marks? I mean... ermmm... he got me blur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She had got very straight legs, as in not flabby at the thighs but straight at the calves area, and not big at the calves and small at the thighs area!" My bro's girlfriend, Brenda, who is also catching a glimpse of the new 'Ma Xiao Ling' bring me out of my 'blurness'. "It's like Karen Mok!" she end with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only she got what my bro refer to as 'straight legs', her facial bone structure had become more define. As in no extra fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wished I could  have that!" Brenda said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at her and said, "B...ut you are thin enough already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! You see?" With that, she pinched some fats out from under the chin area for me to see. "I feel that my face is very big when I take pictures!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical gals. I mean! Have they seen fatter women before? So what are those in Villa Wellness called? Gorgeous Babes? I have come across, not for the first time, girls like that. They look very, really, damn thin, and yet when you say that they are thin, they somehow will say' NOOOO!' and pinched out some fats here and there for you to see. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's thin to them? Jolin Tsai? Jacelyn Tay? PLEASE... One look and you know they got some 'jobs' done. The fact that they can even slim down is not because they are wonder woman, it is because they starve themselves. Read what they wrote in their diet book. Have soups blah blah blah... Who wont get thin from that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smsing Shirmaine the other day, "Life isn't about dieting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She text back, "But it's isn't about gobbling down food either!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean by she is a bomb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112601279098988828?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112601279098988828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112601279098988828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112601279098988828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112601279098988828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-had-finished-with-dragons-of-autumn.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112592776893719668</id><published>2005-09-05T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T06:42:48.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Bim</title><content type='html'>"I can't find a suitable blogskin!" With that, she look at me, who is by the way happily surfing friendster, beside her, and said, "See, you have already finished typing your blog and I can't even find one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour had passed. I had already posted my earlier entry, and yet, she is still without a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it because you are too picky?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar... It's because if I want, I want a really nice one!" She said in a matter of factly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are a perfectionist! No wonder! You are a Virgo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence... Somehow, I feel like I'm talking to a dead wall (Since when a wall is alive?). 2 seconds later, I take the initiative to continue, "But I am a Virgo too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped her typing, and threw a sideway glance at me. She gave me a head to toe look and said flatly, "I can't see any similarites!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I say, she is the bomb. And i don't wanna challenged a bomb, so i tuend back to my lab top Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after she finally managed to get a decent blogskin, and finished doing with her whatever decoration, we walked our way out to the bus stop. From a distance, I can see a couple PDAing  (Public Display Affection) away outside the school gate. When I paased by them, I turned to Shirmaine, "Why are they hugging away? I mean, don't they know that alot of singles are around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said in agreement, "Get a room!" while looking at a far distance ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do they have to add humilation to....!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I can even finish off my sentence decently, she cut in and say in a low voice, "I think we are the only singles around!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blinked, and look around. I mean, how could that be? Since when the world is filled with attached people, and excluding us? another couple is doing the hugging thing at a distance away (Actually, its not that far, just a nice 2 metre away from where we are standing) and a group of 4 gals, happily engaging in their one of those 'gossip-of-the-day' chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at those 4 gals! Do they look like they are attached?" Trust me... You won't even want a brief  description of them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112592776893719668?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112592776893719668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112592776893719668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112592776893719668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112592776893719668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/conversation-with-bim.html' title='Conversation with Bim'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112589864281008162</id><published>2005-09-05T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:38:00.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Sunny Day ain't it? It had to be, coz the sun is shining like mad. Here I am, sitting in the cafe (if you really call that as one) in my school library, 'happily' blogging away. Anyway, reason being back today, is none other than Miss Shirmaine Seow. She asked me accompany her back today coz 'something happen to her blog', and 'mending' it at home, is gonna take forever because she is using a 56K. Same as I do. Which by the way is very suxxxxxx. Big Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, next week I'm gonna take my final papers. Like the old saying goes... 'A blink of eyes'. Yar! I am having one of those 'APPl PPAL' thing (What the fark am I saying???). 3 years just pass like that. To be precise, it's 3 and a half years, because same bleedy lecturer failed me for some modules. I really don't know how they actually managed to do that. I mean, HARLO, I happen to be one very quiet and nice, minus hardworking and add enjoy sleeping in class student. They still can failed me for that. Its a matter of adding 1 mark to 49 to get a passed. YET, they choose to leave it as that. Sick right? Some lecturers are just pure loser and excellent backstabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for leaving NP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Food Sucks&lt;br /&gt;2) Course Sucks&lt;br /&gt;3) Anal Lecturers&lt;br /&gt;4) No Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for Loving NP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Library not bad.&lt;br /&gt;2) Zhi Hao and Shirmaine is here&lt;br /&gt;3) Nicholas and Farid too&lt;br /&gt;4) Still studying, no need to serve NS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I think leaving is better. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Hao, whom by the way doesn't need to take any paper, told me the other day during the stay over, "Technically speaking, I am 'half a leg' in the society already. In other words, he meant that he is a half working adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar. That's how realistic the world is. Once you done with studying, you will have to step into the not-so-fun society, and start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirmaine is still searching for a suitable blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try typing BITCH and search!" I suggested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have already tried that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bimbo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned and looked at me, "Do I look like one?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112589864281008162?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112589864281008162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112589864281008162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112589864281008162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112589864281008162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112575724212825116</id><published>2005-09-03T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T07:20:42.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DragonLance</title><content type='html'>Feeling bored, I took out my collection of DragonLance and re-read them again. This line of fantasy book had always been one of my all time favourite. In my own opinion, I think that it's eve better and more interesting then what Lord of the Rings have to offer. It's a combination of love, friendship, magic, mytical creature, the various different type of dragons... Never failed to amaze me. In fact, this is going to be the third tie I am reading it. I will start of with the Chronicles, then to the Legend, then to the War of Souls. A total of 9 book to be read. Haha... That should keep me occupied while waiting for Harry Potter Book 7. Some of my favourite characters in DragonLance are namely, Tasslehoff Burrfoot, the light-hearted kender, and Lauralanathalasa, the Elven Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening, a few of the family meet up for a 'eat out' session. We, namely, Big Aunt, Third Aunt, Small Aunt, Small Uncle and Family, My Mum, Me, Ah Long and Ah Li, went to Clementi to eat. Had a good time. The food is fab. But Xiao Gu told me, "Wait till you tried the one in Taman Jurong... " My saliva could drip now. We had sotong, stingray, clay pot rice, otak, and po-piah. Ah Li and I also tried the 6 bucks fish and chips. The fish is a bit sucks. Not really nice, however the fries are fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, I went the the twins 4th sis home for a stay over. Apparently, their 4th sis had went oversea. Therefore they invite me over (at Queensway). I had been there a few time, and I fell in love with that place. It feels like home, unlike some flats that gives peeps a very cold feeling. The decoration is really nice. Can tell that their bro-in-law is into art. Coz there's some pictures of which I think a farking expensive, but on the opposite, happen to be very cheap yet nice, hanging on the wall. It's like going to the art musuem where there is yellow (or green) spot-light being cast over them. What I like most, is the sofa. It is a really big and cosy one. you can lie on it, as in it feels like a bed, but yet is a sofa. The coffee table, is like one of those which you seldom see. You can slide them open to place all those things which you want, yet you don't know where to put, into the hollow space within and slide them close back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that I am not a regular there, I forget which floor they stay. I quickly called to ask Zhi Jian for a confirmation. It's on the 3rd storey. I climbed my way up and when I reached, I looked into the window. ThoughI had know them for quite sometimes already, but sometime I have probes telling them apart. Espically when one is with their back facing you. I let out a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, of whom I though is Zhi Jian, happens to be Zhi Hao. He turned around and say, "Wah, so fast, bu kui is 'Lin Bo Wei Pu!" For those who don't know, do check up the 'Heaven Drogon Eight Step'. There is this character inside, who knows a skill whereby he can walk really fast. I happen to walk very fast at times. That's how I earn the nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I can't help but to tease, "Actually, I've been standing outside and eyeing you for a long time already!" That's what stalkers in the show always do. Haha. To which, he threw me a 'Oh My God' look while opening the door for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when Zhi Jian walk into the living room from the kitchen (Finally he appeared). It's been a long time since I saw this good friend of mine. Though Zhi Hao point out to me that, "Seeing me is as good as seeing Zhi Jian!" but somehow its just not the same. I always told him flatly, "You are more 'chee by' compared to Zhi Jian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next few hours talking and watching Dvd. My god. It's the longest Dvd marathon I've attend. WE watched 8 miles, followed by the American Pie Trilogy. I had to correct Zhi Hao a few time coz he keep saying 'Trinity'. The whole thing last till 4.25 this morning. Where we retreat back into the bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112575724212825116?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112575724212825116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112575724212825116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112575724212825116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112575724212825116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/09/dragonlance.html' title='DragonLance'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112545498661117354</id><published>2005-08-31T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:23:06.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESD</title><content type='html'>Though my Sir had somewhat 'cleared the air' that he have two kids, but I still think he would look great in a dress. My god. Why can't he be 'THE MAN' like any other normal man am? How anal could he be? The answer to that, I supposed, is VERY... I don't know what is life itself is for him? To be a happy anal teacher till the very day he retired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, he was taking the attendance (He somehow find that it's a very fun affair), and some peoples were of course late. He said, "Final assement already still late, later have to deduct some points from them!" ... ... ... ... So That's Life for him? Terrorizing Polytechnic Students! How further a loser could he be? My god. For heavens sake, get a decent dress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with Shirmaine Seow yesterday at West Mall, to catch a movie. Land Of The Dead. If there should be an award, 'Lamest Horror Show', I bet this will win. The zombies in the show have emotion and a mind of their own. They somehow knows how to use a machine gun. How lame could it be? I can't believe we were actually laughing at some of the scences. I mean, Harlo! It's a horror show. A M18 to be precise. Yet, we can still laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is this scence whereby a friend is being bitten by the zombie. He's infected and will turn into a walking dead within an hour. Two choice, a) Let him live as a zombie or b) Pull the trigger, kill him and end the agony. They of course choose the latter. Feeling depressed, I turned to Shirmaine and said, "If it is you or Zhi Hao, I don't think I will have the heart to fire the gun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me and said without even a second thought, "I will shoot if that person is you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a heavy slap on my face. My god. Haha. Like I said, somehow, I'm blessed with friends of this kind. That's what we are always doing, 'Verbally Abusing Others to Attain A High Level of Pleasure!' Sounds sadist? But its fun. Provided the person is a very good friend and not some people who will is sensitive. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112545498661117354?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112545498661117354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112545498661117354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112545498661117354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112545498661117354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/esd.html' title='ESD'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112545553999483563</id><published>2005-08-31T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:34:16.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESD again</title><content type='html'>MY GOD. Can someone just get a gun and shoot him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group had just done a spectacular presentation. I bet they are ADs student. You know? Those who will slit each other throat to get very good grades. I just so happen to be one of those who are not so into striving for very high grade. What are ADs anyway? They dont mean a thing to me. Like Shirmaine said, 'ADs... Absolutely Devastating '. I just hope to get a decent D, and get the fark over with, This Course, and This Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND he is saying, "You compared yourself ( He meant the whole class) with this group and see where you stand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... Can he just get a decent life? Rather then wasting himself in this Poly. I can't believe Sirs like him still exist in this era. I thought that Sirs like him belong to the past. As in 'Those Days'. I think he got this square thinking that to get a Diploma in Mechanical Engineering, you have to do very well in this subject, just this subject. Urghzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112545553999483563?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112545553999483563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112545553999483563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112545553999483563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112545553999483563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/esd-again.html' title='ESD again'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112528803329082752</id><published>2005-08-28T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:00:33.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Shirmaine</title><content type='html'>I was doing a mini concert in my room last night. It was those whereby you know you have star quality voice, but somehow you just can't seem to get a decent singing contract. Thus, you will sing in your room to the imaginary crowd, of course doing some waving and dancing here and there (Oh My God... I'm such a Sad Loser), through a remote control (Subsitute for a microphone), and sing along to whatever songs your Real Player or Window Media Player is playing. Yar... I was doing one of those, when from the corner of my eye, I saw my Samsung LCD screen flickering with colors. It had to mean, someone had called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit pissed (Coz I was just about to hit the high note inDavid Tao, 'Susan Sou'), I walked over to my handphone. It indicates, 'Withheld'. Nowadays, the only other person who owns a withheld number and who even bother to call me is none other then Miss Shirmaine Seow, my best pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HI...!" I let out in a tone of great excitement... Seriously, I was rather shocked by my own excitment. It was as if I haven't heard from her in ten years, when we had just chat in the afternoon, which is like just a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!"She returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... Can't I called my best friend?" She said while giving me a girlish giggle. THAT'S SOUND FISHY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, she began talking her usual stuffs. Those, Why, How What... blah blah stuffs. She is getting stronger. Maine, if you are reading this, YES YOU CAN DO IT... YOU WILL SURVIVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what?" She asked suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am playing with my 'Luo Han' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? You are not in your room?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, you are chatting. Thought  it should be rather personal, what if someones heard it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my house!" She said in a tone of firm assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation leds on to her brother. She has a younger brother of whom she will always jabbed him with the things she said. I'm rather amazed at the fact that her brother didn't flare up on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking her somewhat like, 'Won't your brother get angry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was saying something like, "I'M HER SISTER LEH! Don't believe, listen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I had the chance to react to that, I heard a lot,"RYAN!" Apparently, she is shouting out to her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a far away 'WHAT!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU LOOK LIKE A PIG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same  far away voice replied. I think the replied was, 'Who says?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I SAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing myself silly before I actually have the strength to asked, "Do..es does... your brother have any dignity and pride at all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... He doesn't, in this house!" She replied as a matter of factly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the bomb!" That's my conculsion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112528803329082752?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112528803329082752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112528803329082752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112528803329082752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112528803329082752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/conversation-with-shirmaine_28.html' title='Conversation with Shirmaine'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112523381441663578</id><published>2005-08-28T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T05:56:54.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD</title><content type='html'>Fark. I'm pissed. The photos which we had taken during the 'Bukit Timah Nature Reserve' thing, didn't come out alright. It come out blur. I am going to condemn FREE disposable camera for the rest of my life. I don't have a digital camera, therefore, I brought along that stupid disposable camera. I mean, since its lying on the table, why not just take and use it? Who knows... Took some funny shots tha day, and now, can't get to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while at the Sans Bookshop the other day, Shirmaine was telling me something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you laughing like that?" She demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked at her sudden change in mood. I mean, what had I done to spark it? Feeling blur, I asked, "Like what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your laugh is fake!" Followed then, she did an imitation. "It was, Haha. and you stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like 'HUH'. "So how long do you want my laughter to be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me one of her 'best' look and turned her back on me, to go and make her purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be so sensitive!" I said out to her back view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar loh, Girls can be sensitive at times!" Zhi Hao chipped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar loh!" I had to nod in agreement. Sometimes, they can make something out of nothing. In this case, its my laughter. I mean, I do find it funny, but Shirmaine thought that I was fake. Haha... I must learn how to laugh properly next time, in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, I met up with Ying Qi and Ah Boy for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we sit down, Ying Qi was saying something to Ah Boy, "I thought you can't make it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No lah, My friend had an asthma atack, left me with one friend, so... " (Great! me and Ying Qi  hadjust become some cheap subsitute for dinner companion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What bout you? Its Saturday! Didn't you go chiong? I turned the knives at Ying Qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I finished that, he turned and look out of the glass panel. (We are in Burger King)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You had a quarrel with Lai Ming?" Ying Qi, through great misfortune, happen to be blessed by whoever is residing up there, with a loser for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know?" He looked back at me with a look of amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its because I kept some 'Xiao Gui' as pet. With that, I lay aside two strands of fries (Which I eventually ate it later...Why waste?) at the side of the tray. My philoshopy in life. Other than having to sound convincing, you have to make it look convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the convinence of people who don't know  what 'Xiao Gui' is. Its actually small ghost in English. And 'Toyol' in Malay. Some partially mad will keep these spirits (If they really do exist) as a protection against what they refer to as bad people. Normally the 'protection' is in a bad way. As in they sent these spirits to harm people In this case, I meant it as a spy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amused by my convincing yet lame act, they laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah boy do his usual slap on my arm, and say, "Ni yao si arh? Now is the 7th month...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that dinner at Burger King, we proceed on to Coffee Bean for another one of our tradition 'Those' chat. My god. The whole bloody chat, was like listening to Beethoven Sympony 5. It started off with 'Oh that happen!', to 'Oh My God, That Happen' to "I Can't Believe that Happen!" and to the finally 'That really happen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand what I write in the last paragraph? Its ok. Because I also having problem making out what I write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112523381441663578?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112523381441663578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112523381441663578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112523381441663578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112523381441663578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112510293594954061</id><published>2005-08-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:35:36.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirmaine and Zhi Hao</title><content type='html'>Went to visit Shirmaine at her workplace yesterday. She is a Floor Manager at Bukit Batok Community Club Macdonalds. Naturally, she gave us free food. Hotcakes with sausages. My favourite. We (Me and Zhi Hao) reached there at around 9 and stayed there all the way till she knocked off. Which is at 3.30 p.m. My god, I can't believe we actually did that. While Shirmaine is in the kitchen busy, and occasionally popping out to chat, the both of us, sat there drinking, lazing, and tok rotting. I actuall read the latest issue of 8-days 5 times. This is the first time I read it thoroughly, covering every single articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main purpose is to keep her company. Who asks us are good friends? Haha. She was rather touched by what we did, and said, "Thanks for being here today...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told her flatly, "No, we are just here for the free food!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after she knocked off, she treat us to 'Minced Meat Noodles". It's quite nice, minus the fried wanton included in it. It sucks. Then, we proceed to West Mall, which is like two bus stop away, for she wanted to check out whether are there any good books in the 'second hand' book shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once where reached there, we go straight up to the Sans Bookshop. For thsoe who don't know, It's actually a bookshop, whereby you can either choose to purchase or rent the story book. We walked around and stumbled upon the Ronald Dahl section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you read Matilda?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I Don't. I only read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Esio Triot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about this?" She asked while holding up a copy of 'The Witches' and continued, "You should watch the show, It's nice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh is it?, No, I haven't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have any childhood at all?" She asked, or rather, she exclaimed, while giving one-of-her-those 'I can't believe it' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to answer her. I just turned... and while I am doing it, a sudden retort came into my mind. "I mean, I am a guy. Stories book a for the gals, Comics are for the guys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which, Zhi Hao gave an approving nod, while Shirmaine throw me a questioning look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I look like I don't have a dick?" I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While I don't know about that...!" As she was about to look away, Zhi Hao suddenly stretched his hand. Shirmaine let out a gasp and staggered backwards. I am shocked. I mean what the fark came over her? Possessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh My God, I thought Zhi Hao was reaching for your ...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bloody believed it. We were standing oppoitie each other, while Zhi Hao is standing in between us, facing one of those fully packed bookshelves. All Zhi Hao want, was to reach for a book. And she thought that he was... ... I think that the word dick has made an impact on her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for fun, I played along. "Yar... Zhi Hao and I shared a secret 'hobby'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Shirmaine. She can be spectacularly dim at times. Never failed to amuse me by the thing she say she or do. The same goes to Zhi Hao. Both of them are of the same type. Have a very kind heart. Never thought of hurting and plotting against the others. That's why, I feel very comfortable (as if) around them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we just continued to walk around the book shop. Shirmaine just had to become a prat again, I just gave her a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I look like I have a third eye?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I look like I have a dick?" Girls, they just have the ability to speak very fast. It's in them, they are born with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just look down at her, and said, "Well, I think I saw a bulge"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112510293594954061?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112510293594954061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112510293594954061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112510293594954061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112510293594954061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/shirmaine-and-zhi-hao.html' title='Shirmaine and Zhi Hao'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112496828789323727</id><published>2005-08-25T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:41:10.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquering The Bukit Timah Nature Reserve</title><content type='html'>I woke up early this morning, you know? Around the time where the sun is about to rise but still not rising yet. Anway, I had to get ready for the rock climbing thing. Somewhere around last week, my best pal, Miss Shirmaine Seow, send me a msg, 'Hey keelin, let's go rock climbing... don't worry, I am fine!' ... As if I won't be worried. Suddenly, out of the blue, jio me go this kind of thing with her, when she isn't a Miss Sporty. It's just so not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the plan was to go to climb Bukit Timah Nature Reserve (That's the best rock climbing thing we can find). Person going are namely, me, Zhi Hao and of course Miss Organiser. Lifen didn't give a definite reply, and Regina said, 'Can't... got to work'. We were supposed to meet at 7.30a.m outside the school, as Shirmaine said, 'So that we can climb up in time to see the sun...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, I'm the first one to reach. Shirmaine was late because she is a women, Zhi Hao was late because he is a... Come to think of it, I don't know why is he late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting up, we took a bus to the nearest bus stop, alight, and began our quest to conquer 'Bukit Timah Nature Reserve Peak'. Well walking towards the Reserve, I was telling them, "Do you know, my good friend, said that I look like a Monkey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went, "Hahahaha...!" (Some consolation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, they are dead agreed with that statement made by my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, look, It's you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback by their sudden outburst. I turned to look at what the fark they are pointing at. It's a banner that read, 'STOP FEEDING THE MONKEYS!' With a picture of the monkey at the top right hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got very fab peeps for good friends aint I? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was overall a fun experience. We took a few snaps here and there. As I said, being a Miss Sporty.NOT!, Shirmaine had problem climbing some of the freakin high stairs. To make the matter worse, she is carrying a big bag. I had to help her carry the unfortunate big bag, to lessen her load, for fear that her wobbly leg might fail her. We walked in a strategic planned line. Zhi Hao, be guarding the back, in case, Shirmaine were to faint and fall. And I will be walking in the front... in case... Honestly, I can't see the significant in my role as a front guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seems like forever, we reached the peak (ALAS!). The sun is already very much  out by then. We went sitting down th the what they called is a hut, and spend the next few minutes, resting and talking rot. Of course, taking more pictures at the same time. It was then I realised, 'Did I load the film after all?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went to the nearby hawker for a meal of roti-prata. While waiting for it to be made, we get into another conversation. Shirmaine is going thru a pretty rough time lately. So I asked her, "You won't turn lesbo, would you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Hao chipped in, "Yarh, you won't right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threw us a look and replied, "No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, I was being asked the 'What about you?' It's had always been a tradition for people to turn the knives around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I love gals too much to give them up for guys. And beside, why would I love someone with the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about transvesite then?" Zhi Hao suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed a 'Oh My God, It's Dead Funny. NOT' laugh and gave him a cold look. As in those where u look dagger at people with your 'eyelid half open'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We later meet up with Lifen and Regina, for a KTV session at K-Box Jurong East.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112496828789323727?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112496828789323727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112496828789323727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112496828789323727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112496828789323727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/conquering-bukit-timah-nature-reserve.html' title='Conquering The Bukit Timah Nature Reserve'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112484343485236164</id><published>2005-08-24T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T17:30:34.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CNG gang meet up</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the ex-CNG gang meet up for a talk-rot/walking around/lazing session. Actually, the real reason for meeting up, is because Zhi Hao have been working himself silly for the past few days, thus felt like chilling out. Therefore, he call us up. The meeting place was at Marina Square, because I haven't been there, after the renovation. Heard from someone that It's nice... Blah blah... so thought to go check it out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that bus 700 will reach that unfortunate shopping center, but ended up, it stops at Shenton Way. I have to walk all the way back to Marina. Reason for not taking a bus is because, its a one way traffic. I don't want to go searching around for the 'Opposite' side. What's the point of risking me getting lost, when I am already very stranded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked and walked and... YES... I finally see the 2 durians. Now then I know what's the purpose of the Esplanade, aka, durian. It acts as a landmark, for those Singaporean who are, unfortuantely, lost in Singapore. It's a shame to lost in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking past, I saw the magnificient Merlion. As always, I took out my handphone and send a msg to Zhi Hao, 'OMG... Blessing in disguise... I saw Merlion, happily spraying water away...as if I really need it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happy go lucky chap replied, ' Then take some water from the lion...Who noes tml u strike 4D =)' ... ... ... Well... Speaking of supersitious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching there (My senses tells me I'm there), I'm lost again. I called Zhi Hao up to ask him where the Shopping Center is. It's actually standing right in front of me -_-" How dim could I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we finally managed to meet up, where we spend the next one and a half hours, happily chatting away. After which, we decided to go to Water Bay Front, or whatever you called it. Because we are all guys, we can't find something to do in there. That's when we decide to go to Orchard by foot. Bo liao, but somehow it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Nicholas is in the toilet, we asked Farid, who happens to be an expert in getting gals handphone number, how does it goes about. He said, "It got to do with the look'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him for a demo, but he just can't do it. He just say keep saying its gotta do with the look. Thus, Zhi Hao and me (Ok, we are loser) spend the next 2 hours, trying out that look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Hao tell me, "Try it on ugly gals first, to boost up your moral!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting to cross the road, we found our target. Zhi Hao was getting ready to throw it, I qucikly stop him (After I scan through the gals), "I think they are both married".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after finally reaching Orchard, we went for food first. Nicholas being the 'I don't go for fastfood' sort of person, went to get a bread from 'SUB WAY' while the rest of us go to Lohn John Silver. After the whole dinner episode, we went to HMV Spinellis, where we had some really great cakes. It's a very romantic place, only to be visited at night. The lightings and the ambience are really good for dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's overall a very fun day. My conculsion is, If you are with your good friends, even a shitty place can turn out alright... Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112484343485236164?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112484343485236164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112484343485236164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112484343485236164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112484343485236164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/cng-gang-meet-up.html' title='CNG gang meet up'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112471831388052056</id><published>2005-08-22T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T07:00:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PES C2</title><content type='html'>Oh My God! Life is truly beyond the Valley of Crap and into the Universe of Useless. All the time, I thought that my lecturer is a gay, but turn out he isn't. He break the disatrous news about him, having 2 children (How Unfortunate!) over lunch last week. We were happily lazing around Canteen 4, having one of those after'lunch-chat, when he suddenly approached our table, and sit himself down on an empty. What could we do? What could we possibly do? Can't expect us to wear a smile (I will kill myself if I were to smile at him), and say, "Hey, Sir, We are just so not about to welcome you to dine with us? The gayish nature in him will sure failed me for the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I tried to be late for class. Somehow, I managed to reach the class 2 mins earlier. Should I say it's luck? As if I really need it. Urghz. Anyway, as usual, we have to do the lame project. It's due next Wednesday. The good thing about this module is that, there isn't any final year paper. The project itself is already an 'expensive' 40%. Can someone just buy a gun and shoot whoever who come out with the fab project idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lesson today (Hooray), Jonah, Nicholas, Xiao Jie, and I, was making our way downhill. It's always a shitty business we got to do every day. Early in the morning, you climb up, after lesson you walk down. Some great poly we have ain't we? Not to forget our 4 very very 'great' Canteen also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Xiao Jie ask us while raising up both her hand, "Which color is nicer?" She had used two different nail polish, one color per 5 fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us agree that, the lighter color suit her the most. Because she is indeed very fair. Somewhere around 'albino' quality. But thing is better than that. I won't say fair coz her condition of skin ain't that great. Anyway, let's just keep it as white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I had already what the answer would be (Which is to dig nose shit), but i still asked, "Why do you keep your last fingernail so long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah, who was walking beside her, threw me a 'look at me' look, and do a 'for digging down there' action (His last finger was wriggling downwards). I burst out laughing. It's so gross. I mean dig? Urghz... I can't even think. I turned to Nic to see what is his reaction. That guy was laughing himself silly, on and off muttering, 'Shit!' and after which, keep pointing to the world at large, "That... That..." I think he is also too lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we spent the next few minutes, laughing and laughing and laughing away. It's like we are those run-away from the mental asylum, loitering around street. After the whole laughing-ourself-silly episode end, Nic say to me, "I would have slap him, if I was the girl!" Wow! Happy Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten some really bad news. I'm now offically, someone with hearing problems. According to the Medical Officer, my ears aren't that great. I was posted into C2, some group where they won't let me engage in noisy activity. Anyway, It was a very troublesome affair. I have to go all the way down to CMPB tower just for that stupid check up thing. The best thing is that  after the check up, I have to travel all the way from one interchange to the other interchange to reach 'Home Sweet Home'. I can't even feel my butts (If I happen to have any), after I alight. God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112471831388052056?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112471831388052056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112471831388052056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112471831388052056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112471831388052056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/pes-c2.html' title='PES C2'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112476694556934565</id><published>2005-08-22T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:15:45.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Don't Like Christian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112476694556934565?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112476694556934565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112476694556934565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112476694556934565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112476694556934565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-i-dont-like-christian.html' title='Why I Don&apos;t Like Christian'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112463286146512810</id><published>2005-08-21T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T07:01:01.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A History: My Hair</title><content type='html'>10 years... It had been 10 years (or even more). And here I am, still stuck with the same old miserable hairstyle of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hairstlye have always been the topic of my gang of cousins. They will always asked for not the first time, "Can you do something about your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Boy said during one of our 'THOSE' chats, "It's abnormal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Qi said... (Ifogot what he said) anyway, it's something negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason (Da Jie BF) said, "It's really ugly! Like a rooftop!". Thanks Jason, you will get a $2 ang pow from me on your wedding day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little brief history to why I ever have this hairstyle in the first place. Those are the days when, Tan Kee Lin, is still fortunately blessed with a side parting. It's quite 'IN' during thsoe days. Anyway, one fine day, my elder brother came home from the barber with a flat top. All it take was my mum saying, "Cut this larh... It's nice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I found no need to style my hair, since it's always standing all the time. What for right? (Forgive me, I'm in denial) Waste of gel and time. I've always been those who will step out of the house, without giving two hoots about my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, during the not-so-interesting ESD lecture, I consulted, my L.J Pal, Zhi Hao, regarding the 'abnormalbility' level of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My cousins say that my hairstyle is abnormal. They say that it's always the same.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, without looking at me, "No leh, It's different!" Turning his head up, he continued," At least your side isn't that 'pong' as compared to last time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, he meant, the side of my hair, isn't that bushy as last time already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bleeper. Some consolation, if that's considered as one, he gave. I gave him my 'eyelid half open' look. Too shock to say anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112463286146512810?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112463286146512810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112463286146512810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112463286146512810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112463286146512810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/history-my-hair.html' title='A History: My Hair'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112450337182707085</id><published>2005-08-20T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:02:51.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out with Lifen and Nic</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I met up with Lifen and Nicholas for a walk around cum lazing session at Orchard Road. I was waiting for Lifen around the escalator area at Lido, when a guy from some charity organisation approached me. You know? Those where they will tell you some sobbing story from third world country, where at the end, you are 'required' to sort of donate $10. On happy days, you will receive some useless voucher or a pathethically looking ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, can I have 2 mins of your time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I utter an awkward, "Yar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I guessed, he was beginning those 'Once Upon A time' thing. I have to stop him, right? So I politely said, "I don't think so!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He 'gin' me. It was one of those stares where you had experienced during Secondary School Days. Whereby the person giving it, will look dagger at you from the corner of their eyes, and once they know that you notice it, they will roll their eyes upwards and walk away 'happily'. Yar, I had one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling angry, Imean I don't deserved it, do I? I am, unfortunately, a 21 year old, single guy, blessed with not-so-great-features, and still living off my mum. How in the world could you expect me to cough up a $10 when I can't even 'take care' of myself. Anyway, I took out my 'Samsung' and send out my unfortunate encounter to Ying Qi. Have to get it off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, 'Fuck Him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, 'Haha... I believe in karma. He is now being pathetically refused by other people!" Which is true. People just walk pass him like he doesn't exist. Moral of the story, 'Never ever fark with karma!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifen finally arrived. She was wearing a black T-shirt, and a pair of jeans and carrying a I-don't-think-I-had-seen-her-using-that-before bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and said, "Is that your thousand dollar bag?" Recently, she bougth a handbag which cost over a K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yar!' nice?" She asked happily. Honestly, It's just a white bag, where you can carry it as a 'sling' or holding it as a 'hand'. The bname of the brand sounds remote. Balencia or something. It was those type of branded goods whereby its branded but not so famous in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha!" That's my reply. It fit her. So her kind of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while going up the escalator, I am still thinking why is it that she is willing to pay so much for a bag. It was then I realised there are two leather strings, tied onto a zip. so I asked her, while holding the string, "Is it because of these?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool hor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at her again, and told her flatly, "I can always give you 2 raffia strings for it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, its different. These are 'Xiao Niu Pi', in English its 'Small Cow Skin'!" Like I always said, not for the first time, Never challenged a women who knows. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in denial. Haha. Anyway, Other then that, It's overall a fun day. We had breeks together where she told me over pasta and fish 'n' chips, "Who is he to say life sucks!". Haha. After which, we met up with Nicohlas. And we began the 'Let's just go to wherever  our feets led us!' Somehow, we end up in HMV, where we go to the NYDC, and have coffee and cakes, and of course one of another 'THOSE' happy chats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112450337182707085?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112450337182707085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112450337182707085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112450337182707085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112450337182707085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-out-with-lifen-and-nic.html' title='Day Out with Lifen and Nic'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112445640134285847</id><published>2005-08-19T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T06:00:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draggy Taiwan Drama</title><content type='html'>During lunch time and hungry moments, I will always head to Canteen 4 for food. Going to Canteen 4, feels like 'home'. Haha. The blocks which I go for my lesson are always near it. Therefore, going there is an ideal thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I, there are altogether 4 Canteens in Ngee Ann Poly. There's supposing a 5th, but I sharen't go into in depth details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen 1 is always the most crowded when reached peak ours. The fact that it is situated near the entrance, and also lots of the 'Chios' and 'Yans' goes there, make it a very hot spot. People who go there for food, are those, who want to look and to be look at. You can practically see a display of very 'IN' people wearing very 'IN' clothes, normally in a very freako way. As you can guess, they are students from Mass Comm, B.E ...Blah Blah 'prominent' courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen 2, is near the gym, where loonies go there to lift weights, the pool, and in short the sport complex. Therefore, the people who go there are normally sportsmen/women. The chicken rice there is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen 3, is the 'poshiest among the 4 unposh'. Mainly due to the fact that there is blue/purple (I'm a color blind) lightings. Some of those to look and be look at people go there too. The prata there is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen 4, like what I always tell my friend, "Its a graveyard!". I mean, we are being dump into this course like shits, in this case, like dead bodies. Who with the right mind will want to study this course? It's mainly due to the fact that we have not-so-spectacualr Os result that we are in here. The unwanteds. What is this with all those banners hanging around our block, potraying happy people (I bet that the photographer forced them to) with those wordins imprinted at the side, 'M.E being with ME', 'M.E is Fun'... Blah blah. Wow!! My god! What could be more interesting than studying Physics, Maths, Electicity, attending lab work where you are required to take down the stupid results from those machines, doing stupid hands hold... Totally fun and fab ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Canteen 4, other than having to look for chairs that are not stained with birds' poo, there are TVs. As long as you get a decent spot, you can actually watch wile eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I happened to saw this Taiwan drama. You know, those where you always see in most shows? About the mother is dying, but yet is still hanging on (Not that I enjoy watching peeps die, but...)the eldest daughter, and her lover, with her daughter, (Someone in the family always have a failed marriage), the babysitter, the youngest daughter, some cheap extras, will be stanind guard around the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a black sheep in the family, where for some reason, seems to hate the dying person, which in this case is the 2nd daughter. They will always say those, ' I wont acknowledge her, even if she breath till her last!" And after getting some sudden preminition, usually a crack over the photo holder containing the dying person pics, or a sudden crack in a cup, decide that they dont hate the dying person anymore and quickly rushed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as they reached the ward, pushing the door open, the dying person hand will drop from whoever is holding it. Meaning he/she died. Everyone in the room will start the crying business. The 'black sheep' will then walk into the room slowly, wearing a stone look. Those crying peeps will start throwing look of resentment when the 'B.S' pass by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seems like forever, the B.S finally reach the bed side. She will start shaking her head slightly, at the same time saying in an inaudible tone, 'No!'. At this point of time, tears be starting to roll down the heeks. Then, she will drop to her knees (They just know the right time to) and start crying and shouting out (Finally), "MA!!!!" After which, the B.S will then place both their hands at the either side of the dead person's shoulder and start shaking the limp body vigourously. They, of course, at the same time will still shouting out, 'Ma, wake up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then a side kick (Usually standing at the back) will say in a reprimanding way, "even if you call her a thousand times now, she won't be able to hear it already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always see this kind of scenes, only in different shows, and act by different people. My god! How dramatic ._."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112445640134285847?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112445640134285847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112445640134285847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112445640134285847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112445640134285847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/draggy-taiwan-drama.html' title='Draggy Taiwan Drama'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112436785933272900</id><published>2005-08-18T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T05:24:19.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad's 100th Day</title><content type='html'>Today I went to pray my Dad, and at the same time, my grandfather.. Yes. He had been gone for a hundred day. I woke up early in the morning, to accompany my mum, to go get food which my Dad liked when he's alive. Then, after meeting up with some other relative, we went off to some place in Choa Chu Kang (I only recognise the place not-by-name) by a bus. By the way, we boked the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, funny things happen when we are burning the joss paper. My eldest uncle was doing some funny stunt. After starting the fire with a piece of joss paper, he actually dump the whole stack in. I looked at my Small Uncle, who look at my Small Aunt, who look at my cousin Ah Long, then we burst into laughter, and exclaim, 'WAU LAU!' I mean how is the fire going to keep burning when the whole stack is being dump in? People with experience, will burn a few pieces at a time. Thus, we have him to burn something us, while i took over his job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO KNOWS! He start another burning spot by himself. We gave each other a look and do the usual 'Wau Lau' thing again. He's a joker, ain't him? We have to ask him to come back to the right spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His explanation for 'straying' off, "Never mind one ma, Ah Pa (My Grandfather) can share with Ah Huat (My Dad) one mah. They can play mahjong together with 2nd uncle (My Grandma's Brother)!" I think its because we had burnt joss paper for my dad at the same spot earlier on, so its alright to him. Haha. He is a very funny uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when we thought that the 'funniest' is over, he hit us with another wave of laughter again. Do you guys know that, there is this kind of joss paper, called the hell bank note, which come in a small rectangular size?. Yar, It's really very troublesome to burn that, coz its small and there is a whole stack of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle, actually stand at a I'm-safe-from-the-fire corner, and start crashing a whole stack of them into what seems like almost a ball shape, and start throwing them into the fire . Like basketball like that. But not into the net, but into the fire. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually said, "Why not lets just buy these next time instead, coz its very easy to burn!" ._."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112436785933272900?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112436785933272900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112436785933272900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112436785933272900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112436785933272900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dads-100th-day.html' title='My Dad&apos;s 100th Day'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112426269891741748</id><published>2005-08-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:11:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?</title><content type='html'>OMG! I'm feeling a little lost. For the past 2 and a half week, I've been reading Harry Potter. After finished reading book 6 yesterday, I feel a bit empty. Haha. Can't wait to see whats install in the next book. Think I be one of those (Whom I refer as 'siao' before reading Harry Potter), to pre-order a copy of book 7 when the times come, which is about 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Nicholas asked me, "What's life about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied flatly, "Life is about waiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me. Therefore, I gave him a detailed explanation, "Life is about waiting! Waiting to finished your study, waiting for bus, waiting for a girlfriend to come by, waiting to get married... Blah blah blah... Which ended up, waiting to die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I think life is about that. It's about constant waiting. One thing after another. In fact, half of our so called 'life', is spent on waiting. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget that yesterday, while out with Shirmaine. We had an in depth conversation. I was telling her, how god (If there is one up there) is being fair to us. Whenever the one whom we love, doesn't love us back (Those are branded as heartless), another someone out there will be loving you. Clever logic? I heard it from my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I tell her that as a consolation, but I doubt it. LOOK AT ME! Just look at me!!! (Don't ask)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112426269891741748?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112426269891741748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112426269891741748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112426269891741748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112426269891741748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/life.html' title='Life?'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112424419047949864</id><published>2005-08-17T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:58:54.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and my Blog</title><content type='html'>It's ESD project day again. Thankfully, a friend of mine sent me a copy of it for reference. I mean, there is so much calculation to do, and I am just so not about to crack my already-not-so-clever-brain, to come out with it. Think I'll be changing some figures here and there, for 'Just-In-Case' purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's my father's 100th day tml. My god, Time flies. Before I know it, he had already been gone for a hundredth day. Its still rather hard to accept it at times. Sometime all of a sudden you will just think of it. He is a really great man. All of his life, he's been slogging. I thought that in another 3 years, when I am done with darn N.S, and get a decent job, he can sit back and enjoy life. Things just dont happen that way, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend, weilun just leave me a tag about saying something bad about me in his blog. So I go take a look. Apparently, he is not very happy with my use of language and style of writing. *Shrugz* Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I told Da-Jie (Mei Ling) the other day, over one of 'THOSE' conversation, "I don't understand why people want to get angry or whatever after reading other people's blog! I mean it isn't like a radio broadcast, where you definitely will hear those I-dont-feel-like-hearing news. It's about you, who take the trouble to type the URl/adress/link, to go and read it and get angry over it!" It's definitely between a choice and a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't angry. I just feel that it is my style of writing and my use of 'Singlish' language, which by the way, I am very proud of, It's either you can or cannot accept it. That's what make us Singaporean! Ain't It? Anway, Wei Lun, if you feel that my blog is really that shitty and by reading it, you feel angry/upset/whatever, then don't read it loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aim for starting this blog, is somewhat to keep a record of my daily happenings. It is mainly for my gang of cousins, my family, and all my good friends, to read and get a good laugh out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to hit that stupid freaking project again... -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112424419047949864?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112424419047949864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112424419047949864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112424419047949864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112424419047949864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-myself-and-my-blog.html' title='Me, Myself and my Blog'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112418752225798686</id><published>2005-08-16T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T03:18:42.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out with Shriamine</title><content type='html'>I met up with Shirmaine today. Initially, we had decided on Bukit Panjang, for a lunch session. Becasue she wanted to sign up for a debit card, and much through freaking dismay, B.P.P doesn't have a decent POSB brach outlet, we therefore, changed (Or rather she) the meeting place to Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to SMS the bus plate number to her when I got up the bus, so that she can meet me halfway through. I did as told and when nearing her home area, I received a msg, which read 'So fast? I meet u there at the interchange.. Still getting ready..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, 'My god..Haha..Gals like you..Never learnt' Seriously, I don't understand what is it with gals and their 'lateness' issues. They seems to be taking forever to dress up, forever to get a bath done (Is there really so much to wash?), and taking forever in the toilet. Hopefully, and I pray so, my future galfrez, would be a 'quick' one. Haha... Seems like its part of gals habit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She (Shirmaine) must be the 'Queen of Sms. Within seconds after she put down her phone, to enquire where am I, I received yet another msg from her. 'And the bus is here..Hahaha..I'm just so lucky' That got to be one of the fastest sms I ever received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after meeting up (finally) with her, we walked (Of course you have to walk) our way to POSB. She is required to fill up a form in order to get the debit card. You know, those traditional forms where you have to filled up crappy details? Anyway, I got her a spot where she can write on, and walked off to help her asked a whom by the way is darn rude, POSB staff about something. While walking back to her, she tell me in between girlish giggle, "My God, I'm actually deciding whether I'm male and female! This is so sad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get into another laughing moments. She can be so spectacularly funny at times. At the same time, I can't help but think. Why do whoever who made the form, have to ask such a, 'Male or Female', question? So that the weight of  the  debit card which by the way is already very light, is 'lighter' in cases where the applicants is a female, or 'just light' in cases where the applicant is male? Redundant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she didn't get a debit card due to some difference in signature issue. Thus, we did the traditional, walking around Jurong Point. It prove to be worthwhile, because we saw Joanne Peh. Shirmaine was the one who saw it at first. I wonder whether am I crazy or not, to have missed such a pretty gal. Ended up, we 'stalked' her for a while, to catch a full glimpse. Haha... Joanne Peh is real pretty. Healthy Tan, Good Fashion Sense, and Good Body Shape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly send a msg to my two best pal Wai Leong and Zhi Hao, to give them a report on my sightings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waileong replied, 'Wah,u so gd..stil can go jp (He is currently serving NS, lack of freedom) but she gt taller then you mah?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Hao replied, 'Is she taller or you taller then her..Gee..Hehe..(-,-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... Both my good pals very cute hor? Both of them actually replied me with the same enquiry. I am forced to accept the fact that people who are born in the same day, who of course shared the same horoscope, possess the same thinking. Sometime the things that they said, really freak me out, because its very same. To make matter worse, Zhi Hao had a twin, Zhi Jian. So, that makes me having 3 good friend with the same thinking. Totally freaking hell... (In a blessing way)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know Rui En?" Shirmaine asked me out of the blue, while walking to ESPRIT to check out some dresses/tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar, I know! She is SOOOOO pretty!" I loved that Rui En. She is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaming, she said, "People said I look like her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, and said, "NO!" To which she gave me a look, and I continued, "You look more like Selina and Hebe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think is Hebe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't want to look  like her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? You don't like S.H.E?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean they are so act cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bu...t I thought that's what you do everyday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me another look and I returned her a smile. After which, we went to Pizza Hut for a nice lunch. It's just  so great to have friends where you can jab at each other with no fear, that the other party would  go bonkers, and mad at you. Haha. So that is why, all my good friends holds a certain degree in talking rot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112418752225798686?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112418752225798686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112418752225798686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112418752225798686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112418752225798686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-out-with-shriamine.html' title='Day Out with Shriamine'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112407539312309004</id><published>2005-08-15T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:09:53.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap... Crap... Crap</title><content type='html'>"Life Is Beyond The Valley of Crap and Into The Universe of Useless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           &lt;em&gt;Louise Rennision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112407539312309004?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112407539312309004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112407539312309004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112407539312309004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112407539312309004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/crap-crap-crap.html' title='Crap... Crap... Crap'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112390670940837400</id><published>2005-08-13T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T21:18:29.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After 8 long years, Back to the dentist...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Ah Fen went to get her 'Wisdom Teeth' pluck out, at Alexandra Hospital. Me and my mum went there to give her moral support. She was saying that it will be cheap for me to go get my teeth check at the polyclinic, as I am still a student, so I can get half-price. My mother happened to hear that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explain why I wake up early in the morning, to go to Choa Chu Kang Polyclinc, to get my teeth check. I reached there at around 7.13 a.m and was surprised to see a queue forming up already. To why I even bother to go early is because, it's a half day today, and they don't entertain more than 20 patients. Therefore, I joined in the queue mainly made up of those aunties and uncles (How Unglam). Luckily for me, there's Harry Potter to keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sliding gate opened, MY GOD, those aunties/uncles in front of me practically rushed in. It was as if the Polyclinic is giving out freebies. Typical Singaporean. Anyway, I took my time and proceed up to the second storey, where for the first time in my life, I was patient number one. The clinic isn't opening till 8 a.m. Again, I glued my eyes onto Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until a not-so-thin lady asked me to, "Can you help me to open the door?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say NO, could I? So, I gave her a 'With Pleasure' smile, bent down onto the floor (Why do they have to place the lock right till the bottom?) slide the darn key in and click it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the number and wait (again) till 8.45 when I finally get the chance to go in for the check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I stepped in, the doctor asked me, "Tan Kee Lin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yipe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you here for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  ... ...Honestly, I feel like  giving him my worst look. Why am I here for? Yar! To have you give me a precise check-up on my blood pressure level, get an X-ray done, and have you to listen to me heartbeat rate with a sethoscope.. OMG, what am I here for? Of course is to have you check my teeth. That is why I am visiting you, a dentist, and not someone, who is a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To get my teeth check!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lie down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that's what I did exactly, with my mouth opened (wide). All the time he is inspecting my teeth, he is also murmuring something to his nurse. I couldn't make out what the fark he is saying, coz he is wearing a mask, or whatever you call that. About one and a half minutes later, he suddenly said, "Ok, you are fine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly sit up, feeling shocked. I mean, I don't mean to question his professional judgement and ability, but after 8 years of 'haven't been to the dentist', I come out as fine? How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him, "My teeth, really no problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He look rather insulted, and said, "No, who say that you have a problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While, coz when I whirl my tongue around, I can feel some holes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied down again, to raise up in less than a minute. With the same result, "You're fine!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is really a problem, is none other then my Wisdon Tooth. Have to get it pluck out. At the same time, I need to get my teeth wash. Happy Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole ordeal, I still have to cough up with $12. I think that's  how realistic the world and people living in it are. Cheap Check-Up price = Cheap Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having my doubts now. I may have to visit another Polyclinic. Because, I'm still feeling that there are holes in my teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112390670940837400?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112390670940837400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112390670940837400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112390670940837400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112390670940837400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-8-long-years-back-to-dentist.html' title='After 8 long years, Back to the dentist...'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112381767114252215</id><published>2005-08-12T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:43:19.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Swords</title><content type='html'>Woo Hoo~~~ Yesterday, was my final project presentation. Everything went well for my group. We don't need to come back for project already. Big thanks to Ah Lau and Jian Hong, who did most of the fabrication work and Wei Lun who did the spectacular web site. Haha. Finally, a load off my already 'small' shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for celebration, the dysfunction CNG group went for a movie. Namely, Zhi Hao, Farid, Nic and I. We hit town, and went to watch 7 swords. Our agreed upon pact and review for that movie. If there, through great leprechraun fortune, should be a part 2, we won't be catching it. I can't believe it. I actually paid a 'healthy' 8 bucks to watch a spect display of 7 different types of sword. I must be crazy to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i say it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Charlie Yeung made her appearance riding a what seems like a mule yet like a horse sort of 4 legged animal. She was blowing her flute away, with her hands free from the rein. I mean in most traditional cases, we would expect this kind of peoples to be those who knows martial arts. ENDED UP, she don't know any. and was brutally beat up by an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) After getting the sword from some unknown on what they call 'Tian Shan', in English, its Heaven Mountain. She suddenly know how to fight. WOW. That's freaking amazing. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't understand the connection between the Korean Prisoner of War (Lady by the way) and the Head of the bad ass. The Head of the bad ass keep refering her as 'Green Pearl'. GREAT! And what the fuck does that mean? Some names of a lost love, or your run-away bride on the eve of your unfortunate wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The ending is a bit shitty. That applies to most of the movies i watch. Nowadays, people (directors/producer/whatever) just can't be bothered to do a great ending. The only consolation about this movie, other then those 7 swords, is that it doesn't end as the main character waking up and said, "Oh, It's a dream!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing i must comment on is the part where Donnie Yen and the Head of the bad ass fight on a one-on-one. They are practically fighting between two walls which, by the way, isnt that wide. So you can see them 'running' around the walls, leaning their back against one side and rasing their  leg against the other side for balancing purpose, and fight and fight and fight and fight. My... Aren't they tired?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112381767114252215?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112381767114252215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112381767114252215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112381767114252215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112381767114252215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/seven-swords.html' title='Seven Swords'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112372924817504337</id><published>2005-08-11T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:04:41.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halfway through reading Harry Potter: The Order of Phoenix, my good friend, Shirmaine Seow, called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kee Linnnnnn, What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... I'm reading Harry Potter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harry Potter?" (As if, being an avid fan, she don't know what that means. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar! Actually, I'm on a bus, reading Harry Potter. I can't wait, therefore I went to it get from my cousin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already finished with The Goblet of Fire. That book ended with much anticipation. I can't wait to know what's install for the next book, which is The Order of Phoenix. Therefore, I went to get it from my cousin, Vivian, last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How!!! Help me think what to get for my sister for her birthday leh!" she asked in a very disturbed/confused yet happy sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is she lacking of?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is everyone asking me this question?" She replied in a tone of, 'I Can't Believe It'. Which led me to think, 'Isn't that's the best question to ask?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... Ermm... Why don't you get her a set of that one?" (Sitting directly in fron of me, is a lady. That's why i have to refer as that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meaning a set of bras and panties?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar, I mean, isn't that what's most of the gals...?" Before I had the chance to finished my sentence with like, she cut in and said coldly, "I'm not a pervert!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing. While still at it, she continued in a as-matter-of-fact manner, "I mean, Yar... We only have a set of nipples! We don't need lots of that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like replying her, but think its best to leave it just at that. As instinct tells me not to challenged a women who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gave her a few more suggestion like how 'bout getting a dress, blah blah sorta girlie stuffs'. I ended up being confused. Apparently, she had get those gifts, over the past few years, before already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up saying, "You are her sister. She will love anything given by her only sister!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112372924817504337?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112372924817504337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112372924817504337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112372924817504337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112372924817504337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/halfway-through-reading-harry-potter.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112373348144134751</id><published>2005-08-11T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:11:21.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out: KTV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/lifen,%20zhihao,%20keelin%20n%20me%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/lifen%2C%20zhihao%2C%20keelin%20n%20me%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/lifen,%20zhihao,%20keelin%20n%20sharmaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/lifen%2C%20zhihao%2C%20keelin%20n%20sharmaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/lme,%20lifen%20n%20keelin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/lme%2C%20lifen%20n%20keelin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/zhihao%20n%20keelin%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/zhihao%20n%20keelin%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/zhihao,%20keelin%20n%20sharmaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/zhihao%2C%20keelin%20n%20sharmaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112373348144134751?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112373348144134751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112373348144134751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112373348144134751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112373348144134751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-out-ktv.html' title='Day Out: KTV'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112364931105742882</id><published>2005-08-10T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:48:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Feel It?</title><content type='html'>OH.MY.GOD... I can't believe it. Have to write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my EPP room lazing around. Feeling bored, I gave Matthew, whom by the way is as equally bored, a flick on his arm. He let out a 'I've finished cuming' moan. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Hao immediately accused him in a jokingly manner, "Matthew, why did you wet yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Si meh? I checked." Followed then, he put his hands into his pants...................... Yes, that bleeper really put his hand inside his pants............... Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112364931105742882?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112364931105742882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112364931105742882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112364931105742882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112364931105742882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/can-you-feel-it.html' title='Can You Feel It?'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112363304272423201</id><published>2005-08-10T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:41:34.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach Out For The Skies</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy. I was walking around Bukit Panjang Plaza yesterday, thinking about how sad its gonna be, not able to go and watch NDP at Padang, when my mother called and said a friend of hers have 3 spare tickets. OH MY GOD!!! Off we go to Padang, namely, me, Ah Fen and her boyfried Sani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting to go in, I sa three blacks man asking one of the usher whether they can go in or not. The way they dress, is like those blacks we see in the movies. As in those who after hurling abusive words at the other party, like "Fuck You MAN, You Mother Fucker!", will pull out their hidden gun (They always have a hidden gun) and start shooting the other rival gang, starting a gang fight. They are being politely refused by the usher, coz they don't have tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where I sit, is directly on the left hand side of Mr President. In front of me, are prominent officer/sir/major from other countries. Including this year, Its my 4th time to watch NDP  live. This year, by far, is the best. Best seat, best view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officers brought their other half along. One of the wives, to me seem very fake. While walking down the row, passing by other's wives along the way, to their seats, she have this fake smile on her face, and went 'busily' shaking hands with other wives, in a 'Oh My God, I haven't seen you in ages! Glad to see you still among the living' sort of way. How very fake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funpack isn't that 'fun' as compared to the previous year. Its gotta be one of the 'boringest'. I had always like the choir singing segment, always singing along with them. Yesterday, as usual, I was singing happily along with the choir, waving the smal flag. The song was 'Where I Belong'. Had always been one of my favourite National Day Theme. However, halfway through, the not-so-thin lady behind me was saying in a not-so-whisper tone,"Wrong lah, your direction!" Apparently, I was waving the flag in the wrong direction. While most of them are waving right, I'm waving left. I can't help but think to myself, "DOES IT REALLY MATTER?" Honestly, I ain't the remotest idea why did she have to make that comment. Anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we learn how to do the dance. The 'Reach out to/for the Skies' dance. It, again, very fun. Then the parade come and go (Sharen't go into detail. Too Sianz). Then Mr Lee Hisen Long turned up, followed by the one and only, Mr President. He did the usal traditional waving of hands to the public. Then the spectacular Air Planes flying around segment. Then the display of tanks and various vehicles. It was when the police car came out, I turned to Ah Fen whom by the is sitting beside me, and said, "Oh, Its a K-9." She explained that it was the new vehicles for policeman. Why K-9? and not F-4 or blah blah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the performance is rather so-so. I was looking forward to the part where Rui En and Taufik be coming out to sing the song, so I can put those dance step which I had learn earlier on into good use. Haha. BUT, much to my dismay, I was the only one, taking the bother to stand up. I feel so pai seh. I quickly act blur and sit down. While the people from the other sector is happliy dancing alway, the people from my sector is happily sitting down. What a spoilsport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came another wave of songs. We sang together as one (How patrotic) the songs from the past. Like 'Stand Up for Singapore, Weare Singapore...' The show finished with a high note. Because my sector consists of many prominents, therfore, we have the grand priviledge of being the first few to go. Which is a really good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must comment that Rui En is VERY VERY pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Sweet Home!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112363304272423201?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112363304272423201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112363304272423201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112363304272423201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112363304272423201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/reach-out-for-skies.html' title='Reach Out For The Skies'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112348259241135739</id><published>2005-08-08T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:32:42.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUH LEEZ!!! Go the Hog and be A Drag...</title><content type='html'>My Esd lecturer can dress up as a drag and come into class for all I farking care. Never in my life, in my years of schooling, have i seen another male teacher behaviour like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was boring (As usual). We have to get on with those crappy shit stuffs research on the net for our 'interesting' project. Therefore, we decided to go Canteen 4 to grab a bite. We had a wonderful time eating and crapping away. I mean, what's more interesting? a) To be in class doing craps research, or b) Lazing around canteen, crapping away with friends. Peeps who choose the former must be a bonker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until Jonah spot our sir queuing at one of the stall, that we decided to shift all the way back to the end of canteen 4. We thought that we are very saftely out of sight. Who knows! That anal sir walked all the way to where we were sitting and gave us a brief 'What he think is amusing' lecture. Points he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Why you all didn't inform me?" (Why should we when in the first place we don't want you to know?)&lt;br /&gt;2) "Why you all didn't sign out?"&lt;br /&gt;3)"I shall minius one mark away from each of you in your project!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time he is happily 'briefing' us, he is carrying his plate of 'Chup Chai Peng'. I think his ambition in life is to happily catch student lazing around canteen. How sad!!! ._." My day was totally spoilt. After which, we went back to class. I can't help but to take the trouble to see his left hand, fourth finger from the thumb. Just as i guess, he had no wedding ring ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112348259241135739?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112348259241135739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112348259241135739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112348259241135739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112348259241135739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/puh-leez-go-hog-and-be-drag.html' title='PUH LEEZ!!! Go the Hog and be A Drag...'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112342066963723659</id><published>2005-08-07T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T06:17:49.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothings On/Off</title><content type='html'>I'm amazed by my reading pace (again). I am currently halfway through book 3. Its as usual, very nice. Other then that, i am now addicted to Toxic by Britney Spears. I cant believe it took me that long to like this song. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while having ESD the other day, Jonah suddenly asked me, "Kee Lin, do you sleep naked?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked. I gave him a look and said,"No! Why? You do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, but she do!" He said while looking over to Xiao Jie, our classmate from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Xiao Jie said is more shocking. "You mean you all don't sleep naked? How come so old fashioned one!" She finished off by giving us a 'I can't believe It' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dumbfounded. After regaining my composure, I asked Nic and Zhi Hao. Their reply is also negative. All of us wear a bewildered look while looking at Xiao Jie. I mean who will? Not all will sleep without their clothes off rite? Not really a Singapore culture thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought up the issue to Ying Qi and Ah Boy during one of 'Those' chat. The two bleepers laugh and laugh and laugh. I mean its rather unhygenic isn't it? Imagine you need to take a leak in the middle of the night. I mean you can't be 'dry' when proceed back to bed. And if you use your bolster? Wont your bolster, bedsheet, be 'infested' with your pee???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conculsion: It's still great to sleep with clothings on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112342066963723659?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112342066963723659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112342066963723659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112342066963723659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112342066963723659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/clothings-onoff.html' title='Clothings On/Off'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112326199968452340</id><published>2005-08-06T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:13:19.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Of The Year Again</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year again. Hungry Ghost Festival. When i was a kid, it somehow have an impact on me. Feeling scared and all sort of that crappy stuff. But as i got older, my feeling went numb, you know, those 'like that lor'. Earlier evening, I accompany my mum down to burn the joss paper. I am surprised by the fact that the joss paper are being packed nicely, as in what you need is all in the fat pack. Unlike those there, you have to get this, get that urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think, Isn't it us who make tis month scary? I mean, what's more scary, to see a clean neighbourhood, or see one that is filled with burning candles along the grass area, joss stick burning, the thick layer of mist created by the burning of joss paper. Isn't it even scarier? We are the ones adding 'more suspense to the already scary story'. Like i was telling my frenz/cousin earlier on, It's like 'Wu Suo Nan Yang'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I met up with Ying Qi and Ah Boy for a chat in Macs. As usual, we end up in fits of laughter. Halfway through the 'fun', my bro called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Downstairs, with Ying Qi and Ah Boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help me buy cigarettes, can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've no money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Borrow from Er Ge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i asked Ying Qi, to which, he shake his head (That miser). Which eventually my bro hang up. Seriously, i feel like asking him to go the hog, take out a dollar note, roll it and smoke it. Since it's what they are actually doing. Buring the money away. And yar. The reason why he didn't come down to get himself is 1) He's lazy, 2) He's on the phone with someone. Which further led me to think, so what's the hand phone is for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, after we finished chatting. I went home. (OF COURSE YOU HAVE TO GO HOME, TAN KEE LIN). I came home to find my bro, lying on his bed, looking very disturbed, and talking through his handphone. I walked into the room (Don't ask), and walk out of the room (Dont ask), to see him following me, taking 2 tissue paper from the tissue box from the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, 'What the fark happen to him'. So out of curiousity, I take a peek inside, half expecting him to do some crying business, but much to my dismay he didn't. Instead, he bent down onto the floor to pick up an ant (with wings, quite big). This, from a guy, who went through jungle survival training, and whom by the way is an officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still look rather disturbed, think must be the cigarette issue. People who smoke and didnt get to smoke will feel rather uneasy i think. Out of kindness, i said, "Haiya, I helped you go down buy larh!" I thought he will go traditional and reply me those, "It's kind of you, BRO, but nvm it's ok BRO!" You know, those wishy washy stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very DEAD wrong. Instead, he passed me 11 bucks (Exact amount) and I have to go get it for him from 7-11. Me and my big mouth. At least, i know my bro isn't cut out to be a christian (As if I need those kind of consolation, if its by the way, counted as one).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112326199968452340?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112326199968452340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112326199968452340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112326199968452340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112326199968452340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-of-year-again.html' title='The Time Of The Year Again'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112321702815925717</id><published>2005-08-05T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:44:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Good Friend? (How True)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/good-friend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112321702815925717?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112321702815925717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112321702815925717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112321702815925717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112321702815925717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-good-friend-how-true.html' title='I&apos;m A Good Friend? (How True)'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112321209171201186</id><published>2005-08-05T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:21:31.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished With 4... Now On 2 (Halfway Thru)</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. God!!! I had finished with Harry Potter Book 4. I'm amazed by my reading pace. I spend 3 days only. I remebered when reading Dragon Lances (My Another Fave Fantasy Series), I need to spend up to almost a week, worse 2. Harry Potter is really a very nice book. I can't wait to start on the next one. I heard from my friend, Shirmaine, she told me Harry's Godfather be dead in the next book. WHY OH WHY!!! Worse! Dumbledore be dead in the lastest installment. WHY OH WHY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, i wake up to continue Harry No. 2. Though i have watch the movie be4, but i want to see are there any difference between the movie and the book or not. Turn out, THERE IS. Haha... Heck Care... I managed to find a copy of Confession of Georgia Nicholason  in the library yesterday. So, i am now currently switching between the two books. When i need a dose of fantasy, i be reading the former. If i need some laughing, i be reading the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum didn't managed to get more pax of Pocky. Coz it's out of stock. So I am leaving the last two pax, on the dining table, for viewing purposes only. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112321209171201186?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112321209171201186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112321209171201186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112321209171201186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112321209171201186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/finished-with-4-now-on-2-halfway-thru.html' title='Finished With 4... Now On 2 (Halfway Thru)'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112313074161875974</id><published>2005-08-04T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:45:41.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Men...</title><content type='html'>It rain real heavy today. The wind, the rain... the whatever... Cool Cool Cool!I got up at ard 8 a.m, and spend the time reading Harry Potter. It's a really great book. I love it so much. I'm left with a bit more to go, therefore, I send a msg to Miss Shirmaine Seow, to get her to lend me her copy of book 2 and 3. Because the copies which i had, which belong to Vivian by the way, is missing a few pages here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless kana caught in 'bo pian' situation, else, i try my very best to avoid bringing my Lab Top to school. Coz it's a dreadful heavy thing. Anyway, i did brought it to school yesterday for the stupid ESD lesson. While walking to the library, i ask practically hugging it, rather then carrying it. It suddenly become even heavier. I can't help but to turn to Nic, who is walking beside me, and said flatly, " It's getting heavier, wonder if its coz my hard disk is full!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya!" He replied, then after a spilt 2 seconds of thinking, he throw me a look. Haha. It because, how can the 'availability of free space' in the hard disk, affect the total weight of the whole lab top. Haha. I'm being lame ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum brought back 7 pax of Pocky yesterday. It's very very nice. I had three pax. 4 more to go. Hopefully she will bring back more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112313074161875974?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112313074161875974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112313074161875974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112313074161875974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112313074161875974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-raining-men.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Men...'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112304817268140411</id><published>2005-08-03T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:16:03.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEPING WILLOW?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Weeping Willow Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/weeping-willow-tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dreamer, and you're into almost any kind of escapism.&lt;br /&gt;Restless and capricious, you love to travel to exotic places.&lt;br /&gt;You are easily influenced by others, as long as they don't pressure you.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to suffer in love until you find that one loyal, steadfast partner.&lt;br /&gt;An empathetic friend, you love to make others smile and laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; is Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112304817268140411?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112304817268140411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112304817268140411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112304817268140411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112304817268140411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/weeping-willow.html' title='WEEPING WILLOW?'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112304660428081446</id><published>2005-08-03T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:23:24.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm WHAT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/shortestpersonalitytest/white.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pure, moral, and adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to blend into your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;Shy on the outside, you're outspoken to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that you live a virtuous life...&lt;br /&gt;And you tend to judge others with a harsh eye.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, people tend to crave your approval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112304660428081446?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112304660428081446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112304660428081446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112304660428081446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112304660428081446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-what.html' title='I&apos;m WHAT???'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112304238704922996</id><published>2005-08-03T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T21:13:07.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Good Friends~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/13323013652997l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/13323013652997l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those two aboves are my good friends. They are twins (Of course). Very farni people. Can crap really very farking well. So much so that you actually think what they say is true, when it isn't. Wahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/13242333062743l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/13242333062743l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girl on the left, Shirmaine Seow. My good friend. Can chat practically about anything under the cun. Haha. She's a fab. She look like one of the S.H.E in real person. She is also one of my great SMS pal too. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112304238704922996?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112304238704922996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112304238704922996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112304238704922996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112304238704922996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-good-friends.html' title='My Good Friends~~~'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112304358799546383</id><published>2005-08-03T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T21:33:07.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fab 5...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/13503063529437l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/13503063529437l1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gorgeous ain't they? From left to right is, Carolina, Tyra Banks, Heidi Klum, Gisele Bundchen and last but not least, my all time favourite, Adriana Lima. They are,btw, modelling for Victorian's Secret Showcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112304358799546383?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112304358799546383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112304358799546383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112304358799546383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112304358799546383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/fab-5.html' title='The Fab 5...'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112303134359326001</id><published>2005-08-03T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:09:03.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The CMPB Medical Check Up</title><content type='html'>Its DEAD boring (Again). Here I am, on a healthy Wednesday morning, doing the 'lamess of the lame' ESD project. The best thing is, it's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i went to CMPB for the medical check-up. Its a very 'detailed' check up. I had my teeth checked, urine/blood, X-ray done, and ermm... ermmm i can't bring myself to say the other place where they checked me. At the first station, i was given a questionnaire, where i have to filled in the answer 'TRUTHFULLY'. How unfortunate. At one of the station, where i have to get my pressure checked, I recognise the person behind the counter. He's from Tanglin too. Thing is i dunt know him. He just one of those people whom i know as, 'That person exist'.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Jackson whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put your hand into the hole!"He said without a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did as i was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come in somemore,  and press the button!" He said, again without a smile on his face. He's got to be the rudest 'behind the counter' person I've met that day. I mean, what's his problem? All the time while giving me those unkind instruction, he was filing his nails away. While, that's not what we see everday. A guy sitting behind a counter, filing his nails away. Happy Days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had an IQ test done. Not thati  want it, ITS COMPULSORY. Just when i thought i finished it, the guy beside me say,'Hey not over yet, I've been here for thirty minutes!" I'm shocked. Apparently, I've finished only 26 question. and thers's another hundreds more to come. So, I sat down there, in front of the PC, 'happily' cracking my brains away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to myself, 'GREAT, I can get the hell out of here now!' Just when i thought the worse is over, another wave. The Officer standing near the counter, passed me a SURVEY FORM. What the fark? It's 9 pages long or even more. I have to use a 2B pencil to shade the desired answer. so I spend another 30 mins, 'shading' those small ovals away. It's so bleedy aimless. I wondered why the fark they come out with the set of Question. Some of the question ask are, "Do you feel sad...!", "Do you feel the NS is....!" It's driving me crazy. Most of the ovals i shade fall below the 'Neither Agree Nor Disagree' category. I think that's the best answer. Neutral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112303134359326001?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112303134359326001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112303134359326001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112303134359326001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112303134359326001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/cmpb-medical-check-up.html' title='The CMPB Medical Check Up'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112290296027594177</id><published>2005-08-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T06:29:20.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Anotehr Casual Chat</title><content type='html'>Halfway thru ESD, we decide that we had had enough, therefore, me, Jonah and Nic went to Canteen 4 for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through munching his rice, Jonah ask me,"Keelin, you got go chiong one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to look at Nicholas as he was laughing away, then back to Jonah, "Yar, I got, but not really much liao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas at this time is still laughing away. Jonah continued, "Orrh... Where do you go then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic though tone down, but i still can sense that he is doing some inner 'laughing away'. I replied withou thinking,"Zouk, Double O and China Black!" Why i can replied even without thinking is coz toatl up those three places where i have been to 'chiong', it's not even more than 5 times. SAD... SAD... SAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, I asked Nic, "What are you laughing at!" Coz he make me laugh also. Not because i know what's he is laughing, but is coz when i see a good friend laugh like siao, it somehow make me laugh like siao too... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "I mean, He ask you did you go chiong or not!" We laughed out again. Seriously, I ain't the remotest idea what he means. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112290296027594177?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112290296027594177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112290296027594177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112290296027594177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112290296027594177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-anotehr-casual-chat.html' title='Just Anotehr Casual Chat'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112287015996788156</id><published>2005-08-01T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:22:39.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so very bored. Its ESD lesson now, and theres this project thing we have to do. Shit! That's just what i need. OMG. Just the other day over MSN, I was telling Miz Ong Lay Hoon about how lifeless life itself is for me. I mean, Its really boring. I am actually in front of the Computer Screen (Mine) on a healthy Saturday Night 'happily' chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had both decided on a few things, which is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We need to have a healthy night life&lt;br /&gt;2) We need new friends (Okay, I'm a first grade loser)&lt;br /&gt;3) We need to have 'out by the night' friends&lt;br /&gt;4) We seriously don't need anymore 'out by the day, and back by the night' friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was unfortunately, carrying my 4 years old cousin, Isaac. When the worst case scenario happened. HE sneeze on my mouth area. YES!!! HE BLOODY SNEEZE ON MY MOUTH AREA. The results? My mouth filled with saliva (his). The only consolation is that my mouth is closed when it happened. I quickly said to his mum, whom by the way is laughing herself at a close distance away, "Carry him!" While i wipe those Urghzz away. I am indeed blessed with good luck(As if i really need it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to ESD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old thing. Its SIANZ. My group member, Zhi Hao, is away for his 'Commando' entry Napfa test. Hopefully he can get in. Good Luck to Ya!!! and the other one, i don't know what to say. He didn't even bother to help, just sitting alone all by himself, happily dazing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things i hope to have/attain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Driving Lesson&lt;br /&gt;2) Charmed Season 1 Dvd&lt;br /&gt;3) A farking (Literally I dont really mean fuck as in sex) night life&lt;br /&gt;4) A digital camera&lt;br /&gt;5) A new handphone (Samsung Sux)&lt;br /&gt;6) More money (I pinning my hopes in 4d)&lt;br /&gt;7) A decent hairstyle with colors&lt;br /&gt;8) None i can think of&lt;br /&gt;9) Maybe a shot in Sunday Christain life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112287015996788156?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112287015996788156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112287015996788156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112287015996788156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112287015996788156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-so-very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112278542602740894</id><published>2005-07-31T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:50:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Tatic: Hw to Win the One You Love</title><content type='html'>I had a great breakfeast today. Since we are up early, as in me, Ah Fen, my bro and couple, we thus decide to go eat together. We had Lohn John. Their breakfeast was a fab. Appaerntly, its on promotion. Therefore, i paid a cheap $3.50 for their what they claim is a 1 inch toast, filled with a crap piece of chicken (meat), an egg (I dont know how to spell the 'O' word) , and cheese. The taste is way better then Mac's Big Breakfeast, not to mention its 'worthiness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we went to the library, coz i need to return some books. While at the library, Ah Fen pointed out a book to me. The title is 'Love Tactic: How to Win the One You One!" THANKS! That's great. That's just what i really need. A reminder that i ain't a girlfrenz yet. Thks for adding salt to my already deep and un-healing wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvaging the last bits of my dignity, I told her flatly, "It's for losers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha!" was her replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yar, why the fark would i need a guide to get myself or rather win myself  a galfrenz? Haha... I don't think my criteria for an ideal galfrenz is very demanding. I would like to have someone who is around Kenix Kwok or Elva. Personality like Denise Keller. Fiona Xie/Stella Huang/Cyndi Huang are definitely a big No-No. I rather be a monk then to stick with them. Of course she is one that will make me happy(Who needs one that make you sad?). One whom i can talk practically anything under the sun with. Hanging out at the movies, coffeebeans, starbucks, NYDC, walking around, with.Ermm, I think i am indeed rather demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day a frenz (I forget who) ask me out of the blue, "Isn't theres anyone in your poly that you like!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said without thinking, "You try throwing a Kenix Kwok or Elva in loh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I am demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must change my level of 'demandiness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT! Images of Nic's toking in a Prima Donna way keeps vividly popping into my mind. Which 'end me up' in bouts of laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112278542602740894?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112278542602740894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112278542602740894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112278542602740894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112278542602740894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-tatic-hw-to-win-one-you-love.html' title='Love Tatic: Hw to Win the One You Love'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112273408658523538</id><published>2005-07-30T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T07:34:46.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Degree In Crapping</title><content type='html'>While waiting for the traffic light to turn green in front of Taka yesterday, I saw something that really shocked me. Two girls, hugging and kissing. But come to think of it, it isn't that shocking. I mean what's 'new' these days? Apparently, we have become a more open country. I think over in the U.S it be even worse. Like my English teacher, Mrs Png, who taught me during Sec 5 said,"A girl could get rape in the busy streets over in New York, and no one be helping her!" That's more scary, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with my all time good frenz, Wai Leong early morning. The initial plan was to get a decent tan at the school pool. However, much to our farking dismay, the weather isn't that sunny. I wonder is it him who brings the bad luck, or I'm the one bringing the bad luck. Its not the first time it happens. I don't experience the same unfortunate weather, when i meet up with yet another good friend of mine, Zhi Hao, for a run and tan in school. Something to do with our 'Eight Character' I gussed. Whatever the crap is, I can't believe we actually did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we can't go tan, we decide to have breakfeast at Clementi to wait for the sun to come out. I was waiting for him outside Macdonalds, when i saw this really huge dog being tied around one of the tables. ITS REALLY HUGE. I can't help, but to report my discovery to Shirmaine Seow, my best ever SMS pal. She replied,"Usually big dogs are quite tame..small dog very ki siao wan..just like my bloody dog..useless crap..haha.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my main point isn't about the dog. Is about what we did. We find ourselves in K-box. Yar, Just two of us. Two guys. Yar, JUST THE TWO OF US. OH MY GOD. Apparently, there isn't Coffeebeans or Starbucks around Clementi. Macs and KFC is too bleedy crowded. I was just casually saying, "Why not K-box!" I thought that he might say a big 'NO'. but never in a million years did i expect him to say 'OKAY'. So, we spend the whole of 3 hours in K-box, crapping/singing/enjoying the air con. Ended up, its even cheaper then catching a movie. We, each, only had to pay $6.50. It comes with a drink and a pathetic delifrance curry bread, with the fillings cold. Actually, there are three different things we can choose from, delifrance pastries/nissin cup noodles/nasi lemak. I mean come on, Delifrance Pastries sound expensive ain't it? Who knows it will taste 'cheap'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of singing happily, i noticed that his eyes are closing. I can't help but to jabbed him," You know, there is always a time limit when coming out with you! You are always tired during 'half of it'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied defensively,"Lazy Eyes!" I blinked my eyes while he continued," I have lazy eyes loh! And that makes my eyes feel 'heavy'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a look, and went thinking is that what 'Lazy Eyes' is? I mean he sound so 'as a matter of fact'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell for that crap explanation of his. He can really make something out of nothing. Lazy eyes, by the way, is whereby only one of your eyes is watching. As in though you aren't blind, but only one of your eyes is in use, the other just won't 'function'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, btw, isn't the only one who hold a 'Degree in Crapping'. The Loo twins (Zhi Jian and Zhi Hao) are also of the same kind. GOD! Why do i have this kind of friends as good friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112273408658523538?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112273408658523538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112273408658523538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112273408658523538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112273408658523538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/07/degree-in-crapping.html' title='Degree In Crapping'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112264200167890692</id><published>2005-07-29T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T07:04:40.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie with Farid and Nic...</title><content type='html'>Went to school for a run with Zhi Hao in the morning. Halfway through, Zhi Hao was attacked by his cough, thus, we stopped running, and head for the gym instead. Then to sun tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went town with Farid and Nicholas afterwhich. Zhi Hao can't make it as he got some theory thing to study. The supposed meeting time was fixed at 2, but due to some problems, they were late. Thus, I spent the time idling around in Borders. Much to my farking dismay, they no longer sell Harry Potter: The Order of Phoenix at the bargin price of $7.95. Should have got it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 4.40 when we finally got everything settled, as in the tickets and stuffs. The show will only start at 5.35. While waiting, we laze outside Long John Silver and crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in one of those dazing moments, and when i subconciously recovered, I heard Nic said, "Just get the hell out of here!", in a very Prima Donna way. An even clear picture  would be the way  those gals talk in White Chicks. I looked at Nic and got into a very serious laughing fit. It was so funny, that i have to put my hand over my stomach to ease the ache. Apparently, they are imitating the way 'those' girls talk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farid add on by saying, "It's in him (refering to Nic)!" At the same time, he did another imitation on how those gals like to talk with their finger pointing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How tall are you?" Farid asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"179, What bout you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno, i didn't measured!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, let's have a game of comparison when we stand up afterwards!" I said in a joking manner. Which of course, he politely refused by giveing me a 'refusal' smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am 162!" Nic said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to give him my attention, and all of a sudden, Farid said," The question for you shouldn't be how tall are you, but how short are you!" I got into yet another laughing fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the topic changed to the types of games where Farid always played with his another group of friends. Asking gal for their Hp number. I was rather curious about it and asked him, "So have anyone refused you be4?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, didn't! It will be rather pai seh if kana reject!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will show you gals who will reject me!" Nic chipped in. I cannot help it but laugh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very nice chat i must say. We talked about some in depth things too. Like girlfriends issue, the future, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show which we watched is called 'Stealth'. Is a very nice movie, in my own opinion. The female lead, though doesn't look familiar, is really beautiful. Duno what's her name though. Too bad Zhi Hao isn't with us, else, all of us (The Ex- CNG Vehicle project team members) be all present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112264200167890692?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112264200167890692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112264200167890692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112264200167890692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112264200167890692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/07/movie-with-farid-and-nic.html' title='Movie with Farid and Nic...'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112252545030088542</id><published>2005-07-28T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:37:30.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Livid</title><content type='html'>I'm livid. Apparently, Its Sars Activation Day, aka SAD day, for Ngee Ann Poly. Students are required to wear their farking lanyard. Ngee Ann is divided into 3 different color sectors, namely the red, blue (I'm in blue) and yellow zone. Students whom belong to their various zone have to wear their colored lanyard, and stick to their own zone. It's so aimless. As if we won't be crossing over other colored zones. I haven't the remotest idea who implement that. Urghzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, upon stepping into the school compound, i went to the atrium, so as to go to the lib to return the Cds which i had borrowed. Since there is a 'temperature screening' counter at the atrium, i mean why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is your lanyard!" The gal who took my temperature asked accusingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and muttered, "Forget to bring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why forget! Go get one now!" I turned and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the best. When i reached the library, a notice is put up at the entrance It read somewhere among various articles, No Lanyard, No Entry. GREAT!!! That's just what i need. Thus, i walked up to my project room. Can't be bothered to get a lanyard. Why should i waste $2.20 for such occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto never failed to make me happy. I downloaded another episode from the net today. Can't wait to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i came to school today, is coz my group member send me a msg last night, saying our project supervisor wana meet us at noon. Look at the time now. 12.37 p.m. and i am still happily blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112252545030088542?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112252545030088542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112252545030088542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112252545030088542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112252545030088542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-livid.html' title='I&apos;m Livid'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112248049331395792</id><published>2005-07-27T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:08:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma Is A Bitch</title><content type='html'>Karma is a bitch. It struck me. I was happily, busily flipping through Harry Potter Book 2, thinking to myself, 'What's Next', 'What's Going to Happened'. WHEN suddenly, i found out that there isn't any 'next page'. Yar! It stop at page 107. 108 to 118 is missing. Shouldn't have refer my ESD Sir as Anal. Now i am stuck in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling helpless, I immediately get to my handphone, and send out an SOS to my good friend, Shirmaine who btw is an avid fan of that series, to let her know my current situation and to asked her at the same time whether i can borrow her copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hahaha.. can..under one condition..it must be returned in its original form..they are my babies hor..Haha.uwant the rest too?" She sms-ed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hoo! I'm saved. She's the best. Haha. I always feel that good friends plays an important part in one's life. They are always willing to help when you faces any difficulties. Shirmaine, YOU ARE THE GAL!!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I text her a thank you msg, and told her that i will get the rest from her when i finished book 2 itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied,"U are the most welcome..i'm happy to spread the harry's love around..Wahaha.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That woman, she's crazy liao. Most probes been hit by the Harry's virus. Can you believe? She actually finished reading the latest installment within 2 days. My god! I am amazed by her reading pace. Haha. Me? It took me 3 days to finish the whole of book one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gussed i will hit Orchard coming weekends. Be going to Borders to get Book 5, as it's selling at a cheap price of $7.95. Hopefully, the offer is still valid. Else, I can go bang my head against the wall, for not getting it early. Don't ask me why i ain't getting book 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112248049331395792?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112248049331395792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112248049331395792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112248049331395792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112248049331395792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/07/karma-is-bitch.html' title='Karma Is A Bitch'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112244430696736946</id><published>2005-07-27T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T03:29:04.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why J.B!"</title><content type='html'>I passed me ESD test with flying colors, 71/100. Haha. I'm darn happy. At least, the anal sir won't give us that kind of look. If we were to fail, he will most probably be throwing us a 'Told You Not To Talk In My Class' look. I'm so over the rainbow, best the moon. Can't help but feel a bit arrogrant. Actually I have this sick urge to slap the sir face with my test paper. Haha. I'm being bad, but cant help it coz that SIR like to aim us. Me, Nic, Zhi Hao and Jonah. We are the F4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While over lunch, we discussed that 'after exam' trip again. Came out with new places. Farid is on for Sweden, Zhi Hao is on for Tai Wan. Me and Nic, anywhere except Sinagapore. Haha. Really looking forward to that. My eyes can drop. Then we were talking about driving around in a rental car, Nic a licenced driver. The rest of us aren't. But i can ride a bike (bicycle) if that's really count. I also brought up the idea on whether wana go visit the Zoo or not. Nic said he's been there recently and it's still the same. Zhi Hao suggested Night Safari instead. Okay, find one night, we shall go for the night hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget how the conversation lead on to London or Melbourne. Nic was saying it's a romantic place. Zhi Hao thought for a moment and," But romantic place for 4 guys?" We laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (Zhi Hao) was still rattling on his plan on renting the J.B apartment. After much struggle, i finally asked him, "But of all places why J.B!" Farid and Nic also feel the same thing. I mean why not go the hog and rent somewhere in Australia/ London blah blah sort of country. Why J.B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because everything is cheap there!" His instant replied cleard our doubts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112244430696736946?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112244430696736946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112244430696736946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112244430696736946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112244430696736946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-jb.html' title='&quot;Why J.B!&quot;'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112238416803656839</id><published>2005-07-26T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T03:17:34.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Passed OPC!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes! 52 marks for my OPC. The good nes is I'd passed. The bad nes, it's only 52 marks still. I can't help but feel angry at myself for making stupid mistake. I must be crazy to cancel away the correct answer and write over the wrong one for a 20 marks question. Whatever the case is, no use crying over spilled milks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday over ESD lessons, Nicholas, Zhi Hao and I were talking about doing something after the final exams. I suggested a chalet, but Nic wanted 'somthing bigger than that'. Zhi Hao felt like renting an apartment in M'sia, then we start off from there. That smart boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By renting an apartment, we could save on hotels. I must be extra stupid not to realise that. Haha. I was thinking since we all enjoyed eating, why not Hong Kong? AND we have a good laugh, while crapping over the difficulties we might face. Nicholas's cantonese is the strongest among us (Me, Zhi Hao and Farid), Zhi Hao knows a bit here and there, I know not more than 5 sentences (Trust me, you won't wana know which 5 i know) and Farid know nothings. Shit. Haha. I'm really looking forward to that trip, coz Holidays+ Good Frenz = Hell lot of fun!!!Have to start saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Harry Potter these few days. In fact, I've just begin on the series, so I'm on book one while the majority is on the latest. Initially, I thougth I would hate it, as it's not my cup of tea. itturned out, I loved it. I'm toying with the idea of getting Harry Potter and The Order of Phoenix. The hard cover is currently going for $7.95. It's a steal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112238416803656839?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112238416803656839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112238416803656839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112238416803656839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112238416803656839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-passed-opc.html' title='I Passed OPC!!!'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11998341.post-112217437419381449</id><published>2005-07-24T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T03:18:57.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For Blood Is Thicker Than Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/1600/1372766264193l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2209/996/320/1372766264193l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's my elder bro. This pic was taken during my birthday celebration 2~3 years back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Is it possible for me to lodge a complain against a Sir if he were to use swear words on me?" I asked my brother over dinner at Kfc last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a look and," Don't be bo liao larrh! Why? You want to complain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i don't understand why is he answering my question with his question. It's just a simple answer between Yes, you can, or No, you can't. "No! I'm just asking for fun!" I replied while 'breaking' the rib apart. (I am having a two piece chicken meal by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't tell you, coz I'm not goingto betray my fellow officers!" He said in a 'Slit my throat for all i farking care, but you ain't gonna make me betray my brethen' sort of way. Honestly, I feel like giving him the middle finger. So much for 'Blood Is Thicker Than Water'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Qi was telling me that a she'friend of his is getting married and thus, met up with an interior designer for the decoration of her flat. She was telling the interior designer to work on the toilet. The interior designer went blur, and said "I think that's not so important! Let's work on the kitchen first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KITCHEN? I don't use the kitchen! Let's get back to the toilet instead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story. Never challenged a female who knows what she want. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (Yingqi) was also telling me how we can't use the term peanuts anymore. Coz a peanut (According to Mrs Goh Chok Tong) is equilavent to earning what Durai is earning. The rest of the peeps are earning a grain of rice. Honestly, rich peeps can be really kind of 'that one'. I doubt they will last a game of 'Survivor'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had Vodka after dinner at my home. I'm rather shocked to learn that the term for 'Vodka with Orange' is actually called a 'Screwdriver'. My god! How crude! How Unglam! I laugh myself silly. I asked them (my cousins) what's 'Vodka with Sprite' called. The replied was "Vodka with Sprite loh!" I could slit my throat hearing that. ._."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11998341-112217437419381449?l=klss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/feeds/112217437419381449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11998341&amp;postID=112217437419381449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112217437419381449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11998341/posts/default/112217437419381449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klss.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-much-for-blood-is-thicker-than.html' title='So Much For Blood Is Thicker Than Water'/><author><name>Emilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18399488757136203964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
