<?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-1176238300027981160</id><updated>2011-12-05T18:39:52.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Time Goes By......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-751769565980399671</id><published>2011-03-24T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:14:48.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心碎</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;近来都不知怎么搞的，脾气真的一天坏过一天，一点小事情就会撩起我的火来。可能工作压力吧，看着一堆好像永远都做不完的文件，然后老板又不停地催促快一点，再加上同事一个一个地辞职，昔日热闹的情景已不再出现了。我好像孤独地作战着，那种志气和精神就慢慢地被一种叫“孤单”的恐怖东西 给侵蚀了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有很多东西真的不是随便可以说出口，不是因为事情的复杂性，而是不懂和哪个人去分享我心中的烦恼与不开心。对我而言，一个拥抱、一句安慰的话、一个小小的鼓励，已足我再提起精神继续努力奋斗,。我不相信“激将法”这东西，尖锐地话一次又一次狠狠地插入我的心里，我真的会很难受。我最终也是普通人一个，也是有脆弱的时候，可以不要把我比到一文不值，好吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;究竟我在你心目中有着怎样的地位，我开始模糊了，你好像一次过推翻了我一直以为是对的答案...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-751769565980399671?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/751769565980399671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=751769565980399671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/751769565980399671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/751769565980399671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='心碎'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-7097378774611917992</id><published>2010-08-07T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:24:30.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>感动</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;时常都听人家说: "好又一餐，唔好又一餐"，感觉就好像只要有得吃，好与不好还不是这样。但到底如何去下定义说什么是好的一餐，和不好的一餐呢？对我这个容易满足的人来说，尽管是豆腐青菜、咸鱼豆干，只要吃得开心，我已认为那是好的一餐了。有些人尽管天天大鱼大肉，但如果孤伶伶或吃得不开心的话，我宁愿吃白粥算了，因为我明白"宁吃开眉粥，莫吃愁眉饭"这一句话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无可否认，人是犯贱的，尤其是男人。怎么说呢? 当一样好好的东西摆在面前却不珍惜，到失去了才感觉可惜和后悔莫及。我承认我也是其中之一，因为以前晚餐总是在回家前，妈妈就已准备好，我只要洗洗手，就可以开始享受晚餐。自从上健身房后，晚餐已经被我列入"罪恶行为"一框，无论菜肴多吸引，都一一被我拒绝了。可能那时候的我极度渴望要瘦下来吧，所以浪费了妈妈的一番心意而完全没有一丁点的感觉内疚。因某些原因，妈妈已不像以前那样准备晚餐，刚开始我还洋洋得意，心想就算不煮我也没什么大损失。好了，当我渐渐对外面的食物感觉到腻，并且厌恶时，我开始想念"住家菜"，但现在只能在记忆中回味了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能对一些人来说，朋友在家煮饭，然后叫你来吃饭，显然有点怪。但我对这个东西已经不是陌生，因为我时常都会去朋友家黐饭吃，只是看在谁的家而已。现在每当有朋友说要煮饭，问我要不要来吃，我肯定猛点头立刻答应，尤其是他们说："我煲了汤"。我很喜欢喝汤，可能我是半个广东人吧，我真的很希望我每一个晚餐都有汤。*&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;罐头的，你自己喝完它吧&lt;/span&gt;* 对我这个渴望喝汤的汤痴来说，汤可能比菜来得更重要。其实我对那天的晚餐有种莫名的感动，原因是我知道我朋友是很少下厨，但还是提出邀请煮个晚饭给我，并且煲汤。&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ermm….&lt;/span&gt;我要送上一个吻以作答谢吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502668986278580002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/TF1oSeOxjyI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ZdyZF9GJpxc/s320/Image940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;老黄瓜汤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502668977650273122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/TF1oR-FoC2I/AAAAAAAAAxI/nnnvpCWP_kc/s320/Image939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;炒豆角&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/TF1oRKocZsI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TbeTkVbzwEU/s1600/Image938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502668963837667010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/TF1oRKocZsI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TbeTkVbzwEU/s320/Image938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;荷包蛋&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;虽然不是什么三珍海味，也不是大厨师级的烹饪，没有柔和的音乐和浪漫的环境，但就像我说的，只要吃得开心，其他的事情都不重要了，不是吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-7097378774611917992?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7097378774611917992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=7097378774611917992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/7097378774611917992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有一天同事突然问起一个值得令人费神去思考的问题，她说：你会选择你爱他比较多的人，还是爱你比较多的人，作为你一生的伴侣。顿时我心想，谁不想另一半爱自己多一点? 同事们的回答，都是选择一个爱她们的人比较多的人。虽然无可否定到底这段路的成功与否，都不是只凭这一点来判断，但起码和自己爱的人在一起，谁爱谁多一点，难道还重要吗？当然不是每个人的爱情路都平坦无阻，可能有些人认为要经过崎岖的道路才可令他们领略到人生意义。但我可以大胆地拍着我的胸口，大声说：我宁愿不要领略什么人生意义。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天看了一个朋友特地为我而写的一篇部落格，还没看完，我的泪很自然地就流了出来，心里就有种难以形容的悲哀。这一个朋友，就算以 "很特别" 来形容，我都觉得不能够完全表达到我心里想要说的那种关系。可能曾经一起经历过的事情，令我就算到睡进棺材的那天都不能忘记，但这就只能永远在记忆中徘徊。虽然全都是很短暂的，但已足以令我觉得刻苦铭心，但始终无论多依依不舍都挽留不到什么，可能放开了手，对大家来说是更好的选择吧，还是那句：你开心，就是我的安慰。可能我没勇气再说出那句话，但我的心思，我觉得有一天还是会被感觉得到的。我不敢去遐想任何东西，但我仍然期待那一天的到来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对那位朋友说的话：&lt;br /&gt;我需要的不是那句一直重复的 "对不起"，相比而言，你的关心来得更重要。我没期望你能为我做些什么，我希望的，只是想看见你昔日那灿烂的笑容，那种真正发出内心的快乐。 可能我一直认为我不是你任何人，所以很多东西我都尽量保留、不越界，但不代表我忽略你，而是我不想令你觉得厌恶。我只想和你说：我没有责怪过你。未来的路是怎样，由上天去安排吧，有缘的，一定会再续。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-4111564546006912066?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-281699363043215147</id><published>2010-04-30T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:07:57.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新的开始</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;交了辞职信一个月后的今天，我总算是逃离了老狐狸的魔掌。虽然对同事们依依不舍，但天下无不散之筵席，以后还是会有见面的机会，毕竟我新公司也不是离他们很远。同事们说在我临走前想唱首张学友的"祝福"给我听，我真的害怕我会流眼泪。Eh， 我不是那种铁石心肠的人啦，别以为男人不会流泪........... 虽然我切洋葱时流不少。&gt; &lt;'' 同事们星期四为我办了个小小的farewell午餐，虽然不是山珍海味，但起码我觉得很温馨。有时我会觉得有点内疚，我好像在很忙的时期丢下了他们，尤其是我的一个senior。他与别人不同的地方，就是那永远都不会发脾气的性格。无论我做的东西如何出错，错得如何离谱都好，他都会很耐心地帮我修改。我曾经问了同一个问题超过三次，他都会不厌其烦地回答，而且还是清楚地交待每个细节。他每次都大方地请我吃东西，譬如我们在Miri公干时，还有那个farewell午餐，都是他付钱的。Secret Recipe 呐，别开玩笑呐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚开始到新公司上班，很多东西理所当然都很不习惯，没了19寸LCD Monitor ，没了internet， 没了大桌子，没了可以大摇大摆迟到、不上班都不必给MC的公司。可能以前过于依赖我的senior，突然间什么难题都要靠自己去解决，以前那种一转头就有答案的情景不再会有，真的会有一个冲动想回到旧公司。所谓好马不吃回头草，更何况学会独立是一件好事，向好的方向去看，那种幼稚的念头就会慢慢消失了。接近两个星期的时间，我还是不能完全习惯新公司的工作方式，但起码好的是，我还没进去工作时，我已经和同事们打好基础了，相处方面完全没问题，算是个好的开始吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近老毛病又来了，那种胡思乱想的性格总是改不了，然后朋友就会学Sat In The City里面的一个经典名句:"你唸多咗啦"。有时还觉得自己还挺白痴的，没事找事来烦。可能，真的是我想太多了吧.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-281699363043215147?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/281699363043215147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=281699363043215147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/281699363043215147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/281699363043215147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='新的开始'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-1973840773903298280</id><published>2010-03-04T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:47:43.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年快乐</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;快乐的日子过得特别快，更何况是超级+十分+非常快乐的呐。转眼间新年已经过了差不多一星期，新年期间真的令我发福不少。别说没去健身，连仰卧起坐和掌上压都懒得在家做，加上令人垂咽三尺的新年食物，对一个馋嘴的家伙来说，想要不胖，真的比忍住不吃还要难。&gt;.&lt; 今年的新年可说是蛮特别的，第一，因为大年初一也是情人节。虽说两个日子毫无相干，但我始终还是个别地庆祝一番了。除此之外，我觉得很特别的第二个原因是，我和一班刚认识不久的朋友共度了超过一星期的新年。"ceh…………………." 我都知道你们是这个反应了。但对我而言，这是一个很特别的经历。以前的我根本不会和一班不熟悉的人说那么多话，互动那么多。 这渐渐的改变 令我不再封闭在自己的世界里，认识多一点人后，看东西的角度，思想的方向都不再和以前一样单纯了。当然，我不是那种有了新朋友就把现在的朋友都抛弃，然后有事才会出现的烂家伙。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S4-oDr9DJZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/kzLkcYNgh3Q/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444755255806076306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S4-oDr9DJZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/kzLkcYNgh3Q/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;新年宴会&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S4-oDHbMelI/AAAAAAAAAww/yV3INphrHjo/s1600-h/Image887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444755246000405074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S4-oDHbMelI/AAAAAAAAAww/yV3INphrHjo/s320/Image887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;堆在我房间的新年饼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;说真的，我很害怕半夜三更电话响，简讯还好。那天朋友两点早上打来我的手机，我感觉有点儿心寒，因为害怕有什么事情发生了。果然不是好消息，因为她遭一班"缩春"的马来仔抢劫。谢天谢地那是一班"缩春"的，不然我朋友就遭遇不测了。当时她，她男友和她妈为了帮一个车子燃油用光的陌生人，就到附近的添油站，打算添一桶油，然后倒入陌生人的车子。新年嘛，况且大家都是华人，当然不想看到别人有难，但自己却袖手旁观咯。当他们添油到一半时，我朋友就听到一堆摩多声，抬头看一看周围，发现来了一班马来仔。当时心想可能别人也来添油，就别多理会。我朋友突然感觉不妥，因为她听见 后面好像有人向着他们跑过来。她立刻叫她妈妈别下车，正当她想跑上车时，一个马来仔就已抓住她的手了，想要抢她的手机。她男友赶紧一手抓住她另一只手，另一只手抱着她的腰。一不小心，她整个人就跌到在地上。但她从没想过和那马来仔妥协，瞄准了他重要部位后，就狠狠地踢了几次。幸好这时有一辆大货车经过，司机按了喇叭后，马来仔见气势不对，立刻落跑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我朋友没什么大碍，只是脚在跌倒时擦伤了，手臂则瘀黑了一点。我听了她的电话后，心里都毛了。总以为这些只会在电视出现的情节，竟然发生在他们身上。虽然事后发现颈上的金链不见了，就当作破财挡灾吧，人没事就好。&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aikz&lt;/span&gt;….. 忘了说，事发地点就在我家附近的&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ESSO&lt;/span&gt;油站。对，就是&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SMK Sri Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; 对面那个!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有班朋友在泰国旅游回来，当他们向我展示他们的纹身时，弄得我心痒痒的。其实我也想要一个，但是有点害怕爸妈会骂。可能..................会来一个先斩后奏&lt;/span&gt;gg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444755241405190514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S4-oC2TnEXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/IvrlQP7bFlI/s320/Image893_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;我在想什么时候才适合穿这件衣服&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S4-oCQfTfyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/z7ilLOJEmL0/s1600-h/Image896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444755231253692194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S4-oCQfTfyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/z7ilLOJEmL0/s320/Image896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;哥哥和弟弟^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S4-oBurbJ1I/AAAAAAAAAwY/ivTSm-6mhwk/s1600-h/Image897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444755222177720146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S4-oBurbJ1I/AAAAAAAAAwY/ivTSm-6mhwk/s320/Image897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Non Halal~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-1973840773903298280?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1973840773903298280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=1973840773903298280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/1973840773903298280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/1973840773903298280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='新年快乐'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S4-oDr9DJZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/kzLkcYNgh3Q/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-478760465354120608</id><published>2010-02-07T01:43:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:32:50.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>累，很累很累</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;挨过了接近三个星期的公干，终于在星期四晚上回到了吉隆坡。原本计划星期三晚启程 回到吉隆坡，怎么知道老板email了一堆queries给我同事，搞得原本的计划都为了这个而更改了一点。虽然看来只是逗留多一天，但是对一个呆在Miri将近三个星期的我来说，简直是比毒品上瘾但毒品没了般痛苦，就连逗留多一秒钟都不想。当到达LCCT机场的那一刻，我有冲动大喊: "我回来了!!" 为了不要破坏Ng&amp;amp;Co. 的名誉，我看低调一点，改为心里喊就算了&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;。~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;对，我是胆小鬼，我承认&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到家门口的那一刻，我放下行李就和朋友到外吃夜宵。目的当然是医肚子啦，其次是要跟朋友聚聚咯，再来就是吃些我想念了三星期的食物。在Miri真的無啖好食，所谓的"国际性早餐" (International breakfast)，来来去去都是炒饭，炒面，马铃薯，baked bean, 杂菜，咖喱鸡，午餐基本上都是马来餐。你说啦，堂堂华人一名，你可以忍受多少餐? 我一天比一天拿更少饭，再下去可能就患厌食症了。~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;我知道那是不可能发生的事，让我发泄一下可以吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435194565168930658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22wqP4HH2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/zE1DOuzSfXs/s320/Image870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;下班时看见的彩虹&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22wp6rqaxI/AAAAAAAAAwA/MVjQxKCqlqU/s1600-h/Image698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435194559479573266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22wp6rqaxI/AAAAAAAAAwA/MVjQxKCqlqU/s320/Image698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22wpfkzmYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/fMFG_ExcGqs/s1600-h/Image697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435194552203057538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22wpfkzmYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/fMFG_ExcGqs/s320/Image697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lalapan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22woyDBeoI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pYW6iFF-x-U/s1600-h/Image680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435194539981765250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22woyDBeoI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pYW6iFF-x-U/s320/Image680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22woow5UNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/49hudknhJRs/s1600-h/Image679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435194537489813714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22woow5UNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/49hudknhJRs/s320/Image679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;没看过的浓缩果汁&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;昨天刚庆祝了&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Da Da&lt;/span&gt; 的生日，去了一间不懂什么烂臭café，看了它们的餐牌反而饱了。喝了点饮料然后就下半场 --------- mamak档。不懂为什么会为了小事一件而败坏了心情，可能生气他们没听我解释就你一句我一句地批评个不停。其实我也想改变发型，只不过是无能为力而已。我头发的长度，说短不短，但也不长。如果现在不剪，到新年肯定是杂草横生了，但以这种长度，你要我怎么去改变啊？为何要为难理发师呢，既然专业的说把它剪短时最好的选择，我又何必学某些人一样假厉害呢？只怕到最后弄巧反础，到时牺牲的只有我的头发啊。说真的，这次不是普通的短，我好像将近变平头小子了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435194775344616882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22w2e15lbI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/M-afl4Ey8BQ/s320/17536_290854946255_712416255_3953831_726985_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;生日快乐，Mr. Da Da&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;三个星期没去健身房，回来后第一次去就好像over 了一点。上完Body pump后，我的手好像举不起来了。 没办法啊，要身材漂亮就要付出啊。有些人时常说: "要靓唔要命"，我可以大声地对他们说: "我要靓，我都要命"。我又不是为了要把身材搞好而不顾自己的生命安全啊，到目前为止我只尽力而为，我才不会把身体搞砸了。向32寸腰，70公斤进发吧!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-478760465354120608?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/478760465354120608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=478760465354120608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/478760465354120608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/478760465354120608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2010/02/email-queries-miri-lcct-ng.html' title='累，很累很累'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S22wqP4HH2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/zE1DOuzSfXs/s72-c/Image870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-7757615563742519607</id><published>2010-01-21T22:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:39:31.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miri, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;以前小时候，总有个念头想要快快变成大人，还在念中学时，想要快点投入社会工作，现在工作了，就很羡慕人家可以出国公干。好了，现在全都实现了，反而觉得后悔了。看着镜子中的我，天啊，一天比一天老&gt;.&lt;，到底石修和刘德华吃了什么屎啊?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;很多人都以为公干很爽，认为可以工作同时旅游。那我可以跟你们说: “爽个屁啊??!”从早做到晚，别说玩了，就快连屙屎都没时间。每晚都带一大堆文件回旅店做，想做死人咩？ 你说啦，有什么好？牺牲了去健身，牺牲了睡眠，牺牲了跟朋友相聚，还好，色相还保留着。本来还以为可以在旅馆上网，起码可以解解闷嘛，但这该死的&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wireless&lt;/span&gt;，在我的房间竟然&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;detect&lt;/span&gt;不到。然后我从柜台得到的答案是: “&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there is no problem with our wireless coverage, if you can’t connect to internet even by using LAN cable, I also annot do anything, sorry sir……&lt;/span&gt;” 好一个不负责任的答案啊。!@#$%^&amp;amp;* 幸好今天晚上又可以上网，不然真的会发霉生蘑菇了，但明天能不能还是未知之数。不知不觉已在这里四天了，可能很多东西做的关系吧，所以时间才过得那么快。我看我同事的时间过得更快，今天我总算休息一个晚上，但他还是很努力地边看着文件，边听着我不懂欣赏的福建歌。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429200128390797474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S1hkwGs9GKI/AAAAAAAAAug/zMZmJU2YrNk/s320/Image683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S1hhvKSRUtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/h_I4bsffvAc/s1600-h/Image851.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429196813637866194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S1hhvKSRUtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/h_I4bsffvAc/s320/Image851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S1hhud9mU_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/1bkxE69ysL8/s1600-h/Image852.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429196801740002290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S1hhud9mU_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/1bkxE69ysL8/s320/Image852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S1hht0BeIaI/AAAAAAAAAuI/KGU2rPXbWcg/s1600-h/Image850.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429196790481953186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S1hht0BeIaI/AAAAAAAAAuI/KGU2rPXbWcg/s320/Image850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;上个星期朋友send了一首泰国歌给我，起初还不觉得怎样，但听了几次后，发觉我已中毒了。今天我的耳朵整天都是听着这首歌，除了午餐时间外，我连上厕所都听着，看来像是中毒太深了。正所谓"山高皇帝远"，那个吝啬老板不在，我们爱听歌就听歌，爱大声说他坏话就毫不保留地来个坏话大比拼，吹咩?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-7757615563742519607?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7757615563742519607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=7757615563742519607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/7757615563742519607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/7757615563742519607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2010/01/miri-again.html' title='Miri, Again'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/S1hkwGs9GKI/AAAAAAAAAug/zMZmJU2YrNk/s72-c/Image683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-7286740990403450509</id><published>2010-01-06T01:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:13:28.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我回来了</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"哈湫......... 灰尘还真多吔。咦，还有冬菇，青苔，杂草...................................." 朋友不说，我还真的没发觉我的部落格已荒废多时了，要登入时还差点忘了密码。&gt;.&lt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;开始发觉到上健身房的好处了，一来可以运动减肥，二来可以消磨时间，三来可以认识新朋友，但只有第二项才是我唯一感受的到的好处。不知不觉已上健身房五个多月了，但身体明显的变化显然是...................... 没有。说完全没有是没可能的啦，除非去那里只是调戏良家妇女，撩事斗绯，有破坏没建设咯，否则多多少少都会获益的，不然给了的费用真的就像丢进咸水海了。虽然朋友们都看不到效果，本人也差点同意他们的讲法了，但当我从新穿回一些旧的衣裤时，他们都会异口同声地说: "咦，好久没看见你穿这件衣服/裤子了" ，又或者是 "eh, 新买的啊? 没见过的?" 其实是穿不下了，然后搁在衣橱一段时间，所以当我穿回出来时，他们才会以为是新买的，严重炸到咯。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;圣诞节当天，在我家搞了个小派对。说明是小的，所以也没叫很多人。当天老爸回到家时，派对才刚要开始，但他看来有点醉意了。我个人认为喝了点酒的老爸比较可爱，起码不会那么严肃和专制，说起话来还很搞笑，但坏处就是他会喋喋不休，说有的没的，就像死不放弃的苍蝇一般，缠绕着我(们)的耳朵。看到我一班朋友到了，惯性好客的老爸当然会热情地招待咯，连我虎视眈眈但最后也不敢打主意的两支酒都变成了祭品，看来我在家的地位都不比这班和我老爸不怎么熟悉的朋友们高 T^T 老爸在预料中的一样，拼命叫我的朋友们一起喝，听好噢，是"&lt;strong&gt;我的朋友们"&lt;/strong&gt;，没包括我，哈哈，因为他知道我会毫不客气地帮忙“享受”那两支酒。但真的没想到我喝醉的样子是多么的丑，简直是糗大了。尽管我很努力地回想当天我说了和做了些什么，但还是徒劳无功。我对朋友告诉我的事情简直是没有印象，心想那天我真的有那么糟糕吗? 但幸运的是，没有一个人拍下当天的事，不然，这个笑话就不止笑一个星期了。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;新的一年，过去的就让它过去吧，一切从新开始，别对无谓的过去耿耿于怀了，人始终都要向前望的，贪恋过去是不会进步的。大家都努力吧!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-7286740990403450509?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7286740990403450509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=7286740990403450509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/7286740990403450509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/7286740990403450509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='我回来了'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-4011661915889528937</id><published>2009-08-15T21:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:34:51.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>重逢</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;今天总算安安分分地呆在家里，整理房间﹑洗洗衣服，做做家务。回想起来真的很久没在周末呆在家里了，可能渐渐地习惯以前一个人的日子了。几个月前的我就是一个坐不定的人，就像屁股有刺似的，无论如何都会找朋友去逛街喝茶来消磨时间。看来有些事情的改变，人都会跟着改变。究竟是好是坏，还是需要一些时间才能定断。但对本人来说，是一件好得不得了的改变。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;最近觉得自己怪怪的，无端端会回想一些根本不值得一提的小事情，然后人就变得心情低落。虽然最后全发泄在健身房的脚踏车上，但第二天同样的事情再次发生。没办法，谁叫我有一个喜欢有事没事就喜欢回忆的脑袋? 口味可换，衣服可换，性格可换，脑袋总不能了吧? 但不令我不觉得佩服的是，我不开心的心情，身边的朋友没有几个发觉到，反而不常见面的朋友突然在&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Facebook &lt;/span&gt;里问起我什么事情令我心情低落。我好奇地问回他什么使他那样问我，他的回答才让我吓一跳。他说只看我的Facebook就知道了，我顿时心想他有那么神吗，因为我的&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Facebook &lt;/span&gt;也没写过什么，用猜的哪有那么准？&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;，你领我佩服得五体投地。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;星期一参加了一个饭局，一个朋友的生日饭局。也可说成是"化妆舞会"吧，因为开心的面具无论喜欢或讨厌，还是要把它给戴上，因为我才不要把主人家的兴致给破坏掉呐，说到底还是人家生日的正日嘛。不懂有多少人可以感觉到我在那个饭局里吃得有多么的不自然，但可以肯定的是，那餐是绝对值得的。看着寿星女开心的模样，付出那一点点真的不算什么。但有点遗憾的，就是精心安排的惊喜全被破坏掉了。失眠了几天想出来的惊喜，就这样被白费掉了。我真的气得一句话都说不出，因为我最讨厌当我放了很多心机下去的东西，到头来我得到的却是"零"。好了，从今以后这些东西我会可免则免，因为我真的不喜欢那种失望的感觉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370176669328870674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SoazOnRwDRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/HOmdmXyqfIo/s320/DSC_5387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;大合照&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370176659802278114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SoazODybyOI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fjG5y0-vi1I/s320/DSC_5486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;我和寿星女&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;今天早上毫无准备之下被朋友叫去&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;intervi&lt;/span&gt;ew，感觉真的怪怪的。&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Intervie&lt;/span&gt;w从来没有那么的轻松过，这反而令我觉得担心。那个老板一句都没问到关于我要求的薪水，只是问一些例常的问题，例如住哪里，有什么工作经验，为什么要辞职bla bla bla….　从朋友口中知道这个老板没什么脾气，在那里的老员工工作了八年都没看过他发脾气，看来去那里工作是件好事，但是否雇用我还是不能肯定咯。离开前也是平常那句:" &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll give you a call then, thanks for coming…."&lt;/span&gt; 其实我去&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;的公司就在我现在公司的斜对面，不懂改天碰到“旧”老板会不会尴尬。嘻嘻。神经病，人家还在考虑当中啦，说请我才算啦。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;前几天在facebook找回很旧没联络的朋友，这种重逢的感觉真好，希望别再失去联络了，不懂人家想念你的吗？哈哈...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-4011661915889528937?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4011661915889528937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=4011661915889528937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/4011661915889528937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/4011661915889528937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='重逢'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SoazOnRwDRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/HOmdmXyqfIo/s72-c/DSC_5387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-3029235785462105870</id><published>2009-06-27T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:48:19.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>学习</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有朋友告诉我，治疗分手后的伤，最好的方法就是再次谈恋爱，让自己投向另一段新感情，渐渐地就会把以前的事情忘记。虽然我赞成这个是个好方法，但绝对不认同。如果两个人是相爱的那还可以接受，但如果只是把别人当成浮生圈，或代替品，那和一般无良心的人有什么分别呢? 就因为要治疗自己而要别人付出没有结果的爱情，我宁愿不要。上天是很公平的，做的坏事多，总有一天会接受惩罚，只是时间上的问题而已。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前天早上睡迟了，张开眼睛已经是八点早上。我连忙跳起床，冲进冲凉房梳洗。我的牙刷可说是“挂”在墙上的。当我心急，一手用力把牙刷一扯，挂着我牙刷的塑胶盒子掉了。我的冲凉房也不是很大，但是无论如何我都找不回塑胶盒子的另一半。只剩下..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351908556181518434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SkXMeemSuGI/AAAAAAAAAsw/WkRIULnRMMA/s320/Image586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351908548099998082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SkXMeAfggYI/AAAAAAAAAso/HAeShjl1yAg/s320/Image583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;时间不多的我，没再理会那么琐碎的事了，上班不迟到才是最重要。我尝试回到家再去冲凉房再找一次，匪夷所思的是，那另一块就是怎么也找不回来，最后我还是放弃了。当我坐下来无聊时，我突然回想，难道这是上天给我的一些指示？暗示我失去了的就算了吧，无论我如何努力都没有可能再找回我要那另一半。我可以做的，只有去找一个新的。如何伤心都是没用的，因为没有人会同情你，反而会说你是窝囊废。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;看了“仁心解码”的第13集，方中信在其中一幕里说了一句很对的话。他说：“感情总会有离离合合，如果挽回不到，就要学习接受。”学习，就代表了有失败的可能，但能从失败中学习到，才是最重要。我承认我还是不能完全放下，但最起码我认真地在学习着，跌倒了，就要重新站起来，坐在地上大哭，只会令自己变得更无能，同时被人看不起。我总不相信失去你就没办法生活，我就是要告诉你，我会比以前更开心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-3029235785462105870?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3029235785462105870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=3029235785462105870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3029235785462105870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3029235785462105870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_27.html' title='学习'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SkXMeemSuGI/AAAAAAAAAsw/WkRIULnRMMA/s72-c/Image586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-5580959406219804237</id><published>2009-06-20T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:50:36.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无奈</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;虽然已经过了一个星期，但是我对那件事的记忆依旧那么的清晰。她的每一句话，眼神，神情，反应，都一一在我脑海中挥之不去。我以为全情投入于工作就会渐渐地把它忘记，但实在是很难很难。无论我怎么去逃避，尽量不去想，到最后还是徒劳无功。真的掩饰得很辛苦，但为了不添朋友们的麻烦，只好继续带着开心的面具示人。明明自己知道无论怎么做都不会将结局改变，但最后还是忍不住悲伤。 我真的不想再为了一个不值得的人而伤心，但我实在是控制不到。上天给我的这个考验实在是太难了，就像让一个初学者做着上级任务一样。我试着告诉自己不要对不值得的东西再付出任何时间，在以为成功之际，到最后还是失败了。我尝试很多方法去忘记，却没有一个有效。难道这个伤口就是那么难痊愈吗？我的心总是把我的脑打败了，彻彻底底地打败了。我真的很想把头撞向墙壁，让我丧失记忆了不就好了吗?&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/1176238300027981160-5580959406219804237?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5580959406219804237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=5580959406219804237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/5580959406219804237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/5580959406219804237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='无奈'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-3717215124777064783</id><published>2009-03-16T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:46:17.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KNNCCB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEI SOH HAI!! U GO DIE LA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF UR HOUSE DUN HAVE MIRROR, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE USE UR URINE TO SEE HOW U LOOK LIKE SIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DUN EVERYDAY FAT HOU IN FRONT OF THE MALE STAFFS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAI SEI U SURELY BECOME LOU GU POH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUST WAIT BA LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-3717215124777064783?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3717215124777064783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=3717215124777064783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3717215124777064783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3717215124777064783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/knnccb.html' title='KNNCCB'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-5113229445937332808</id><published>2009-03-02T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:11:45.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds Stupid</title><content type='html'>I have a feeling want to take sleeping pil and sleep till I die. So many thing I need to&lt;em&gt; fan&lt;/em&gt; recently. I feel tired of that already. I know that I cannot try to avoid those &lt;em&gt;fan&lt;/em&gt; stuffs. But sometimes I really dunno what I can do to make the things better. I tried, tried and tired... But what I can get? Is "nothing".... Can anyone please tell me what step I should take next? I just feel that I have zero benefit. What I want to do also cannot be completed. I begin to rub my eyes, coz what I saw all become grey colour. I feel that is no more colourful thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel nervous... I feel lonely.. I afraid the dream I had last night will come true.. I can't sleep back after I woke up from tat bad dream. I see the time with my handphone. It showed 5.16am. It just a normal screen that without any miss call or sms. I was stairing the ceiling for almost an hour before I get up to bath and get ready to work. Without my glasses and the light on, I took my mp3 player and play it loud in my ears. I begin feel down when I heard the song named "Touch My Hand" from David Archuleta. I feel helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another boring day for me in office. I thought I can concentrate my work so that I have no time wasted on simply think on something useless. I quite busy for whole morning and afternoon. But at the time I almost get rid of those &lt;em&gt;fan&lt;/em&gt; stuffs in my mind, my colleague asked me to stop accessing the file I was doing as he need to make some amendment in the file which cannot be amended in other pc if I open it in my pc. He said he will take long time on doing the amendment. Which mean, I have nothing to do before he finish his work. I thought I can call my friend for a short talk, it ended up with my phone out of credit and I dun even have chance to listen the "hello" from her. WTF... The colleague who fetch me back told me that she will go back on 10pm, PROVIDED she able to finish her work in time. I almost scold all her &lt;em&gt;zou zong 18 doi &lt;/em&gt;in my heart. No choice, who ask me need to tumpang ppl's car? I forced to show a "nothing happen before" face. Other than that, I dunno what reaction I can give to her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no need to work on tomorrow but I still have a lot of thing waiting for me to do. I wondering I can &lt;em&gt;gao dim&lt;/em&gt; all those things in one day. Just cross my fingers that things will go smoothly tomorrow. Hopefully got someone can accompany me to go as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-5113229445937332808?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5113229445937332808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=5113229445937332808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/5113229445937332808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/5113229445937332808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/sounds-stupid.html' title='Sounds Stupid'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-3673944584924917420</id><published>2009-02-17T08:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:53:16.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuantan Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally result was out this monday. I feel happy that I passed 1 out of the 3 papers. My colleague was looking at me with a strange face when I told her I failed another 2 papers and yet I still can't hide my happiness. Probably she dunno how hard ACCA paper is. Sometimes really need some luck when doing exam, just like Adelyn who get 50marks for her P1 paper. But then she deserved to pass the paper as she really put effort when she was doing her revision. I can't blame anyone but my own self as I not really that concentrate on study before exam. Funny thing was, I passed the paper which I have the least confidence. The one I have most confidence not even close to passing mark.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~8 marks to pass... pui hao sui..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a trip in Kuantan last week. Although no hand for me to hold when walking on street, I still enjoy the trip. Valentine's day fell on Saturday this year. Dunno I can't feel it or Kuantan ppl not popular in celebrating Valentine's day. That Saturday just like a normal Saturday. Eventhough was Valentine's day, we have our dinner at Satey Zul, a restaurant which is always having good business and suitable for bringing whole family go and eat. Which means, say nicer is meriah, if say bad geh, is noisy. The food there is nice, thats why we surely go there everytime we go to Kuantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Cherating beach before Satey Zul. Finally I went before Club Med...................'s main enterence. We failed to find that part of Cherating beach we wanted to go, due to getting older and memory power is losing. At the end we still went to Cherating beach, but only not tat interesting as the one we wanted to go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SZ4LHsKWBNI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Cfc_mDCrxwM/s1600-h/Image468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304689637830558930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SZ4LHsKWBNI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Cfc_mDCrxwM/s320/Image468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cherating Beach~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304689639263206322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SZ4LHxf6e7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/JSi-Z-ED4uA/s320/Image474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kuantan Version of AE86&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We left Kuantan at early morning as KY need rush back to KL for helping his dad. We officially depart to KL after had our breakfast at house of adeyn's grandparent. On the journey back to KL, KY received a call and he had been told tat the problem settle already. Which mean he no longer need rush back to KL. At the same time, we heard another news tat our area will have electricity cut off until 7pm. So they decided to have a trip to Genting before back to KL. I begin to worry coz later I have to take the scarest transport in Genting, CABLE CAR!! I juz dunno why I can't calm myself when sitting on cable car. Actually Genting not a suitable place for me to visit. I dun go into theme park, neither casino. Cold air? my house got air cond one la. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I felt nervous on the night we reach KL. My mind just can't take off from ACCA result which coming out tomolo. At the end, I bring my panda eyes when going to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-3673944584924917420?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3673944584924917420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=3673944584924917420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3673944584924917420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3673944584924917420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/kuantan-trip.html' title='Kuantan Trip'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SZ4LHsKWBNI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Cfc_mDCrxwM/s72-c/Image468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-9062580796576446427</id><published>2009-02-11T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:08:24.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Day</title><content type='html'>I sat at my place form 8.30am until now. But the actual hour I've work was only 3-4 hours. I really can't believe that nothing for me to do. I actually sit here and wait for my colleague to fetch me home. I just finished watched one episod of Bleach animation. Now I can spend my working time to update my blog. You can imagine how free I am right now. I work onli few days a week also nothing for me to do, I really dunno what is the meaning I come to work this week. i believe tomolo will be another boring day. I'm still thinking whether want to ponteng tomolo or not. Really not a good taste sitting at office and do nothing. I rather I have a lot of work to do until I dun have time to think something useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes really hope this world got medicine that can make a person forget something. When I was a child, I always hope want to become adult faster. But now I regret to have that "dream" already. When I was looking at my cousin who only 7 years old, I rather I become him. No worries, no pressure, have many people sayang...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is coming out soon. Just 2 days after Valentine's day. Want happy jao happy first. When get the result, surely no mood till eat dragon meat aslo no taste. Really scare to see the result this time. Everytime I have confidence to pass those papers, at the end surely disappointed one. Maybe put too much hope in liao. If this time fail all papers, probably will working and stop further my study for this semester. Or maybe buy some coal and suicide lo. No need waste parent's money anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will fall sick soon. Throat again not feeling well liao, plus abit headache and dizzy. It makes me mou wai hou to eat anything at all. But still the stomach "making complaint" eventhough I din feel hungry at all. Appetite comes back abit when the first bite of Lou Poh Bang. Thanks to Miss Lee for the Lou Poh Bang~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-9062580796576446427?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9062580796576446427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=9062580796576446427' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/9062580796576446427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/9062580796576446427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/boring-day.html' title='Boring Day'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-4699023933161220201</id><published>2009-01-26T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:45:46.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chinese New Year of this year falls on 26th of January, which all the people also feel it is too early. Normally Chinese New Year will be at beginning or mid of February. I think because of this, I begin to clean my house few days before the Chinese New Year. I still &lt;em&gt;lan lan han&lt;/em&gt; on the week before cny. Then we end up with cleaning the house like hell. I can say I clean the house from day to night. Luckily my brother came back and help once he finish his exam on Friday. If dependant on the 2 other fella, I think next year cny also not yet finish to clean my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides cleaning my house, I did shopping on the cny stuffs. I really hate to buy the packet drinks. Because of this stupid packet drinks, I hurt my back. Suddenly feel that I really old liao. Sikit sikit then hurt myself. Next time cannot be hero like that anymore. I feel a bit excited on the first time using my dad’s credit card to buy stuffs at Central supermarket. I know it is against the rules, but then my dad just lazy to go and buy himself. No choice lo, I mai practice how to sign his name under his teaching for 5 minutes. But I think at the end the cashier also can’t do much if they realize the signature is not really the same with the signature at the back of the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner of new year eve this year a bit different from the past. Normally we will cook ourselves then eat at grandmom’s house with all the family members. This year have some changes. This year we had our dinner at Mont Kiara. Due to my aunty married to malay, then we choose to have dinner at a halal restaurant. And that restaurant kononnya “halal Tai Thong”… Dinner suppose started on 7.00pm. Due to the “not punctual” culture having in my family, the dinner started around 8.30pm. I almost die of starving…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295442302124620002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SX0wt6K2-OI/AAAAAAAAArw/aCuninFWQ7c/s320/Image415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Siblings with Bou Bou Queen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SX0wtgTVgWI/AAAAAAAAAro/byXtSUgWlPU/s1600-h/Image417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295442295180853602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SX0wtgTVgWI/AAAAAAAAAro/byXtSUgWlPU/s320/Image417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chun Ga Fuk~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the dinner, we went back and prepare the praying stuffs. Mouth say is going to help, but at the end I only cross my hands and “monitor” while chit chat. I begin to pui fuk myself that I still can chat with my cousins and aunties till 3.30am eventhough I clean the house from day till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish everyone having good health and prosperity. May you all have a great and wonderful year ahead.. Gong Xi Fa Cai!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-4699023933161220201?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4699023933161220201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=4699023933161220201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/4699023933161220201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/4699023933161220201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-eve.html' title='Chinese New Year Eve'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SX0wt6K2-OI/AAAAAAAAArw/aCuninFWQ7c/s72-c/Image415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-6619116794649317153</id><published>2009-01-24T03:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:53:38.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes I just feel that why I want to be &lt;em&gt;jin guat tao&lt;/em&gt; like that. This time really &lt;em&gt;loh lei jin&lt;/em&gt; one somemore. If that time I stand tough and insist to reject it, I think I won’t say like that today. Now I was like torturing myself few times a week. But then now complain also no use, who asks me soft hearted just because of few words from him? I really tired of this already. It is not just only tired physically, but mentally as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why my company needs to be shifted from PJ to Shah Alam. Although my colleague fetching me to work, but travelling long way to work really a torturing job. I sit on car only already feel tired, I don’t know how my colleagues can tahan everyday drive so far to work. I salute to their spirit of not giving up and power of tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;tumpang&lt;/em&gt; my colleague’s car to my working place. I know I already consider &lt;em&gt;hang fuk&lt;/em&gt; as I don’t need to pay a single cent for my colleague even she send me to work. What I need to do is just wake up on time and put my butt on the car seat until I reach my office and do the same for going back home. But sometimes it is really not convenience especially when I want to go home earlier and she need to stay back in order to finish her work. I feel sorry to ask her go back earlier as her work will be accumulated if she didn’t finish it on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This company a bit &lt;em&gt;toh sui gah&lt;/em&gt; one. It shifted to a new developed industrial area which can’t be searched through GPS and any map on internet. Which mean? &lt;em&gt;San ka la&lt;/em&gt; area &lt;em&gt;loh&lt;/em&gt;. Worst thing is location map was not put in company website as well. Somemore can tell other people that it is 4th biggest logistics company in the world. Really amat &lt;em&gt;menge-toh-sui-kan&lt;/em&gt;. I think I call for help till I lost my voice also nobody can come in and save me. It is hard to see other living creature there other than trees and human who forced to work, which mean even the wild cats and dogs also not interested to this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power supply still not yet stable even we shifted to the new office almost a month. Our pc will be turned off and the office will become all dark in a sudden. For those who didn’t save their work, sorry &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. You need to do it again. Same thing goes to the centralized air cond as well. Suddenly I can feel I entered into desert a minute ago, and jump into North Pole in next few minutes. I sick for 2 weeks really thanks to contribution of the stupid air cond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing nice to the new office is the environment had changed. We have brand new table, bigger pantry, self owned toilet which no need to share with other company, bigger car parking space, better security and fresher air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294571680384649314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SXoY5DcriGI/AAAAAAAAArQ/KWWtp5mTNMY/s320/Image402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Company Front View&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SXoY4hGQ0ZI/AAAAAAAAArI/1u69sTAzg_Y/s1600-h/Image401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294571671163818386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SXoY4hGQ0ZI/AAAAAAAAArI/1u69sTAzg_Y/s320/Image401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pantry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294571667877800962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SXoY4U20LAI/AAAAAAAAArA/aZMWo6_ctJg/s320/Image385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Toilet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SXoY39MGN9I/AAAAAAAAAq4/NpaJBc-vJbA/s1600-h/Image384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294571661524613074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SXoY39MGN9I/AAAAAAAAAq4/NpaJBc-vJbA/s320/Image384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Table~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will leaving this hell place soon. Really &lt;em&gt;nge seh dak&lt;/em&gt; to some colleagues who always &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt; me, and say bye bye and &lt;em&gt;hou wui mou kei&lt;/em&gt; to some of that stupid people who think they're holy, innocent and clever in the office, instead they're only know shoe polishing, busy body and back stabbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-6619116794649317153?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6619116794649317153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=6619116794649317153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/6619116794649317153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/6619116794649317153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-i-just-feel-that-why-i-want.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SXoY5DcriGI/AAAAAAAAArQ/KWWtp5mTNMY/s72-c/Image402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-6026732679173576319</id><published>2008-11-12T04:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:41:06.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy + Unhappy In A Day</title><content type='html'>Finally ended my ten days continuous intensive revision class. My mind was like tortured by 2 lecturers in these ten days. It was just like got a person keep stuffing food into my mouth eventhough I not yet starting to digest. Today is the first day I can sleep until 11am since end of October and I have the feeling of reborn!! I really get a shock when I see my face which only slept for 3-4 hours a day. I can’t accept that my face just like a Dracula who didn’t suck blood for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in good mood when I woke up. Maybe because I sleep enough liao, what in my eyes also extraordinary beautiful one, including the “cheese choc” I made in the toilet. When the time I staring the monitor while thinking what movie to download first, a pretty called me up for lunch. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please note that what inside my eyes also extraordinary beautiful/nice at that time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.* Venue was at Mid Valley. I reached there around 3pm++. I stunned a while when she suggested to me that we’ll having our lunch in Sushi Zanmai, coz I just walked from The Gardens parking place to Mid Valley centre court, some more with rushing steps. =.=’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267495318672163266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SRnnFX18wcI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HPyuZT-ZFY8/s320/sushizanmai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can sense how nice the environment Sushi Zanmai was by just standing outside. The business was quite good until we forced to sit at a corner where it was end of the restaurant. These were what we ordered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SRnnFXxwqOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/g7GrYctCcPY/s1600-h/Image329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267495318654593250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SRnnFXxwqOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/g7GrYctCcPY/s320/Image329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SRnnEwHVcSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/62O-AyBPdgI/s1600-h/Image328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267495308007665954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SRnnEwHVcSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/62O-AyBPdgI/s320/Image328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267495302148407490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SRnnEaSYQMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/cA-pJRtmkjE/s320/Image326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SRnnEF1KaqI/AAAAAAAAAqI/4HAGudqBjdU/s1600-h/Image325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267495296657156770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SRnnEF1KaqI/AAAAAAAAAqI/4HAGudqBjdU/s320/Image325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I enjoying my prawn egg rice, suddenly I think of my salary which my company still owns me. I had waiting the cheque for almost 2 weeks already. Then I took up my phone and sms my friend who working in the same company with me. I asked her to check for me whether the cheque is ready. After a minute, she called me and asked me something about the work I did before I left the company for 6 weeks study leaves. During the chat, I began to lose my patient and tolerance to her, and I starting to throw tantrum and spoke louder and louder. At the end of the chat, my good mood was totally gone. No choice but need to finish the food I ordered. After drank few glasses of cold green tea, my fire can consider lowed down a bit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story not ended here. When I reached home and switching on my pc, I received a sms. The sms was from my friend who mentioned above, it was something about my cheque. In the sms, she told me that my cheque cannot be issued because I didn’t give back the company access card. I was like: “WTF”... I was like losing control and my tolerance directly went down to zero, even to negative. Almost all the sentences I replied were in bad word. I do not know why the fucking stupid manager didn’t tell me about this. I had passed him 2 “Time Calculation Sheet” at two different times and never once he mentions this to me. Further more, the manager said if I pass the access card late, HR department will deduct my salary. What you think I keep the access card for??!! I dun have any interest to the documents printed in &lt;em&gt;lauya&lt;/em&gt; paper and obsolesced CPU and monitor. My friend even can side the manager and told me that he is busy. That’s why he forgot to tell me about that. KNNCCB, will he forget to sleep when he is busy? Will he forget to shit when he is busy? Will he forget to eat when he is busy???!!! What a stupid and lame reason. At the end, I forced to accept the facts that the cheque only available on next week, as the person in charge is not around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I really regret to treat people so good. I not mind to work hard for the company. But what I get as return was totally a shit. Is part timer not human? Is part timer does not need money? Is part timer really not valuable? Then what for I work so hard for the company while the manager dun even appreciate me??!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucky this world still got one thing called “best friend”… Without her efforts to become my sand bag, I think the grey cloud above my head takes long time to disappear. Thanks you so much… *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really worth to treat you eat today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-6026732679173576319?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6026732679173576319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=6026732679173576319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/6026732679173576319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/6026732679173576319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-unhappy-in-day.html' title='Happy + Unhappy In A Day'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SRnnFX18wcI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HPyuZT-ZFY8/s72-c/sushizanmai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-6346638920456865889</id><published>2008-10-28T13:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:31:10.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplanned Shopping</title><content type='html'>Thinking whether I should change my name to "Pemalas Tan" or "Lan Dou Sei", as I feel that I becoming lazier and lazier day after day. Lazy to exercise, lazy to study even the exam is coming, lazy to open mouth and talk,lazy go to work, lazy to update my blog, even lazy to &lt;em&gt;pangsai...*probably get this virus from Adelyn...* &lt;/em&gt;But then dunno why suddenly think of update my blog since this morning while I was printing the supporting document for the invoices. Maybe influenced by DaDa's blog...coz I saw my last update was 2 weeks ago, somemore that post was done under some forces. *O&lt;em&gt;f course I saw one another blogger who is lazier than me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;At least I'm not the worst one.. gg&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rain almost everyday for the pass few weeks. It made me keep cursing to it, especially when I have class at KL coz I need to take bus for going to college and same for going home. Everyone also can imagine how &lt;em&gt;leceh&lt;/em&gt; it is when you taking bus and raining damn heavily at the same time. Thanks to the stupid rain, roof of my house fell. Of course it was contribution of white ants as well. Lucky that only the outside part of roof fell and involved part was rather small, otherwise my house will be full of water. Supposing it is alright with that, coz that never affect the bedroom upstairs. But my mom claimed that my sister will be in danger as the roof of bedroom might fall. So she asked her to come down and sleep on my brother's bed for temporary while waiting people come to fix it. The result came out with, I loss my "ownership" to enjoy the room myself while my brother is staying in Genting Klang where nearby his study place. Besides, my brother and younger sister need to sleep in dining room when they come back home during weekend. Even the bed owned by my brother, and yet he only can sleep in dining room. No choice, probably this called "prerogative of elder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, me and my family went to do shopping at Mr D.I.Y. after dinner. We went there mainly because of want to buy a car washing sponge which recommended by my neighbour. Basically the goods selling there were slightly cheaper than other shops which selling the same stuffs. As for whether the quality is good or not, it depends. Just because the price of goods are slightly lower, in the eyes of "ordinary" consumers, they become so cheap!! I had nothing to buy, therefore I just walking around and see whether there have something interesting. Right at the time I begin to feel bored, I saw something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262295463419469186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SQdt19hEXYI/AAAAAAAAApY/3pIEg3jLXvA/s320/Image309.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird/Creative Decorated Hooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We stay there almost an hour eventhough that shop only size of two normal shop block. I wonder what attracting my parents until they not willing to leave. Finally they went to make payment at cashier counter 10 minutes before the business hour ended. Although the price of goods are cheap in individually, but when all those stuffs were added up, they cost a lot... ~RM80++ in total. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-6346638920456865889?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6346638920456865889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=6346638920456865889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/6346638920456865889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/6346638920456865889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/unplanned-shopping.html' title='Unplanned Shopping'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SQdt19hEXYI/AAAAAAAAApY/3pIEg3jLXvA/s72-c/Image309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-3126738015669653679</id><published>2008-10-09T12:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:45:18.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Depend on when she pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you have the chance, what would you probably say to your beloved one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Of course “I Love U” lo… *&lt;em&gt;nge tong&lt;/em&gt; 唐诗三百首&lt;em&gt;meh&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Khian Foo, coz he can make the impossible to possible&lt;br /&gt;Da Da, coz he is the source of the impossible idea to Khain Foo&lt;br /&gt;Adelyn, coz she can turn on Da Da’s creative brain easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most and with whom ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan, France, Australia, outer space…… friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;” in my bank account balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can for temporary time… max 2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends &amp;amp; family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;First, I’ll &lt;em&gt;lan si &lt;/em&gt;to the people who &lt;em&gt;lan si&lt;/em&gt; me before&lt;br /&gt;Then, start planning to buy whatever I like&lt;br /&gt;After that, bring my friends for vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I do not want &lt;em&gt;sou zao guo hao mou tang dap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. List out the good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Friendly, talkative, kind, generous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What am I doing now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering the stupid tag questions la. Do u think I can do this while I’m taking bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Which type of person do you dislike the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Person who “wearing mask” will be the person I hate most.&lt;br /&gt;And the rest will be: dishonest, &lt;em&gt;lan si&lt;/em&gt;, “smelly mouth” …............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Accountant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply throwing tantrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but limited to how much money in my wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What do you see when you look into a mirror?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short black hair, pimpled face &amp;amp; overweight guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close friends who can keep secret and always giving useful advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.The most memorable thing he/she has done to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What do you like about this person who tagged you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’ll take initiative to concern ppl around her and u will never feel bored if u chat with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've decided not to tag anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-3126738015669653679?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3126738015669653679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=3126738015669653679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3126738015669653679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3126738015669653679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/tags.html' title='Tags'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-3524414452634626972</id><published>2008-07-14T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:35:04.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day Of 2008</title><content type='html'>My birthday passed like the speed of rocket and now I officially announce that I’m 23 already. OMG… I’m going nearer and nearer to the age of "&lt;em&gt;ah pak"&lt;/em&gt;. Can’t imagine how I looked like when I reach 30 years old. Feeling bad when the small kids calling me "uncle". Really want to kick their ass hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Jom makan&lt;/em&gt;…"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Tomolo u free anot ar? Let’s go for lunch&lt;/em&gt;…"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I bought secret recipe cake for u liao, remember open ur fridge and redeem it&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;U decide where’s we go to eat, and the bill is on us&lt;/em&gt;…"&lt;br /&gt;A week before, or maybe two, some of my friends asked me going somewhere for lunch/dinner. The wonderful thing was I dun even need to pay a single cent for it. What’s my responsibility was to eat as much as I can until I satisfy with it. Of course they were not &lt;em&gt;mou la la&lt;/em&gt; want to feed me as feeding a pig and then sell me with higher price la. That is because they knew that the thing I love most is eat, eat and eat. So when they think gift is no longer a better choice, they chose treat me a meal as present. Thanks for the meal, guys. I will never forget it. *my balance sheet suddenly got a lot of accrued liabilities &lt;em&gt;jor tim&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was dropped on Sunday, but I really feel it was just an ordinary Sunday eventhough it was my big day. I still washing dishes, vacuum my dad’s car, playing poker in Facebook, reading lecture note and listening to recoding, become driver of my younger sister, watching boring TV programme bla bla bla… When the time I was in the deep valley of boringness, my "liberators" msn me and ask me out. Where to go? &lt;em&gt;Makan&lt;/em&gt; la of course. After one and a half hour came back from eating in Station One, me and my family members went makan dinner. *Arghhh… &lt;em&gt;makan&lt;/em&gt; again. Almost get crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, my sister and brother planned to give me a surprise celebration by turn the lights off suddenly and at the same time a cake with lighten candle brought from kitchen after that. But the surprises all gone and turned to laughing non stop at the end, because I went to kitchen when the time they waiting the lights in dining room turned off. &lt;em&gt;Zha dao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222845382230591858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SHtGNAykyXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1Lb34N65gvM/s320/Image186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My siblings and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s count how much “present” I get this year:&lt;br /&gt;~Facial treatment at Zen&lt;br /&gt;~Dinner in Dragon-I Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;~Lunch in Nando’s&lt;br /&gt;~Lunch in McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;~Hi-Tea in Station One Café&lt;br /&gt;~Two slices of cake from Secret Recipe&lt;br /&gt;~Whole cake from King’s Confectionery&lt;br /&gt;~Dinner in TGI Fridays (Coming Soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized that Knox Leon &amp;amp; Vivienne Marcheline were same birthday with me, IF they were not born in western country, such as Franch. Dunno who the hell they are? Check it out with any search engine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-3524414452634626972?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3524414452634626972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=3524414452634626972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3524414452634626972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3524414452634626972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-day-of-2008.html' title='Big Day Of 2008'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SHtGNAykyXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1Lb34N65gvM/s72-c/Image186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-8252436590780409236</id><published>2008-06-30T04:01:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:21:05.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner + Supper in McDonald's</title><content type='html'>Time really pass by so fast. My eyes blink for several times only then my 2 weeks holiday coming to an end already and my class will be started from next week on. This &lt;em&gt;mai&lt;/em&gt; call “when got dunno appreciate, when gone &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt; only regret” &lt;em&gt;loh&lt;/em&gt;; make me feel that human being really &lt;em&gt;fan jin&lt;/em&gt; one. ~I mean most &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my friends in my group leaving one by one. Reasons may because of busy with working, study oversea, less communicate, quarrel, not trusting each others......................... From a lot suddenly cut into half, and from that half become quarter, then now left ⅛. Today I feel sad when I heard that Da Da wants go working in Melaka. Seriously said, I will less another one of my best friends. But then he is not stay there forever &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. If he does, I think Adelyn will cry like her small little cousin, Yang Yang. *&lt;em&gt;I can’t imagine what will Gallen react&lt;/em&gt;* How hard the process we all become SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO close with Da Da. Now there is a door to make us back to just SO close. I really hope I can crush the “door”. But then we are no one to ask him stay in KL, and do you think that is selfish to stop your best friend from having chance of extending his career, getting more experience and knowledge, learning how to be more independent, have a better boss, knowing more girls, improving his driving skills at narrow streets of Melaka and most important, his salary???? Definately!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s become the place we went most after Adelyn’s house. Okay, just put my diet plan a side while I can enjoy meal with my best friends. I dunno whether it is just a coincident or we all really &lt;em&gt;sam ling siong tong&lt;/em&gt;, we all ordered the same set of mcd. As usual, we order a medium set then get a free small fries by using the McDonald’s kids club card. We are not &lt;em&gt;si kui&lt;/em&gt;, but use smarter way to get free food since the food price is increasing nowadays. I think we are a bit &lt;em&gt;siao siao&lt;/em&gt; when 4 of us sitting on a same table. Maybe this call "&lt;em&gt;ci ci ngoi ngoi, cho mai yat toi&lt;/em&gt;". Some of the customers already used that kind of eyes and looking at us because of our action. You know why? Had you even see people &lt;em&gt;yum sing&lt;/em&gt; in mcd with thing other than drinks?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217400124065859346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGftxRYGRxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/28GobQqBqGk/s320/Image155.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Combination of 4 medium and small fries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217400129445777394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGftxlaxT_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/_rpHJZVZOpo/s320/Image157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yum Sing&lt;/em&gt;~~~ This one out jor la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217400136447174786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGftx_gCKII/AAAAAAAAAgM/runNNihpsfM/s320/Image158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This only popular right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217400138789276418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGftyIObywI/AAAAAAAAAgU/v5ccEwIj7s4/s320/Image159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Who say fried cannot &lt;em&gt;sing&lt;/em&gt; one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217400147961168594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGftyqZLwtI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3_F6auoHyuw/s320/Image153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adelyn is more enjoy to see me &lt;em&gt;lan&lt;/em&gt; cute rather than &lt;em&gt;lan&lt;/em&gt; cool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;************** FRIENDSHIP FOREVER **************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-8252436590780409236?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8252436590780409236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=8252436590780409236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/8252436590780409236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/8252436590780409236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/dinner-supper-in-mcdonalds.html' title='Dinner + Supper in McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGftxRYGRxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/28GobQqBqGk/s72-c/Image155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-4225220617089880747</id><published>2008-06-26T00:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T04:50:38.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit To Sunway Wildlife Zoo</title><content type='html'>Before exam, I’m excited to plan what I’m gonna to do after the exam. For example, shopping, watching movies, sleep as much as I can, jogging etc. After the exam, I think I only executed part of the plan. That is because I have limited time to do those things when the time exam is coming. But after the exam finished, I have A LOT of time till I do not know what I suppose to do first. I scare I have nothing to do anymore after I rush all my plans. But I can tell you all that what I did most is sleeping. My bed already complain to me that he has not enough time to rest cause I made him “working” all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy shopping during weekdays because I hate the place where crowded. But this after exam holidays became a nightmare for one of my friend, “Granny” Adelyn. Her cousins stay in her house for a mean time. Then how long it will be, I wouldn’t know. But what I know is that surely more than 1 year, or even longer. Due to the responsibility as a big sister, she has to take care of the youngest one, who only 3 years old before her mom come back from woke. Just because of this reason, I can’t go shopping with her and forced to sit at home. 1 minute for me, just like an hour!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a big mark in my calendar on 21st of June. IT IS AN OUTING DAY!!! Where to go? Sunway Wildlife Zoo la. I waited this more than a month already. Finally it was the day. Actually my job is to take care of the students of kindergarten instead of having joy. The day before the trip, Miss Principal asked me to sleep earlier so that I able to wake up on time on early morning. Of course I listened to her and went to bed on 2am. But the problems came……………………I not able to sleep. The reason is not because I feel excited but I really not used to sleep at such early hour. Thanks to stupid ACCA exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached kindergarten around 8am. The kids there seem so excited while already impatient to explore in the zoo. 6 of us who own responsibility to help the teachers look after the kids were yawning one after another in principle’s room. Seems I’m not the only one who not enough sleep. Some of students reach early, some of students taking their own sweet time and come over after done with their own business. After Miss Principle assigned each of us to the teacher we need to be followed, the bus finally arrived. Da Da, Kenneth, Adelyn and me was assigned to Group A while Gallen and Kian Yow to Group B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether the bus driver drove too fast or I too concentrate on watching the Tom &amp;amp; Jerry and forget how long the time was passed. We reach there around 9.30am but 10am only the business open. So the teachers bring the kids to toilet just in case they pee during the journey. There was other schools/kindergartens visit Sunway Wildlife Zoo on the same day. Plus that day was Saturday; a lot them who want to play in Sunway Lagoon also stand at the entrance, which mean there was &lt;em&gt;people mountain people sea&lt;/em&gt;. Even go to toilet also need to wait for around 15minutes. You can try imagining how long the queue was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215913322911894754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKliDdkDOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/l_5PI3UtEzs/s320/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Main Entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215913330470025602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKlifnj-YI/AAAAAAAAAew/8L24CXxDY3g/s320/02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Scariest Game in Sunway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once I stepped in the zoo area, stink smell keep going into my nose. I think that is the smell of the shit and urine of the animals, or maybe that is so call odour of the animals. We have no choice because we already paid RM36 each person for the ticket. Actually I dunno why the ticket is so expensive while there is nothing special, somemore not provide good services. I dunno the guide is new or lazy to open his mouth. He just stand in front of the animal and then briefly introduce its name to us. For example, “this is deer, this is sun bear, this is crocodile……” wtf, I can read the animals’ name myself by looking to the board outside the cage. I do not need him to teach us how to pronounce the words. To be a good guide, at least he needs to give us more information about the animals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215913332894726610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKliopp-dI/AAAAAAAAAe4/4_2YFY2sVHw/s320/03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little Leopard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215913341794180786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKljJzc3rI/AAAAAAAAAfA/W4qzQ9gKtJc/s320/07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ba Si Bai&lt;/em&gt; Peacock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215912518123707954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKkzNZG3jI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mNXzK70GOXo/s320/04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gallen's family - Parrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215912527323864418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKkzvqmHWI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0X9fJ3gEuM0/s320/05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smallest Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215912535794484786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKk0POJhjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Q6lTnlaUli8/s320/06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flamingo&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;makes me remember of Alice's Woderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215912550251305570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKk1FE7GmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/z24-kFrQyRk/s320/08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911782388850050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKkIYkP3YI/AAAAAAAAAdY/OFF9ZBbddvI/s320/09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crocodile + Snake = Blue-tongued Skink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911788009374322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKkItgSQnI/AAAAAAAAAdg/or7CTE7LnUs/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Biggest Egg in The World ~ Ostrich Egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911790091488386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKkI1QszII/AAAAAAAAAdo/64Xx8JqljQo/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iguana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911800851464498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKkJdWFATI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ZWPJellr1as/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bak Mei Ying Wong&lt;/em&gt;'s look Owl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911802876675970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKkJk47R4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/dOtfwncy0Sc/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Big Turtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911045414339378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKjdfH1QzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4KBEhMd0i9w/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adelyn and Da Da&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why da da looked like a foreigner from Myanmar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All visitors are not allowed to take water and food into the zoo and Sunway management promised to provide water, but the water was come late. All of the students and teachers sat under the hot sun for watching the parrot show and we were like&lt;em&gt; ikan masin&lt;/em&gt; dried under the hot sun. No water + no shelter + hot sun = desert. At the end Adelyn spent RM8 to buy 2 cups of drink and share with us. Thanks Adelyn~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finish walking around the zoo, we departed to a nearest McDonald's for our lunch. Food normally will be extremely nice when a person is hungry. Maybe I was hungry that time; I felt that the fries and the burger was the best ever in my life. I can feel the customers there can’t have a peaceful lunch as the Mcd was full of the kids’ noise. Many of them leave immediately from there once finished their meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911045654697554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKjdgBI1lI/AAAAAAAAAc4/5dYEjLZUFLg/s320/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911054942093634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKjeCnbQUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/9sUu7PzCJlw/s320/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(left to right) Davis,Da Da,Kian Yow, Adelyn, Gallen, Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the way back to kindergarten, the bus guide, Nicole Jie Jie ask some questions about the animals the kids saw in the zoo. Whoever able to answer the question, prize will be given. I can answer the question by closing one ear as all of the questions were easy, except one. The question is like this, “what is the name of animal that will die if we kok (ketuk in Malay) it 2 times.” I sweat a lot after I heard the answer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911063667735058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKjejHx-hI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AZ9p96Dz7P8/s320/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Lee and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215911070339999682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKje7-kp8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/vAnO-sRy8eE/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicole Jie Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6 of us exhausted after reach kindergarten. As the principal of kindergarten, Miss Lee needs to wait all the students leave there before we can go home. But the stupid parents not coming to fetch their son/daughter on time, and we waited more than half and hour before all the kids go home. Really &lt;em&gt;celaka punya&lt;/em&gt; parents, thinking kindergarten is same as day care centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I tired like hell, I so satisfy with it. Go somewhere walk walk better than sit at home fat mou lo. Thanks Miss Lee..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Huh? You all dunno the answer that Nicole Jie Jie asked? The answer is... crocodile. Why ar? because &lt;em&gt;kok kok&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt; la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-4225220617089880747?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4225220617089880747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=4225220617089880747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/4225220617089880747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/4225220617089880747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/visit-to-sunway-wildlife-zoo.html' title='Visit To Sunway Wildlife Zoo'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SGKliDdkDOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/l_5PI3UtEzs/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-3824124997737409470</id><published>2008-05-21T00:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:35:43.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack</title><content type='html'>These few weeks I really like a lazy snake which does not want to move at all. Since the day the last class ended, I seem not really open my notes and do revision. Once I open my notes, I feel sleepy after 15 minutes. This time really wait to fail already. I think this time I swear to eat one year &lt;em&gt;zai&lt;/em&gt; also not really useful. I become a half-vampire. I can hanging around till 5am, then only I go to sleep, and wake up at 12pm. Now my face full of pimples because of the pressure faced. I wonder whether angriness will become one of the main reasons that make my pimples growing non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things happened in these few weeks around me. I almost can’t believe that it was real. It is just like China people still on the mode for celebrating the coming Olympic in Beijing, and then earthquake happened suddenly in Si Chuan. My mode is similar to the people there – suddenly happy then suddenly turns to sad. But I had extent my sadness into angriness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I were still in secondary school, one of the Chinese teacher mention to me that people outside the world will not be same as the people I met in school. They will betray you because of desire to achieve something. In this case, they will try to do whatever they can in order to eliminate the threats from you. That time I looked at her and think in my heart, “cin sin meh you? Watch too much of Hong Kong drama liao la. You let them brainwash you already, soh poh.” After experienced the life in college, i felt her words quite correct, but not 100% correct. Now, I totally agree to that. Maybe the case I faced was not that kind serious, but the theory is there. In order to survive in that kind of competitive environment, maybe these techniques should be learned so that we can protect ourselves. BUT, this cannot applied to friends that really sincere to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship between friends might just like a mirror. Once you hurt them, there will be a crack. If you keep hurting them, then the crack will be bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SDL7bD9ozfI/AAAAAAAAAco/VPML8g5Vg10/s1600-h/blog04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202496961905217010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SDL7bD9ozfI/AAAAAAAAAco/VPML8g5Vg10/s320/blog04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What makes the crack become bigger and bigger? Let’s see……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202496953315282402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SDL7aj9ozeI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xvN_TP7u54Y/s320/blog03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is lies!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: I wonder why you build it so hardly, but at the end you want to destroy it yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-3824124997737409470?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3824124997737409470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=3824124997737409470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3824124997737409470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/3824124997737409470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/crack.html' title='Crack'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SDL7bD9ozfI/AAAAAAAAAco/VPML8g5Vg10/s72-c/blog04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-2156682244034563868</id><published>2008-04-30T18:41:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:40:12.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I or Shouldn't I??</title><content type='html'>Do you guys heard before the story of Washington when we were having moral lesson in primary school? Yeah, the one who cut his father’s favourite plant accidentally. The credit thing was, he willing to apologize to his father even he knew that his father is going to punish him. His father praised him due to his honesty and braveness to admit his fault instead of hang him up to a tree and chop his hands and legs one by one.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people don't like listening to lies. Ermm, probably there is. For example, when we want a waiter to take order from us in a restaurant. We &lt;strong&gt;NORMALLY&lt;/strong&gt; will say, “&lt;em&gt;leng zai&lt;/em&gt;, can take order for me a while?” I not guarantee that he didn’t spits on the foods and drinks that going to served on your table &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; you say, “ooi, &lt;em&gt;sei fei zai&lt;/em&gt;, see me sit so long also dunno &lt;em&gt;sing muk&lt;/em&gt; come and take order for me meh?” Of course, the key words is “&lt;em&gt;leng zai&lt;/em&gt;” &amp;amp; “&lt;em&gt;sei fei zai&lt;/em&gt;”. No matter how &lt;em&gt;yong sui&lt;/em&gt; the guy is, yet we still need to call him “&lt;em&gt;leng zai&lt;/em&gt;”. Although that is a lie, we have no choice but to do that. Other than a lie with good intention, I not find any other reason that one person love people lies to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out something that i shouln't know. Maybe we already be friend for a long time and I tell myself not to believe something that without proved or evidence, that is because I rather think that he is innocent rather than he is a cheater!! When the time I still covered under the coconut shell, I think I still can give myself a reason that it is not true. The God is fair, life is unfair. What I needed to know, I will know it someday. And, I finally knew about that this afternoon. I felt angry at the first time, but turn into disappointed after few minutes. Sometimes I just blame myself why I just don’t be a stupid guy and will not know what the truth behind until the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate, I have the sense that most of them may have. I wish to give you some advices: Your lies are full of loopholes!!! Probably 3 years old kids might believe it, but not for a 23 years old guy, for example, me!! Please don’t think everyone is stupid. They keep silent doesn’t means that they are accept to what you had said. Maybe sincerity can make you become more popular. Eventhought you didn’t hurt me because of the lies, I’m quite disappointed as you already not sincere to your friends. Maybe you feel nothing to tell a lie, but I mind people lies to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;more over you're my best friend and did that more than once to me!! If you still hope that our friendship can last longer, stop that stupid habits, or else, tell a perfect lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Please don't ask me who the hell he is.. I will not asnwer you...If you know that is you, don't ask me why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-2156682244034563868?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2156682244034563868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=2156682244034563868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/2156682244034563868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/2156682244034563868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2008/04/should-i-or-shouldnt-i.html' title='Should I or Shouldn&apos;t I??'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-7526449758600471025</id><published>2008-04-10T02:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:01:26.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotions</title><content type='html'>It is been a while since the last time I updated my blog. Maybe I become more selfish to share the things happened on me? *&lt;em&gt;then what I’m doing here? Suddenly become so generous?&lt;/em&gt;* No lah… I just have nothing special to share with you all. Or you all want me to write this in my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“today, I forgot to brush my teeth when I woke up, coz I was over-sleep... wear my cap, then go to college by bringing my bag and ‘fishing rod’ along, so that I can ‘fishing’ during class…*&lt;em&gt;I think bring snore controller is more suitable&lt;/em&gt;*… after class then took LRT back to home ---&gt; take bath ---&gt; dinner ---&gt; watch tv ---&gt; sleep…...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you all want this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“wah, constipation for 3 days jor, just now finally bomb they all out… now the ass hole still got a bit pain.. maybe the shit too hard already… lucky not bleeding.. I think it is time to drink more water and eat more fruit and vegetable liao.. Otherwise hor, my ass hole will hurt easily and the most important thing is, whole Happy Garden's residents will die due to suffocation when I &lt;em&gt;berkentut&lt;/em&gt;…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister went to national service programme at Sabah last 2 weeks. My home suddenly from a market become a library. “weeeeeeeeeeeeee……………...” “stupid housefly, can you just stop flying and let me sleep a while?” You can now imagine how talkative my sister is. Before that I feel that she make noise always. Now? I only can talk to my bobby who seems not interested to listen to me and the wall which cold and yellow a bit in colour. Therefore, I just go out and meet my friends before I become ci si. But then my mom scold me why I always not at home. Got over meh? I come back early in a day leh. 2am is early in a day, isn’t it? Lucky my sister can get her mobile phone back during the weekend, and she will make a miss call to me so that I call her back. Smart right? She even saved her sms credit. Of course I’m not that dumb. I used my house phone to call her. Now my dad complaint that the phone bill was so high. Of course loh, my mom call my sister’s handphone by thinking that Telekom Malaysia is owned by my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys heard about the promotion from Sushi King? Every plate of sushi at RM2!!! Of course, there are some terms and conditions. My friends and I purposely went Mid Valley just for the sushi. We decided to have a walk after the meal as my friends need to buy something. When we passed by a sports department, I saw something that really attractive..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a guess…. How much for the 3 things below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/R_5I8gVkUII/AAAAAAAAAb8/VfWWQp3Xxwk/s1600-h/CIMG1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187664025087135874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/R_5I8gVkUII/AAAAAAAAAb8/VfWWQp3Xxwk/s320/CIMG1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 pairs socks in a packet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/R_5I9QVkUJI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8fHuZiKDyvk/s1600-h/CIMG1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187664037972037778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/R_5I9QVkUJI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8fHuZiKDyvk/s320/CIMG1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoes bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/R_5I9gVkUKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/61RCpbhA1Is/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187664042267005090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/R_5I9gVkUKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/61RCpbhA1Is/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoes bag again (slightly bigger than the blue one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some hints:&lt;br /&gt;1. Socks – RM 49&lt;br /&gt;2. Shoes bag – RM39 (blue) and RM49 (red) respectively&lt;br /&gt;3. They are promotion items&lt;br /&gt;4. Bought in Jusco&lt;br /&gt;5. The goods are still new and stocks are still available for few more transactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM49&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; You are not dreaming. It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RM49&lt;/span&gt;. Here’s the evidence.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187665420951507122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/R_5KNwVkULI/AAAAAAAAAcU/KGoKjocQr6g/s320/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Unbelievable? believe it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: Sushi King promotion ended on 10th April 2008.. For the people who was interested, please come earlier next year. Remember to apply for the member card first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-7526449758600471025?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7526449758600471025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=7526449758600471025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/7526449758600471025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/7526449758600471025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2008/04/promotions.html' title='Promotions'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/R_5I8gVkUII/AAAAAAAAAb8/VfWWQp3Xxwk/s72-c/CIMG1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-1441530099881018841</id><published>2008-01-10T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:51:14.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008第一炮</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有人说"新屎坑，三日香"，本人真的有点认同。就像我的部落格一样，当开始写时还兴致勃勃的，并每星期都更新。现在?有点懒了。可能是因为没有技巧，所以每次都花上好几个小时来更新。最近遭到"投诉"了，所以今天特地挖点时间更新咯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新的一年了，我倒是没什么感觉。生活就像上一年似的，没什么变化。变化的可能只有身材。~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;又稍微胖了&lt;/span&gt;!! "哇，Khim Soon，你有胖掉了呢!" 这句已经变成了每次聚会的特定金句。我知道我胖了，还挺明显的那种，但不必每次都提可以吗？你们可以换句"真羡慕你有又高大又壮的身材"或"你变英俊了"的。我不是介意你们说我胖，我只是对如何有效地减肥有点困扰，当你一提起我胖，我就头痛了。别迫我吃那么多头痛药呐，这样会死人的。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153873419899656290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/R4Y8kapyWGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_3nsW-CFwCk/s320/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;聚餐时的大合照@Kim Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;除了本人的身材，一些朋友之间的相处也变了。可能是当局者迷；旁观者清咯，变的人是不容易承认他已变了。我是说性格上，不是外观上~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;不然我是不可能承认我胖了这个事实的&lt;/span&gt;。其实我也不懂这是好事还是坏事。好事是总算看清楚“恶魔” 的真面目，坏事则是友情就如一盘散沙。可能我们已进入成熟的思想阶段，脑海里面想的东西也不会像中五那样的单纯和幼稚，再加上新朋友的影响，要保持那样单纯和幼稚是不可能的，有时我宁愿人不要那么复查，因为复杂的人心很容易把事情演变成我不希望看到的结局。~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;我是巨蟹座的，比较喜欢大团员结局&lt;/span&gt;。口口声声说你就是当初的你，但我看到的，只有外壳是当初的罢了。~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;或许是我不了解当初的你吧&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上个星期跟朋友回家乡，就当作开学前到"外地"旅游并散散心咯。不想呆在家胡思乱想的，以免神经分裂。虽说如此，但脑袋仍在头颅里啊，要完全不想，除非可以任意拿出来放在冰橱啦。虽然关丹没有很多旅游的地方，但总算有很多美好的回忆和美味的食物，可以说是天天都夜宵~妈的，又重了2kg。他每个人家人都和蔼可亲的~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;有些不包括在内&lt;/span&gt;，有时几乎不当我是客人了...erm,有点像对家人的感觉了。别误会噢，我只是去过不少次，所以不会像第一次去那样客客气气的。当然，我也不客气地吃个不停。~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;神奇的是，他家人知道我叫什么名字的呐，不是开玩笑&lt;/span&gt;。虽然发生一些不愉快的事情，但也没完全另我的心情陷入谷底。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;踏入新的一年，希望上一年的衰事统统弹到十公里以外，也希望我身边的所有人都开开心心没烦恼。对未婚一族的我来说，现在最期待的当然是农历新年的到来咯。有红包收，有假放，有大餐吃，看来我的减肥计划又要延迟了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 顺便祈祷在新年期间出的成绩可以顺利过关。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-1441530099881018841?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1441530099881018841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=1441530099881018841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/1441530099881018841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/1441530099881018841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008第一炮'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/R4Y8kapyWGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_3nsW-CFwCk/s72-c/DSC00501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-4189940384413684206</id><published>2007-12-12T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:32:34.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah!! Exam was finally over!!! This semester was totally different from the last semester in June. Last semester I studied damn hard because of dun wan to fail the stupid Paper 2.4, which the new syllabus of it will be much more harder than the old one, and I was extremely lucky as I passed it with 50marks. But what happened was, this semester I feel no tension, no worry, relax and keep doing senseless stuff only. Until the last 2 week before exam, then only I feel a bit nervous (just &lt;strong&gt;A BIT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;nia&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;tiu mou&lt;/em&gt;)… Eh, this now happen to me only, but all my friends who are going to exam as well…maybe due to weather was not really good or too much protest event gua., or maybe lecturer are not pretty enough, so no heart to study… Aiya, go to have a plastic surgery la Ms Sheila... Your un-pretty-ness make the student no mood to study leh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last week before exam start, I began to &lt;em&gt;sot sot&lt;/em&gt; liao. For example, I accidentally send my audit tips to my lecturer,Mr. Haneef, who taught me another subject!! I typed the wrong email address la. No wonder my friend keep saying she didn’t get my mail. I wonder what is Mr. Haneef’s reaction when he open the mail I sent to him. Somemore, I wrote the subject big big: “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TIPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”.. He sure scratch his head and thinking since when he signed up for audit exam liao. Sorry ar Mr. Haneef… and please stop scratching your head liao.. I will not take responsibility if your head become bald..&lt;br /&gt;(*F8 -  &lt;em&gt;Audit and Assurance&lt;/em&gt; paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester I sat for my exam in Institute Professional Baitumal at Kampung Pandan. I begin to love sitting my exam there as the table provided is 50% bigger than TARC. Besides, the space between two candidates’ table and chair are bigger also and I was not restricted when I move my chair behind a bit. The first time I sat my exam here, the first time I saw strange event happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, one candidate went for wrong exam center. I really wish her good luck as she told by an invigilator that her exam center is at somewhere else by the time 2 minutes before the exam starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I saw a very stupid candidate. Candidates are required to fill in a registration sheet before exam start, to prove that they are attended for the exam. The registration sheet divided into 2 parts. The above part is to fill in the candidate’s ACCA registration number, table number and exam center’s code/name. Below part is 60 columns with 4 bubbles each, printed with the purpose for the paper which have multiple choice questions. For the paper which only has written questions, the registration sheet will be collected during the exam is conducting. The exam end at sharp 5pm. An invigilator found that a candidate who sit for paper with multiple choice questions did not shade any of the bubbles at all even candidates was told to answer the question in the sheet at the beginning of the exam. Lucky that stupid guy was given chance to shade it. Otherwise he will sat there 2 hours for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of exam and I finally free from hell. Just now only I realized that I didn’t update my blog more than one month. I needed to log in several times before I can enter into my blog account. It seems like showing its dissatisfaction to me. Ok lah, sorry lo.. Hmmm.. I think someone not update his blog for a long time as well since the day he steal my picture and post on his blog that time. Hey, it’s time to update your blog already!! Before exam, my head always think about what I want to do and where I want to go after exam. I’m like having so much plan to let me release the pressure of exam. BUT, when the moment the invigilator asked us to stop writing sharp at 5pm just now, what I thinking was I dun wan to execute the plan liao. I thought only girls will change their mind so fast, apparently, guys will do the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming soon. As usual, I will stay at home and listen to my neighbours screaming:”5,4,3,2,1… Merry Christmas!!!” This is the price of wanting freedom instead of a girlfriend. Anyway, wish you all merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-4189940384413684206?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4189940384413684206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=4189940384413684206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/4189940384413684206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/4189940384413684206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-6740714946269734045</id><published>2007-10-28T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:27:46.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>当怒气聚合时</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;近来不知怎么搞的，身边的人都发生一点小意外。不懂是我克到他们，还是命运的安排。就在开斋节前夕的晚上，我爸就一个不小心，在厕所里摔了一跤。多数的人就是不会以正确的方法来跌，以导致受伤。难以理解是吧？正确来说，人的在跌倒的一刹那，通常都会用手去顶住地面，以免"八月十五"给摔坏了，瘀了就不好看了嘛。~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;谁要看啦?!基本上没有人对屁股有兴趣吧?有兴趣的请别靠近我...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就是这样一顶，手腕的关节就出问题了。医生说是骨头稍微歪了，碎了一点儿之外，基本上就没什么大碍了。~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;神经病啊?不痛死就怪了!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;幸好他没昏倒，不然修门的费用也逃不了了。就这样奔波了一天，最后还是进了医院做了一个小手术，并留园观察一个晚上。当初还以为看铁打师傅就可以了，怎知当师傅研究了X光照后，我们才知道事情有多严重。~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;早知道就不用在铁打馆外头等两个小时啦,谁知道师傅哪么受欢迎的jeh....&lt;/span&gt;有件事还蛮奇怪的，我们怎么想也搞不清楚为什么我爸会同时刮伤鼻梁和耳尖leh?更奇怪的是，他自己也说不知道。这已变成一个迷了，除非有时光机咯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;向来的我都是报喜不报忧，自己的烦事为什么要那么多人一起为你而烦呢?~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;当然只限好朋友啦，不喜欢你的早就恨不得你快快死，还会理你烦恼些什么咩?&lt;/span&gt;幸好还有人关心我，虽然她口头上是骂我为何什么事都不和她说，还说既然我什么都不和她说，当她死时，她也不会告诉我~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;睬，大吉利事咩&lt;/span&gt;，实际上她还是关心我这个契哥的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当初我觉得我不应该利用部落格来发泄我的不满，始终我认为当人家看你部落格的时候，应该是以开心为结尾，而不是读了以后就气愤愤的(被写的人)，或一头雾水的(看不懂的人)，或笑嘻嘻的(幸灾乐祸的人)，又或者感到担心的(关心的人“上榜“时的人)。然而，当一些事情发生以后，令我实在是忍不住想借助部落格的力量来发泄之余，并破口向他大骂KNNCCB....Oops,小弟失礼了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最令我无法忍受的有几件事:&lt;br /&gt;1. 人家说我坏话&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;当然是无中生有，恶意地伤害那个咯。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 说我家人的不是&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;我不理你对我有什么仇，总之无论如何都不可说或骂到我家人，不然我真的会和你同归于尽。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 命令我&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;尤其比你更没能力的竟然命令你做这个那个，而且还用&lt;em&gt;lan si&lt;/em&gt; 的口吻，你会服气咩?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪件事让我那么生气?唉，还不是给人说我坏话咯。既然说了那是坏话，当然不是好东西啦，而且那根本就是诽谤，捏造事实，破坏我名誉嘛!诬蔑我的这个人还可以理所当然地对别人"哭诉"说我这样做不对，那样做太过分。但事情根本就没搞清楚嘛，就凭他自己的创意幻想和胡乱猜测，再加上他最喜爱的"听一半不听一半"的行为，就开始对听众(被迫的)滔滔不绝地"演讲"起来。Skyland的其中五位成员都无一幸免他的讽刺和批评，就连曾经帮助他的人都逃不过，这第六位成员还真够朋友啊!身为Skyland成员之一的我，我可说是五个之中最伤的一个了。这种人真令人发指啊，难道他从来没反省过他这么久以来的所作所为吗?!现在还恶人先告状，真是岂有此理!!你们来评评理，难道他与某人的私人恩怨不能自己解决吗?真所谓"解铃还需系铃人"，他还好意思投诉说没人愿意自动帮他。Ei,帮你是人情，不帮你是道理，更何况我们没有义务那样做咯。~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;我们不是童军或上帝，你找错人了，更何况你是自己活该的!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这里，我请那位先生记得一件事，在说别人不对的同时，首先想一想你有没有犯了"五十步笑一百"这个错误。有口说人，没口说自己，只会令人家更加讨厌你，憎恨你。反省吧!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;注：以上所说的不针对任何人，请别争着承认以为我在说你噢。如有雷同，纯熟巧合。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-6740714946269734045?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6740714946269734045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=6740714946269734045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/6740714946269734045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/6740714946269734045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_28.html' title='当怒气聚合时'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-5735059734648017241</id><published>2007-10-12T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:55:37.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation</title><content type='html'>"Knock knock knock....." "Oooi, wake up la..Send me to work ar.. I'm gonna late already!!!" Stupid elder sister making noise outside my bedroom, asking me fetch her to work. I looked at the clock...... celaka betul ni, baru 10.30am!!! Arhhhh.... No choice lo, who ask me know how to drive meh.. Reject her? You want me to become 18 pieces ar?! Then I fetch her to work with half awaken lo. Lucky I can came back safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, once being woke up already sure cannot fall asleep again. What can do? Do house keeping lo.. I always be the person who clean the house, but the rest must be the person who are "responsible" to "dirtify" the house. Somemore my younger sister claimed that her friend want to come over. Her sound like asking me to make sure the house is clean before her friend reach. Ooi, I'm your brother leh, not your maid!! Even maid aslo got salary, I did it for free one, what a cheap maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I planned to rest a while after cleaned the house, Adelyn sms me and told me that blood bank now in critical time, only 1500 packets of blood remaining. Then I blame her that she long time din not donate blood, that's why blood bank had not enough blood lo. Then she suggested to donate blood at Pusat Darah Negara. Eh, she is serious one leh. At first I thought she was kidding tim. I wonder what happen to the management. They thought they want to adopt Just In Time(JIT) meh. At the end, Shiew Wai became our driver. Just driver only, he is definitely not going to donate blood with us. Eh, donate blood is not as pain as you all thought ok? It’s just like bitten by mosquito only, and the mosquito is NEITHER like this…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120161307231239794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/Rw53lMY3vnI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9y7PP4eAgjo/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOR like this....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120161307231239810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/Rw53lMY3voI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gkZxYvc0LtM/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We reached Pusat Darah Negara around 1.30pm. Then we register by filling a form. After that we tested the iron level contained in our blood. When the nurse test Adelyn’s blood for second time, I already had a bad feeling that the iron in her blood was not reach the minimum level required. So? I was the only one who donate la. The one who asked me to donate sat at outside and chat at the end. Really sweat… I get a number and wait for my turn to check my blood pressure. After that I followed the directory and reached the room for donors. That is really big. I think there are more than 25 special chairs in that room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120161311526207122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/Rw53lcY3vpI/AAAAAAAAAbM/NZfuUdk65Oc/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The special chair allowed us to donate blood either left hand or right hand. If your left hand no blood come out, then can try right hand without changing the chair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120161311526207138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/Rw53lcY3vqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GbjUAb9ml-A/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The machine which will have "beep" sound to alert the nurse that the packet of blood was already 450ml.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120161083892940322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/Rw53YMY3viI/AAAAAAAAAaU/eChjUeKasFU/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a universal blood donor. Blue sticker is for O type, white for AB type, Yellow for B type, and red for A type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first I really thought the green sticker is just for a label. When I look it nearer, i saw this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120161083892940338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/Rw53YMY3vjI/AAAAAAAAAac/XpCg_33rRfg/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;RARE? What happen to my blood? I begin to feel worry why my blood was labeled "rare". Then I cin cai catch a nurse and ask for the reason. The nurse began to explain like an expert. She said: "there is something contained in your blood. But you no need to worry because this is a normal situation that grouped in the acceptable range. That means your blood is ok one, only need test the receiver blood before he/she can use your blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everybody feel curious what is the "something" that contained in my blood, I am not the exception one. But you know what answer I get? answer is "dun know".... Eh, I'm not diu gou lei mai... This was what she said:"actually I also dun know. This is so complicated and it is only understandable by doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ceh......" I'm sure you all have the same reaction as Shiew Wai and Adelyn when I told them about this. But the nurses there really polite. At least better than the nurses when I donate blood in TARC lo. Even just a simple "thank you", I really feel that what I had done was appreciated. After I rest for 10 minutes, I just get down from the chair and walked over to another side of the room. It is like a small cafe that allow the donor have a drink and some food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120161088187907650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/Rw53YcY3vkI/AAAAAAAAAak/-8EhpJ9jMG8/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The food and drink they served. Of course included some pill for regain the iron. Normally I'll throw it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We should feel happy after did a good thing. But I feel a bit regret to do so as my left hand was so pain. My left hand like already cacat liao!! Can't even grab thing well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120161092482874962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/Rw53YsY3vlI/AAAAAAAAAas/2-DXjLS-T38/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wound after donate blood~Day 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120161096777842274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/Rw53Y8Y3vmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/aYuREZo8uqU/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wound after donate blood~Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Cis, internal bleeding pula. Bengkak and pain somemore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eventhough sometimes will happen this kind of accident, but I never change my mind to stop donating blood every 3 months as there is so much benefits!! Who said receiver is the only beneficiary? For example, donating blood may reduce the risk of heart disease for men and stimulate the generation of red blood cells. Anecdotally, elderly people in good health have reported feeling invigorated by giving blood on a regular basis. (Sweat…..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really encourage people to donate blood as it is really can help others, and can benefit yourself at the same time. Especially guys… We do not have period like female. By donating blood, we can take out the “dirty” blood and “manufacture” the new one. Sounds nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become a qualified donor, following rules must be complied:&lt;br /&gt;1. You are in good health on the day you donate blood&lt;br /&gt;2. You are between 18-60 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your weight is above 45kg.&lt;br /&gt;4. You have more than 8 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5. You are free from any medical problems. E.g., high blood pressure, heart diseases, diabetes, migraine, flu, fever etc.&lt;br /&gt;6. You have not taken antibiotic recently.&lt;br /&gt;7. You have taken light meal before donating blood.&lt;br /&gt;8. You are not involving in any of the following activities: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(a) Homosexual relationship&lt;br /&gt;(b) Bisexual relationship&lt;br /&gt;(c) Multiple sexual partner&lt;br /&gt;(d) You have sexual contact with those mentioned above&lt;br /&gt;(e)Drug abuse&lt;br /&gt;9. Your last donation is more than 3 months ago&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/1176238300027981160-5735059734648017241?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5735059734648017241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=5735059734648017241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/5735059734648017241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/5735059734648017241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2007/10/knock-knock-knock.html' title='Blood Donation'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/Rw53lMY3vnI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9y7PP4eAgjo/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-2658117292660577183</id><published>2007-10-02T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:14:38.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>疯狂</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;看来我很久没更新我的部落格了，当看到人家每个都更新部落格时，真有点不甘愿。为什么不甘愿？我也不知道，给我两角半，我帮你去问神吧.....为什么两角半? Er..... 我又不是百科全书，哪知道那么多啊？！人家那么说，我也就跟了嘛。为什么那么没逻辑? Er..... 来人啊! 把这"问题"儿童给托走，顺便给我打五十大板!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好消息，我终于"开斋"了~&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;终于可以吃肉了!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;想当初真是凄惨，眼巴巴看着人家大口大口地吃东西，而自己只能大口大口地吞口水，真是不好受。就连美乃滋也不能吃(因为有蛋)，我真不懂现在的和尚和尼姑的生活有会多姿多彩到什么程度。幸好只是一个月，不然还真的觉得活着没什么意义。现在？什么狗屎垃圾都二话不说就摆进口了，理你好吃不好吃的，总之就要补回一个月没吃肉的份，反正有人说我的脸凹进去了，补回一点肉也不会太过分吧? 现在谁要找我吃东西? 本大爷绝对奉陪到底! &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;条件是：你付钱.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自从我“开斋”以后，我做了不少疯狂的事.....&lt;br /&gt;第一，我在四天内吃了三餐麦当劳!! 不懂是巧合，还是有人有心想捉弄我。尤其是Shiew Wai，一天到晚说Mcd,Mcd的，三餐里有两餐是他建议的(一餐是自找的)。真不懂要破口大骂:他妈的，还是我要对着镜子对镜子里面的人说: 你为什么那么馋嘴?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二，玩电脑游戏至早上五点!! 还是从晚上八点半起呢。坐到我开始觉得我的屁股已经不是我身上的一部分似的 ~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;麻痹到用刀刺下去都无知觉了&lt;/span&gt;。有些人觉得不以为然，但是我是一个好学生兼好孩子呐 ~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;开始听到有人扮咳嗽了哦&lt;/span&gt;，这样做似乎不是一个好学生兼好孩子该做的事。都是那个Calvin啦，引诱我去拿Gunbound里什么珍贵的avarta ~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;就来可以改姓“赖”了&lt;/span&gt;。而且还是用卑鄙的手段得到的tim，总之我只知道一个原本你射我我射你的刺激游戏，变成一个you jump, I jump的无聊游戏。Aiya，反正大家都这样做，我多正人君子也衬托不出他们的卑鄙无耻的啦，那我只好放弃咯。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;牛唔饮水，唔按得牛头低, 唔好讲得自己咁伟大&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三，半夜三更看恐怖戏。近来我姐不懂从哪借来的一堆DVD ~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;没错，是一堆，不是一叠&lt;/span&gt;，顿时我可以开始售卖DVD了。里面有各式各样的恐怖片，从粤语的到英文的，恐怖到色情的，僵尸到丧尸的，杀人狂到无头鬼的，懒惰鬼到咸色鬼的，统统都有，总之是眼花缭乱啦。选了一部封面看起来很好看，看到一半想睡觉，看到最后想用石头砸烂电视机的烂臭恐怖片。整部戏都不懂要表达些什么，只知道你追我我追你，有必要时就拿起武器互砍。妈的，不懂我是在看恐怖片还是黑社会打架片。当看完时，从开始吵着说要看的人，竟然在沙发上呼呼大睡!!! @#~%☆^&amp;amp;*()+△&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;再拉也没用啦，只有三个而已啦。Eh，三个对我来说已是很够疯狂了。失望？那你要我在街上裸奔然后把它录起来放在Youtube吗?! 我可不想有"溜鸟侠"这个称号，更不想有些人看了后觉得自卑或兴奋。还有，裸奔是犯法的! "鸟"这类东西还是别随便和别人分享比较好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说到分享，我想要与大家分享我可爱的堂弟跳舞的样子。以下这个是于彩排当天录下来的。虽然视觉和听觉都不是那么好，但总好过没有吧。敬请观赏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="373" height="325" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7fa240ffa566b82" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7fa240ffa566b82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329876543%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5916B6BF389CA080164B6C72135E605A7BBCF2C8.659D0B39978CD2E402872EFA76F0B659AEC20B7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7fa240ffa566b82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQyP955JzNnvd_jwhJakjA3VDKRk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="373" height="325" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7fa240ffa566b82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329876543%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5916B6BF389CA080164B6C72135E605A7BBCF2C8.659D0B39978CD2E402872EFA76F0B659AEC20B7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7fa240ffa566b82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQyP955JzNnvd_jwhJakjA3VDKRk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-2658117292660577183?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a7fa240ffa566b82&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2658117292660577183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=2658117292660577183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/2658117292660577183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/2658117292660577183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='疯狂'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-7018008684386521138</id><published>2007-09-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:47:53.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to say sorry to my blog reader who do not understand English as i posted Chinese blog few days ago. Sometimes it is hard for me to type my feeling in English. You all know la, I'm chinese educated, obviously my Chinese will be better. If you need translation, please click &lt;a href="http://world.altavista.com/tr"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Although it is talking bullshit after all, but then better than nothing mah. I think you can understand around 10% of the whole post. No need to rub your eyes, you have no eyesight problem. I tried that website already, the result came out is like shit!! If I'm not translating what i had wrote, i don't even know what it is fucking about.... It is better you ask someone who have chinese background to translate for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I read most of my friend's blog. I saw most of them posted about their life during primary and secondary school. Some of them even reported thier life since they was a baby. I don't know it is coincident or already takdir... I found pictures of mine which was taken when I'm still a innocent kid. Some of the pictures are funny, and this makes me decided to share with my friends. And at the same time I can show off how cute I was. Now I'm no longer a cute guy already.. haiz.. who ask me become a handsome guy liao leh? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Aiyo, give face a bit and stop vomiting ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think that I'm a lucky guy. My dad is the eldest son of my grandparents, and me is the eldest son of my parents. So, i'm the "&lt;em&gt;jiong zi dik siun&lt;/em&gt;",which means the first male child of a first male child in a family. Complicated? Ask your mom la. I don't know how to explain already. Conclusion is..... male grandchild la. Just because of this, my grandmom and aunties was so sayang me. For example, my name was given after a fortune teller counted my time of birth("&lt;em&gt;bat zi&lt;/em&gt;" in cantonese), i will have present in cash of RM50 during birthday, etc... And this not happen on the lesser lucky one, my elder and younger sister. Really &lt;em&gt;tong yan nge tong mang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, &lt;em&gt;fai wah siu gong&lt;/em&gt;, let's start the story about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvS58Y3vOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uix0Z6A0ItE/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913694714150114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvS58Y3vOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uix0Z6A0ItE/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also don't know who is this until my mom told me that it was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Really fat till can cut some part to cook &lt;em&gt;bat kut teh&lt;/em&gt; liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSqcY3vJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Z_UA4tloxZI/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913428426177682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSqcY3vJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Z_UA4tloxZI/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister and me, in my uncle's weeding dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why i worn like a waiter while my sister was like a princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913428426177698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSqcY3vKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zHFt1MX8E84/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not sure wheather I "banana addicted" or inimical with banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got one sure got two.. got two? Sure got no more left la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSqsY3vLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/a9FIRCqEAQ4/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913432721145010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSqsY3vLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/a9FIRCqEAQ4/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My lovely tricycle was sold to a "anneneh" liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But uncle Ford still available, wanna have a ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSqsY3vMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/T9Pb1o4DCcc/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913432721145026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSqsY3vMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/T9Pb1o4DCcc/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chew: "take off your hand, &lt;em&gt;ham sap lou&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont't you try to kiss me, &lt;em&gt;ham sap poh&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913432721145042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSqsY3vNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/q9q266xr_bc/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family photo taken at Genting Highland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah Yng? She was still in the form of sperm and ovam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSd8Y3vEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/gJShEYgt0Ik/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913213677812802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSd8Y3vEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/gJShEYgt0Ik/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who said I'm fat since I was small?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also got thin before leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913213677812818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSd8Y3vFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/11B73xe06VY/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chew Chew and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom want to wear our pants parallel to our nipples but she failed to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSeMY3vGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JiJOMfISZcU/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913217972780130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSeMY3vGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JiJOMfISZcU/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me at Padang Merdeka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I not able experience the feeling of stepping on the grass cause the barrier was too high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913222267747442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSecY3vHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Ey7pxzsYRKc/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My cousins and me during CNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think my younger sister was the cutest amongst them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course la.. took photo with SOME monster woh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSecY3vII/AAAAAAAAAU4/m9sCttQmV98/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913222267747458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSecY3vII/AAAAAAAAAU4/m9sCttQmV98/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During my sister's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My clothing was like going to sleeping or just woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSIMY3u_I/AAAAAAAAATw/IWCZmMuwLHQ/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912840015657970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSIMY3u_I/AAAAAAAAATw/IWCZmMuwLHQ/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A-Famosa... Trip to Melaka seems like wasting my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also don't like to see walls and cannon one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSIcY3vAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/I3S36bwgans/s1600-h/12.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912844310625282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSIcY3vAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/I3S36bwgans/s320/12.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the birtday party of Chew Chew and me..Dad and mom want to save cost ma... The person beside me was one of my best friend during primary school. Very unlucky we lost contact after we entered into secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114923173706972402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvbhsY3vPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/tjyK0VrHU1M/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912848605592610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSIsY3vCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ABEHEfxrLE4/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The time when we cut cake and blew candle before wishing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know whether the guy never cut cake before or never take picture before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He put so much effort and stand between us and hold the plastic knife with my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notice that my cake was bigger than my brother one? And do you notice only I have angpau? This is so called discrimination/bias/different between &lt;em&gt;jiong zi dik siun&lt;/em&gt; and his brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912852900559922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvSI8Y3vDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/L9uozhJLpu0/s320/14.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My younger sister's birthday party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I damn &lt;em&gt;nge song&lt;/em&gt; for being woke up by my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRy8Y3u6I/AAAAAAAAATI/m4OhifRa2Qk/s1600-h/14.3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912474943437730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRy8Y3u6I/AAAAAAAAATI/m4OhifRa2Qk/s320/14.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finish blowing candle hor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I go bank and sleep first. Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;start my study life when I was in 5 years old. I still remember that I was a dai ham sap when I'm still a kid. Everytime aslo cried like hell just because of small small thing. But this method really got affect woh, all the people aslo will feel sympathy to me and sayang me. If not why i use that method for several years ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This story ended at Standard 2.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One day, I scolded by one of my friend who cannot tolerate anymore. She used that pei si face and say: "you really memper-siasui-kan.. really useless.. know nothing except crying.." Since that day, I swear to myself that i won't simply drop tear anymore. And i finally realised the side effect after few years............ I became cold blood liao. I dun even have feeling when watching a drama which have a extreamly sad story. The female family members used the tisu like her father is producing tisu paper or having a business of specialised in selling tisu paper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The time when I was in kindergarten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRzMY3u7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/CWWVd_kAYOQ/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912479238405042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRzMY3u7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/CWWVd_kAYOQ/s320/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Graduation photo. That time I dun even know why they want to take my picture. I thought they gonna send my picture to model company.. makes me cannot sleep well for few nights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRzcY3u8I/AAAAAAAAATY/5ZOyAwMkUxY/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912483533372354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRzcY3u8I/AAAAAAAAATY/5ZOyAwMkUxY/s320/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My stingy father bought me a simple and small cake during celebration of my birthday in kindergarten. Lucky I had fought for that.. Otherwise what I'm cutting was swiss roll liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRzcY3u9I/AAAAAAAAATg/_spOMQgWIRk/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912483533372370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRzcY3u9I/AAAAAAAAATg/_spOMQgWIRk/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The birthday stars taking photo together. Do you notice the little monster standing beside me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was Khian Foo.. And Alex was standing at the last row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912487828339682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRzsY3u-I/AAAAAAAAATo/VIdbp-Ij31Q/s320/19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sijil berhenti tadika yang kurang bernilai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As other students, I entered primary school in 7 years old. I still remember that how my parent brought me into the class:&lt;br /&gt;When I first day went to kindergarten:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My dad bring me to a seat and then say bye bye to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I first day went to primary school:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My mom stood outside the class and asked me go in myslef. After that say bye bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I first day went to secondary school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My dad's car parked at opposite the school and ask me go in myself. This time no bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRa8Y3u1I/AAAAAAAAASg/FCGNeahP7OM/s1600-h/p4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912062626577234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRa8Y3u1I/AAAAAAAAASg/FCGNeahP7OM/s320/p4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Class photo in Standard 1. The class which get the award of "dirtiest class" for 35 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRbMY3u2I/AAAAAAAAASo/mCLcmAdspZo/s1600-h/p5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912066921544546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRbMY3u2I/AAAAAAAAASo/mCLcmAdspZo/s320/p5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Class photo in Standard 3. The youngest class in morning session and get the award of "cleanest class" for 35 weeks. Really regret to enter this class.. Because all the student in this class was pandai-pandai belaka.. I totally cannot compete and only can get 47/50 in the kedudukan. Sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time passed so fast and I was already in secondary school....&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRbcY3u3I/AAAAAAAAASw/sUWe8P5HmGM/s1600-h/p6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912071216511858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRbcY3u3I/AAAAAAAAASw/sUWe8P5HmGM/s320/p6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During Form 3.. Nothing to comment about.. Just want to tell my class teacher: "sei ham sap lou, balik kampung tanam jagung la!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRbcY3u4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zkjQGEXpLMM/s1600-h/p7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912071216511874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRbcY3u4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zkjQGEXpLMM/s320/p7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Final year in secondary school.. I seems like half awaken like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My first and second job during Form 4 holiday and after SPM respectively was at Aktif Lifestyle Store which is not longer exist liao..Why? Gulung tikar liao la.. Everyday kena cursed by the us when passby outside the building, no matter how good business aslo no use la.~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You believe it ar? If we have such power, I already passed all my ACCA papers la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912075511479186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvRbsY3u5I/AAAAAAAAATA/KaOwj347CQo/s320/p8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lady in green colour T-shirt was our assistant manager. She was totally a different person during and after working hour. Damn scary when saw her in the shopping floor.. She changed from a lion to a cat after working hour. If she is good friend of you after working hour, don't think you will safe when you did something wrong in front of her. She will definitely no gice face and scold you in front of thousand of customers and staffs. (Note: her voice was loud enough untill the whole Plaza OUG can heard it even she didn't use microphone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I wonder sometime is, am I from SMK Desa Perdana or SMK Sri Sentosa? You know why I think like that? Because my close friends now are all from SMK Sri Sentosa. I'm like a Alien when go out with them. But this group of "human from the Earth" treating me so good!! Nevertheless, I will aslo never forget the friends of mine in my secondary school who also treating me as good as the "human from the Earth"... Wish friendship forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: I realised I'm not that cold blooded. I felt so sad when my grandpa passed away.. I thought I can tahan the tears.. but at the end, I failed to do so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-7018008684386521138?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7018008684386521138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=7018008684386521138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/7018008684386521138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/7018008684386521138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-would-like-to-say-sorry-to-my-blog.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RvvS58Y3vOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uix0Z6A0ItE/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-5916602274207593617</id><published>2007-09-14T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:15:54.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好消息与坏消息</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;近来觉得时间过得还真快，起床没多久太阳就下山了。啊，真是光阴似箭，夕阳无限好呀! 好好好，好个屁啦，是起床比较晚一点啦!!每天晚上温习到半夜三更，还要七早八早起床，当我是机械人还是神仙啊?不过我跟神就快没什么分别了，反正一天内给人诅咒就来坐神台三次，我是不是人都无所谓了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期四是我最难受的一天，因为我必需早上十点前到学院，上课上到晚上十点才回到家。再加上现在于斋戒当中，午餐和晚餐都是用面包或饼干来解决，吃到我的口又干又淡。当看着人家大口大口地咬着汉堡和薯条，不禁直流口水，但也只能把我自己带来的烂臭面包，边吃边想像自己好像在吃汉堡咯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天又是星期四，艰难的一天又开始了。讨厌的闹钟把我和周小姐的约会终止了。心里多不甘愿也没用啊，谁叫我的闹钟是我的手机"充当"的，我才不愿意把我的宝贝丢出门外。看你笑得那么淫，我就知道你想歪了，此宝贝不同彼宝贝。彼宝贝有如万能胶似紧一紧地黏着我，那会舍得离开我呐? (18SX，小孩子请回避!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;起床后，该死的眼睛怎样也张不大，只好去洗个澡来咯。正当我冲完凉，把门打开时，我妈已坐在冲凉房外的沙发上了。这时，我妈不懂是扮傻还是真的不知道我等一下要去上课，竟然问我要去哪里。当我跟她说我等一下要去上课时，她便开始从歪题进入正题了....&lt;br /&gt;"Ceh,去上课罢了是吗?我还以为去拍拖呢"妈说。哇，我哪来的女朋友啊?!还是她已当了周小姐是她未来媳妇了?我妈是否想喝媳妇茶想到傻了?等我还未开口答辩，她的机关枪又出击了.....&lt;br /&gt;"没女孩子追你meh? ” ~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;有就要接受的meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"有人暗恋你没有?" ~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你都说明暗恋了，我哪知道啊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"你没有去追女孩子meh?” ~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;有没有追女孩子需要直击报导么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"你有没有喜欢过女子啊?" ~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我可以原谅你在"喜欢过" 和"女子" 之间少了"哪个"两个字&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无可奈何嘛，只回答"没有啊，没有啊" 来敷衍她咯。但是她还是穷追不舍，并重复了她最后一个问题。这时我心里想我妈是否要婉转地问我是不是搞断背了。然而，我也明白为什么她会这样问，毕竟我22岁了还是单身，难免她会怀疑的。这时我当然安慰我妈，说我有女朋友了一定带回来的给她看看的。但是，事实上妈有那种想法，还是我把事情复杂化了?这还是一个迷..... 我没有侦探精神?难道你要我问她是否怀疑我是gay吗? 这样会把事情极度复杂化，懂吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在去学院的路途中，我突然想起那天有个朋友也是这样问我。那时候她在电话的另一边比我妈直接100倍。她问我有没有喜欢或暗恋过女生，就算我是喜欢或暗恋过男生，她也不会看不起我。我顿时的反应是：他妈的，要八卦也不必那样问我吧?!到盖了电话后我才发觉她是否怀疑我搞断背啊.... 天啊!这是凑巧还是我脸上有刻了"我搞断背"四个大字啊?!我还笨到拿镜子来照，真死蠢.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发生这些事，我只可以用两个字来形容我的心情.....&lt;br /&gt;"倒霉"?错&lt;br /&gt;"愤怒"?又错&lt;br /&gt;"接受"?去死啦，错错错错错错&lt;br /&gt;是"开心".....因为起码还有人关心我嘛。试问你完全不关心的人，你才懒得管他爱上了人妖还是禽兽呢.....我觉得我现在的生活没什么不好嘛，起码我自由自在，不受另一半的约束，也可以专心地读书，最多我答应你们，家人第一，朋友第二，女朋友第三咯,满意了吧?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: 我不懂为什么在每一年新年的团圆饭上一定有人问我有了女朋友没。我有了我不会立刻派人发皇榜告知天下meh?!我不嫌你们烦，你们也该问到sien了吧....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-5916602274207593617?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5916602274207593617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=5916602274207593617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/5916602274207593617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/5916602274207593617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_13.html' title='好消息与坏消息'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-4224251908126560473</id><published>2007-09-10T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:58:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newcomer In My House</title><content type='html'>♪ Oh you don’t mean nothing at all to me Oh you don’t mean nothing at all to me.....♪ Stupid Nelly Furtado woke me up in the "early" morning. I was still thinking who is the senseless person was calling my handphone. It was my dad. I'm sure that he &lt;em&gt;mou hou dai hit&lt;/em&gt; if he call me at this time. Of course, it was same as what i expected. He ORDER me to wake up immediately and told me that he will reach in 10 minutes. Then i asked why. "Come and help me to carry thing" he said. At this time, I scold bad words to him...... Of course, scold in my own heart. I'm not that stupid to raise a war with the captain commander/source of living. Otherwise you are the one who suffer. Aiya, I know i &lt;em&gt;mou guat hei&lt;/em&gt;, but human being is like that one la. Dun tell me you want to fight against the money. I'm sure you have a higher chance to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my dad's car was reach at the gate, I saw my aunty was in the car too. I feel wonder what is going to happen later. At that point, my dectective mind begin to analysis the possible event that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;24%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;58%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;72%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;100% Analysis was completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis Report will be the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. They are planning to sell me at Petaling street (0%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;stand whole day aslo nobody want to buy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They want treat me lunch (20%)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;treat me eat dragon meat aslo no use la. I eat &lt;em&gt;zai&lt;/em&gt; for 1 month leh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They want transfer all their property to me (0.5%)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;man man den&lt;/em&gt; la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They want me to help to carry thing (100%)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the possibilities still floating in my mind, we reach the destination already. It is Standard Charted building, my aunty's working place. Then above my head appeared a million of question marks. Carry thing in Standard Charted building? Wah, this time fat dat la.. Maybe is money!!! Eh, want dreaming please go home and sleep first. Thank you for your co-operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed my aunty to 17th floor. I damn enjoy for taking the lift as the lift is so high-tech. I got a feeling not to come out from the lift at the moment the lift door was opened. Ya la, I know I like a &lt;em&gt;sam bah lou&lt;/em&gt; la. Cannot meh? The security system is damn good until my aunty need to scan her card non stop only we reach to the office. I was brought to a room and my aunty point her finger to a......... a.........a........ thing...... Excuse me, it was fully cover by plastic. How i'm gonna to judge what it is huh?! Without asking further, i tried to carry that "thing". The "thing" is not so heavy only, but DAMN heavy. A staff came in with a trolley. Then we carried this "thing" to my dad's car. Again, we passed the non stop card scanning process. Maybe that time i still haven't totally awaken, plus feel &lt;em&gt;nge song&lt;/em&gt; for being waken up such early, therefore i never ask what is the thing inside. And they seems to not planning to tell me also. Finally, I reach my home. The "thing" was put at my house.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RuRLu6ZzNQI/AAAAAAAAADo/QHMf3dUAra8/s1600-h/CIMG1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108291146668520706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RuRLu6ZzNQI/AAAAAAAAADo/QHMf3dUAra8/s320/CIMG1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The "Thing" ~ looks like washing machine from this angle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108291168143357234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RuRLwKZzNTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LbzJvYtDkOs/s320/CIMG1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Side view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RuRLvqZzNSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3QsX7n2UXk4/s1600-h/CIMG1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108291159553422626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RuRLvqZzNSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3QsX7n2UXk4/s320/CIMG1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you able to guess what is inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally i know what is inside after i saw this lable:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108291146668520722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RuRLu6ZzNRI/AAAAAAAAADw/-Zz4agV5iQs/s320/CIMG1087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LORENZO!! A brand of furniture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I tear the plastic and saw this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108291172438324546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RuRLwaZzNUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v2nNVf3nttA/s320/CIMG1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108292052906620242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RuRMjqZzNVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PH02Nfh2dHU/s320/CIMG1104.JPG" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A brand new sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The sofa is damn nice, no matter it is from point of view of its looking or the feeling sitting on it. Then i start planning where to put this so that I can show off a bit. After I move the furniture in my living room here and there, I decided to put it beside my house phone. Why? Of course want comfortable when talking on phone lo. I feel so sayang cause cannot use it as my computer chair. But then i realised that why my living room suddenly looked like so weird. And I found the weird part..............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Matching Problem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You can try to imagine when the new sofa want to match with the old one, it is impossible it look nice because...........my sofa set that my dad bought 10 years ago is like this....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108292057201587554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RuRMj6ZzNWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Stp1DR9YgLE/s320/CIMG1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You judge la. Match meh? If your answer is yes, i think it is time you go to see doctor already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-4224251908126560473?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4224251908126560473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=4224251908126560473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/4224251908126560473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/4224251908126560473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2007/09/newcomer-in-my-house.html' title='Newcomer In My House'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OIKOLVESci4/RuRLu6ZzNQI/AAAAAAAAADo/QHMf3dUAra8/s72-c/CIMG1081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176238300027981160.post-9134895822192369167</id><published>2007-09-04T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:49:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>开始了啦！！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;终于踏出我写部落格的第一步了，如果写得不好，请不要吐口水好吗? 不要?! 我是为你的电脑萤幕着想呐，爆炸了可不管我的事吖，是你自作自受的。想当初还“屎”(读"sai") 别人写部落格无聊，像大便，还要讲像牛大便tim..... 我看我需要收回那句话，并在此说一声对不起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于开学了!!!这个假期真真真真真真长，等开学到我发霉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;今天是开学的第十天了，才让我发现原来开学了也不是一番好滋味，我可是上一整天的课吖。持续几天这样，不死都半条人命了。累的不是身体，而是脑筋。三天之内塞进两个月的课程，使我疲累不堪。就因为是catch up class,讲师的速度就像子弹火车一般，如果没录起来，我看这个十二月我就要交白卷了。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这次的课, 我的班有点特别。怎样特别? 猜猜看.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同学都是美女? 不是&lt;br /&gt;老师都是美女? 不是&lt;br /&gt;老师和同学都是妖怪? 不是啦!! Sot的都知道我身边布满妖怪啦，老师和同学都是妖怪又有什么特别的?! (嘿嘿....我只是加点娱乐性，让你们没有那么闷嘛)&lt;br /&gt;是......&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;是有Adelyn陪我上课啦。不够特别meh? 我还是觉得比"老师和同学都是妖怪" 还来得特别呢。虽然有逃课记录，但有人陪上课，总好过像以前孤伶伶一个人嘛。另外还有一堆好朋友陪呢，这次再也不会嫌无聊了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天没有上课，可是必须温习，真命苦啊!!!(说是温习，可能又去走街的，看看有没有人约我咯) 谁叫我要等到成绩出了才报名?。还要大声说及格两科后就要吃斋一个月，这次真的是自己拿来的。幸好没说要剃光头,不然就变成光头佬了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1176238300027981160-9134895822192369167?l=khimsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9134895822192369167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1176238300027981160&amp;postID=9134895822192369167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/9134895822192369167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1176238300027981160/posts/default/9134895822192369167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khimsoon.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='开始了啦！！'/><author><name>Davis™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906566783968957256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIKOLVESci4/SxbLEwgIeWI/AAAAAAAAAto/RzdtAo_3Qjo/S220/Image650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
