<?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-3727645967958647426</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:20:29.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blinded in the night</title><subtitle type='html'>scene and heard. all around me. anyone who bothers. the simple-minded trying too hard. the dumb yet punny fella. sociable yet introverted. how contradicting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3547031535083030803</id><published>2009-08-07T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:08:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 44th S'pore</title><content type='html'>well, it's been another year for Singapore since its independence eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i would say that this year's national day is a whole new experience. apart from the fact that i managed to jump on the stage of the floating platform and enter the command center for the parade, i am in fact for the first time, going on a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i am no performer for the parade, i was there to cover a NDP-centric story, which is another whole new experience for me in my 20 years of walking the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are why my national day this year seems different. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounding damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;, going overseas is a long-time dream since my last trip to dunno where, dunno when. dots. thus, this long weekend is going to be put to good use! a short getaway at the very least to take my mind off stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3547031535083030803?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3547031535083030803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3547031535083030803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-44th-spore.html' title='happy 44th S&apos;pore'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3643598877291586384</id><published>2009-07-08T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:10:20.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uniquely singapore indeed.</title><content type='html'>Singapore is definitely unique in its very own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although people get all excited over the array of food we have here, it just seem the same to me everywhere. okies, maybe i am no fan of the hot and stuffy food markets so i don't get to taste these awesome food everyone talks about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the food, Singapore has...nothing else? seriously, what can you do in Singapore? other than the shopping, which ain't cheap at all and the meant-for-tourists landmarks, Singapore has limited activities for its very own inhabitants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even shopping is getting tougher as i grow up. being more brand selective and all, growing up has made me realise the ideology behind quality versus money. although there are price tags that differs like heaven and earth, but it comes clear once you try the product out or feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't till one fateful day when my friend told me that Mango, not the fruit of course, but the fashion line famous for it's "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up-tp-70%&lt;/span&gt;" sale, has its very own fashion line for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it has been some time there, but i have never noticed or seen it anywhere. intending to hunt it down soon, it occurred to me that guys have really nothing to shop at, what with all the typical topman, zara and celio, which are not relatively cheap, we do not have much to choose from. okies, not including Bugis street as a destination at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the new malls popping up like some disease, with orchard seeing three new additions, it seems as if Singapore is making a very huge investment to  improve expenditure hur? however, a trip down to Iluma, Bugis, kind of sent away all my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, why are there so many "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;" shops there? shops like D&amp;amp;C (sound familiar?)? i should not go further, but that was no mistake in spelling, neither was it a mistake i saw even though i was blind. i got confirmation for that alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iluma was a big disappointment. apart from the HUGE cinema they have, it is pretty "empty" i would say. there are authentic nice shops in there, but the bulk of it seems unappealing. to put it crudely, the mall seems like a re-invention of it's neighbour, Bugis Street. just that it's more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt;? seriously, the interior of it ain't any better than it's cotton wool concept architecture, which i thought looks kind of cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, Singapore is still my home right? i am still glad that coffee joints are still available &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt; and wireless connection is the bomb. i love Singapore, at least for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3643598877291586384?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3643598877291586384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3643598877291586384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/uniquely-singapore-indeed.html' title='uniquely singapore indeed.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-2369534963575640565</id><published>2009-06-21T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:01:11.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once a year: the dad's day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sad to say, i have to confess first that it is until this year, when i am 20, that i finally realise that i have been taking the wrong day as father's day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have always thought that father's day is the second sunday, just like mother's day, but it has always been the third sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;how dumb of me eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, as usual, this year's celebration wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. unless you call three tables (that fit an avg of 9 people) a small gathering? haha. not the case for most i guess. aunties, uncles and grandma/dad came along, so it was kinda HUGE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, father's day is just another day for economic boom (in a small bit la hur?) to me. but, i still love the food we get to devour: my swensen's ice-cream cake this time round. haha. although it's not that savory, but it was shiok enough la. adding in the fact that the sun seems to be always there, even the night seems humid and damn stuffy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was an off-day from teaching piano (hoorays!!) so it was spent carrying out our plans for father's day and also just slacking with my Sims3. oh, i forgot to mention the 2 hours of jamming, with guitar hero. haha. for one who has never played drums and guitar proper, it is quite the good game to test your co-ordination skills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;after 2 months? or so, i would say that routine jobs are really boring, but i do find my internship rather..interesting? haha. i love events man. great fun and excuses to go out of the office! i love working on the go. waha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kudos to tomorrow! sis first day too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-2369534963575640565?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2369534963575640565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2369534963575640565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-year-dads-day.html' title='once a year: the dad&apos;s day.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-2034628112170925480</id><published>2009-06-17T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:02:35.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>murphy's law, as always</title><content type='html'>just when you don't expect it most, it happens. sounds familiar to everyone i guess? i think i might have posted something similar before, but this time round, it really has brought about a pro-longed cold war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups, WWIII (or rather HHW--household war?) broke out within the household just slightly more than a week ago. well, no elaboration so as to not repeat the usual child argues with parents story that goes on everywhere in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i witnessed the prowess murphy possessed. sis, who was supposed to start work yesterday, which is also half the reason that spoilt her plan to fly over to Copenhagen, ended up starting only next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to some H1N1 suspecting, her office place was shut down to clarify stuff. her trip could have been possible, but it all had to happen only when it was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. when will murphy stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis is the dragon fully transformed now..an insider joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-2034628112170925480?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2034628112170925480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2034628112170925480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/murphys-law-as-always.html' title='murphy&apos;s law, as always'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5779797340443418430</id><published>2009-06-16T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:27:01.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day 'Konrad Foo' goes online</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, it is not literally the day i start using the internet, but it's the day my name appears on the internet. or rather, my whole full name being on the world wide web. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;never in my life was i able to search for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; or someone called 'Konrad Foo' and yield potential and credible results. however, after joining CBS interactive, for my internship, my name miraculously appeared on the internet?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;although not miraculously since they were stories published by me (with lots of help and words of advice from my editors and colleagues). It is just the fact that i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'searchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;am i basking in the lime light? haha. pada-da-da-da. i'm lovin' it. dots. i am kinda scared of it though, but on a side note, who the hell knows me? i'm just oh-that-Konrad-with-the-byline still (byline is the term used when you are the author of the story posted).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, will i be fired by saying this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;although i have never taken a liking to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;journalistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; world, i would say this internship so far has made some changes in that mindset. despite starting to like it, but i don't see my self in this line in future. haha. another potential termination reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but today's experience at the IT trade show is an eye-opener. a true eye-opener. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so far so good. no bad remarks at the very least. hoping that this post wouldn't bring any unwanted calls from my lecturer or editor though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tomorrow will be the second day at the show! shutterbug i will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pada-da-da-da. i'm lovin' it. (will i violate copyright laws with this? i want to eat fries still...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just to be irritating, but this is the second post from my Macbook! dots. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3727645967958647426-5779797340443418430?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5779797340443418430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5779797340443418430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-konrad-foo-goes-online.html' title='the day &apos;Konrad Foo&apos; goes online'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-6668583896036861335</id><published>2009-06-13T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:33:50.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come back post...again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;where do i begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;To tell the story of how great a love can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sweet love story that is older than the sea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The simple truth about the love she brings to me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do I start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i seriously have no idea where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. how boring of me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has happened since the last post! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Friday flings"&lt;/span&gt;, internship stories, on-campus session for SIP, GSS, PC show (ending tomorrow), shopping days, money spent (lots of it) and of course my proud announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SjM1SVPwayI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qwEB5qPnzQs/s1600-h/IMG_3379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SjM1SVPwayI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qwEB5qPnzQs/s320/IMG_3379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346675771676060450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my very own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, by right, i should not be that happy since i actually got myself the old model of an Apple macbook. If you didn't know, Apple has recently changed its line of macbooks. Instead of keeping the still-rather-new aluminium macbooks, they decided to change all of them to macbook pros. the line of higher end macbooks which use to be 15 to 17 inches in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i was never a fan of the new macbook as i didn't like their shift away from the well-known white-ish macbooks they are known for. thus explains my decision to get this macbook instead. furthermore, it was cheaper and although not as powerful as the new macbooks, but it's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this macbook purchase is actually the latest news, literally just on Thursday?! PC show la... it would be pandemic if someone was to report having swine flu there. HAHA. touch wood eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it is uber crowded with humans. escalators were spoilt too. first-hand experience somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, i have the money to spend during this spending spree of the year! what with GSS and PC show. how can one not spend right? if it's not on both it would definitely be either one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GSS wasn't as impressive, neither was the PC show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good. but, GSS still made me buy new stuff for my wardrobe mostly. Pedro shoes, jeans, shirts but sadly not alot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taka was having some toy sale and my god-like gundam mobile suit was there! on sale! a usual price of 600 bucks was cut to 400 bucks! how cool is that right?! but too bad, my macbook had priority...but i'm glad with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, some good buy among the not-so-worth-it ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, don't expect a short come back post like before this time round! i have a never-ending supply of saliva...sounds a little gross though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, remember my adoration of coffee? it has just been promoted to the level of obsession. i am now addicted to coffee, i would daresay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooooo (and the 'O's never ends) addicted to that caffeine-filled drink. everyday at list two cups of it? like 275 ml ind of cup? but i'm loving it. haha. 1. it keeps me awake, or rather wake me up from my concussion-like state in the morning. 2. it refreshes my brain when in need of ideas and ways to write my news article at work. 3. the intoxicating smell is just GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. tat's how obsessed i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my usual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Friday flings"&lt;/span&gt; with my buddies from school, it has been going well but sad to say one's gone to the army, one's troubled while the rest are just shagged. maybe we need a meet-up every Friday instead? Guo's house is...as great as ever. (refer to my 31st floor dream post...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my "touching" of the new macbook. can't get enough of it you know? the beginning excitement one have for everything new? haha. maybe it's just me. i wanted to use the word "molestation", but it sounds &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wrong with no doubts nor second thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-6668583896036861335?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6668583896036861335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6668583896036861335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-back-postagain.html' title='come back post...again...'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SjM1SVPwayI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qwEB5qPnzQs/s72-c/IMG_3379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-8013613958605321705</id><published>2009-05-06T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:20:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car trips in the mornings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;every morning, dad would fetch me and mum either to Tampines MRT or we will follow him to Vivo to catch the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Vivo? cause dad's working at our oh-quite-famous Sentosa. the IR that is in the midst of sand and columns. mum and me wil hop on the train there and follow the purple (North-East) line to Dhoby, where we will change to the red (North-South) line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, enough explanation. boring shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me real long to get back here and blog. been kinda busy and also restrained to do such mundane and useless stuff (to the company) while at work. reaching home after work means SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that cannot change during this 6 months would definitely be my sleeping ability. i am SO deprived of sleep. seriously, waking up every day at 7 (snoozes till 7 20 usually) is a killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i am getting more used to this lifestyle now, it is still a torture to wake up and bathe with my eyes close. i actually bruised myself. (walked into the door frame of the toilet) how stupid?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways life has been like..a dying person's heartbeat. haha. yea, monotonous and beeping only once in a (long) while. not that i have nothing to do, but i would say that the routine 9-5 30 life is getting to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i fail intern because of this?......i certainly hope not. i did not flame or scold or complain or anything did i? about the company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i am contented with what i have, as in internship. never am i contented with what i have..haha..materialistic me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i only have one goal for this internship! my brand new Macbook White! i am going to snag that gizmo when the price is cheapest! IT fair is here soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IT IT IT IT IT..everything around me is IT! IT news, IT business, IT developments. tsk tsk. i might come to hat it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i got myself an iPhone! or rather, i owe my dad for it. i was using the original US iPhone (i won't get caught will i?) but i recently got the white one! woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkz. short one here. got more stuff to share tmr. some really stupid stuff i came across online from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to all in this economy! all hail the almighty $$$$$$!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-8013613958605321705?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8013613958605321705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8013613958605321705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/car-trips-in-mornings.html' title='Car trips in the mornings.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-956049957748206924</id><published>2009-04-18T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:11:49.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Friday Fortnight Fhing</title><content type='html'>haha. im just bent on making all four words start with "f".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before internship started, the "chestnuts" (our hangout, chill, talk rubbish and good pals bunch) decided to have a fortnight meeting every friday so as to perk ourselves and have something to look forward too, or so that's what i think? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first! and we had it going well. everyone was happy to see one another, share our first week experiences and happenings. Jared's one was hilarious, i mean &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish&amp;amp;co was our menu for dinner and we all ate till out stomachs showed. is this considered exaggeration? but mine did show anyways, might be due to the fact that i'm too thin at the width ..dots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we wondered the streets of dhoby ghuat, somerset and orchard aimlessly. luckily, we chose to chill at Cine's (cineleisure) Xin Wang Cafe (a hong kong cafe that serve &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/b&gt; toats). we ordered more food despite the lingering food within from fish&amp;amp;co. i loved my "yuan yang/ying yong (spelled by them)" or it's simply coffee + tea. i ordered my all-time fav: kaya butter toast. one word: &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole night was filled with chattering and laughing, how free eh? but we all know it only happens fortnightly on that friday which will come soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how not to look forward to it right? furthermore, i can't swim anymore..random..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the male chicken. isn't that rooster? simply call it cock. isn't cock, cockerel? aiya, cock can already la." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a gist of what we talk at work? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~k~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-956049957748206924?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/956049957748206924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/956049957748206924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-friday-fortnight-fhing.html' title='First Friday Fortnight &lt;i&gt;Fhing&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-8164812783079076355</id><published>2009-04-13T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:46:06.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship: Introduction day</title><content type='html'>First day at work! it was a total new experience for me because...i've been put into the editorial team for &lt;a href="http://www.zdnetasia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;ZDNet Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've always hoped for a marketing position or related stuff, but i'm finding fun at my current work place. I have a really fun and liberal team. No stress, ok la, a bit stress here and there when you need to come up with story ideas and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else can i ask for? thanks Ms Tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-8164812783079076355?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8164812783079076355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8164812783079076355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/internship-introduction-day.html' title='Internship: Introduction day'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-695716514641792607</id><published>2009-04-10T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:00:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st floor dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was amazing to see such a residency exists in Singapore. it must have been a hotel plan gone wrong. definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;how can a condo be built to resemble a hotel that much. although the small units are really tiny as compared to others, but the amenities there are whoopy superb. with a private resort on the 7th floor, a Sky terrace and clubhouse on the 31st floor, it is everything one can ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;do i sound like i'm marketing it? wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-695716514641792607?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/695716514641792607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/695716514641792607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/31st-floor-dream.html' title='31st floor dream.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3197270297861830938</id><published>2009-04-04T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:34:11.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship. NYDC. Sentosa. fortunately not Discovery Centre.</title><content type='html'>many things have happened along the weeks since the last post. my internship briefing, hangout after that, sentosa outing and the mid-night movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, intern would start soon, like the 13 of April. in a week time and i'll be stuck with a routine daily 9 - 5.30 job. how fun is that?! however, i do like my workplace, not sure about the company but Centrepoint is a rather good place. CBS interactive is where i'll be going to. i am quite happy to be posted there, furthermore it is a tech-savvy company. can't wait for all the gadgets and stuff to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group of us went out after the briefing for some chill and makan session. it was funny, stupid and really entertaining. imagine touring the market place in Paragon?! we were all addicted to the meat and cheese section. Salmon! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite that day was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Paola Gastronoma&lt;/span&gt;. that place was awesome. the desserts were tempting me so much, but the price just kept me at bay. the pizza even made us devise a 'fool-proof' plan to steal some pieces of it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to chill at NYDC after that too. it was the funniest part of the day. stupid quotes were thrown here and there. my slice of tiramisu mudpie topped it all off. pure satisfaction i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, on 30th March, it was the long awaited Sentosa day! and dear Celia even came up with the schedule and plan for the entire day. how amazing and suited for her industry?! i shall talk about it in another post. since i have photos to post too. overall, it was tiring but the fun-est day this year, up to now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the discovery centre, i thank whoever, whatever that allowed me to skip the chance to travel to Jurong. so luckily, Discovery Centre would not be added into the 'places-i've-been-to-this -year' list. long story there too. haha. another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Happy April Fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; when i was in year 2 already.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does it sound weird to you? especially from another guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3197270297861830938?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3197270297861830938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3197270297861830938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/internship-nydc-sentosa-fortunately-not.html' title='Internship. NYDC. Sentosa. fortunately not Discovery Centre.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-6448973497339866098</id><published>2009-03-15T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:40:00.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old-school games.</title><content type='html'>i am a The Sims fan! however, i did not invest much in the Sims 2 because i felt that it wasn't really worth it? furthermore, it was so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvRCY6rlCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WIzMjsanib8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvRCY6rlCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WIzMjsanib8/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313070024392152098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought it early, which resulted in a higher price as compared to a later date. to speak the truth i have not enjoyed a proper game of my Sims 2 yet. blame it on a poor computer that i have. my laptop can host the game, but some incompatibility with the operating system seems to cock up the whole game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sims 3 is coming out, so i will just have to wait for it. I am really going to wait for the price to drop this time. anyways i will be busy with my intern and school stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so satisfied typing away on my iMac. talk bout craziness? i am just happy and really satisfied. although i still want my MacBook?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rolly-polly&lt;/span&gt; day at the music school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights in advance to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-6448973497339866098?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6448973497339866098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6448973497339866098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-school-games.html' title='The old-school games.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvRCY6rlCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WIzMjsanib8/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3343680988731395136</id><published>2009-03-14T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:30:08.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple. not the fruit.</title><content type='html'>dad bought a freaking iMac! although i would love to get a MacBook instead, but getting this new addition is worth it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although this i Mac is not only for me, but i figure that mostly only me and only me knows how to use a Mac better than the rest? my family are aliens to the Mac system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have always dreamt of getting a MacBook since i started  poly. say it's the stylistic looks, unique design and the overall appeal of it?&lt;br /&gt;of course many different brands are putting up a tough fight against Apple. there are rather nice ones out there too, but the Macs just set themselves apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i got an iMac now, so i shall save up for my MacBook! my main goal for my intern. haha. how interesting eh? i'm going intern for the sake of my MacBook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did this rubbish editing on a picture of the new iMac:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvM9BTHoWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XnxTpNByLy4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvM9BTHoWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XnxTpNByLy4/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313065534106345826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvM8AkrAzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/h3k4pZVj8dQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvM8AkrAzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/h3k4pZVj8dQ/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313065516731663154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my new iMac! and Dad is being super super nice. Thanks again Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3343680988731395136?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3343680988731395136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3343680988731395136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/apple-not-fruit.html' title='Apple. not the fruit.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvM9BTHoWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XnxTpNByLy4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-114942480300244242</id><published>2009-03-11T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:20:08.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBA. Polka dots. Pink tie. Horns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naughty or Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the theme for our MediaBiz Awards 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything went well and not to be proud or complacent, but i loved my awards' design! although it was kinda copied from Heineken, i still tried my best to design it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our awards design:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvGbbO39kI/AAAAAAAAANw/evc7hmOM5EU/s1600-h/LabelDraft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvGbbO39kI/AAAAAAAAANw/evc7hmOM5EU/s320/LabelDraft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313058359882544706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it is missing the CMM logo though. not sure if i'm allowed to post it here since not everyone had a copy of it. but anyways what do you think bout it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the title is all related to MBA. that is because i wore a black with white polka-dots shirt, pink tie and a pair of devil's horn. so i guess you know which side i fell under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the awards thing was really fun and of course we enjoyed putting everything up for the seniors. time flies and it would be us next. i wonder how it would be that time. another year from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now let's just focus on the time before internship starts? sigh. 6 months of routine days are coming. i need something that does not require a routine and daily working hours?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, internship would mean financial income too! so..i am planning to save up to get my very own MacBook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-114942480300244242?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/114942480300244242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/114942480300244242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/mba-polka-dots-pink-tie-horns.html' title='MBA. Polka dots. Pink tie. Horns.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvGbbO39kI/AAAAAAAAANw/evc7hmOM5EU/s72-c/LabelDraft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-6800299250101587897</id><published>2009-03-03T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:50:38.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagboard mayhem</title><content type='html'>well, my poor tagboard failed to appear on my screen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what happened nor how to save it. therefore, i decided to go tagboard-less for a few days while i search for another substitute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, MBA is around the corner and i have yet to complete my design for the awards. guess i should get down to my work eh? my holidays ain't started yet i guess. exams are all finally over and down with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i have a feeling or rather i know i will be failing something. so i am all prepared for my supp paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, short post here. i am developing an urge for old-school games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-6800299250101587897?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6800299250101587897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6800299250101587897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagboard-mayhem.html' title='tagboard mayhem'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-179167568623502314</id><published>2009-03-02T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:53:38.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closed-circuit television</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvR8kX9moI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DwZUwGFg7bo/s1600-h/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvR8kX9moI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DwZUwGFg7bo/s320/150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313071023900170882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;does this look like anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, the all-known CCTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;don't ask me how it appeared on the bed instead of the ceiling or wall. neither do you want to know it's origins. dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came from somewhere called CCHMS. go find that out on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro brought it home one day and he seemed rather proud of his new collectible. did i ever mentioned about bro's interesting habit? well, he is just like a typical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garang-Guni&lt;/span&gt;. He collects &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; everything he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinks &lt;/span&gt;is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than this CCTV, the previous addition was a card that we got from the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't the admission card nor any normal card. it was an indicator card for the pictures that the Singapore Flyer staff took for us. you know those photo shoots they do for you? but you have to end up paying lots of money just for them in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is Bro aka the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garang-Guni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm a busy boy, even the vice principle needs to book appointment with me." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bro said when Mm asked about Meet-the-parents-session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-179167568623502314?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/179167568623502314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/179167568623502314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/closed-circuit-television.html' title='closed-circuit television'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SbvR8kX9moI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DwZUwGFg7bo/s72-c/150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-1790053958250338636</id><published>2009-03-01T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:12:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ava did a rolly polly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;scenario: Student rocking back and forth on the piano chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: hey, you better be careful, don't fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ava: i won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SHe falls next and the piano chair actually managed to end up with four legs sticking up into the air. She quickly stood up and started laughing?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: are you injured?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava: no, that was fun! i did a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rolly polly&lt;/span&gt;! can we try that again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have interesting students eh? how fun can that be? dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyways, i have no idea what's a rolly polly too. she simply said it was the 'rolling' kind of fall or whatever. it was tickling funny. i was glad that she was my second last student or else i would be laughing all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-1790053958250338636?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/1790053958250338636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/1790053958250338636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ava-did-rolly-polly.html' title='Ava did a rolly polly.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-6276300292701930615</id><published>2009-02-22T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:01:52.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis endangered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;boring day at home yesterday. should have studied but i obviously chose not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;however, something really out of the blue occurred: an interesting message from my friend. i ended up with several of the same message though. i don't know if the content is allowed here, but i guess it should be alright. i would not want to get caught for false statements?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the message simply reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;do not go to Bugis for the next few days as terrorists might plan a bomb around that area. this message is forwarded by an army friend. They claim to be on 24 hours standby and there are many policemen there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;being the ignorant kind towards such messages, i decided to respond to it for the very first time. i was so bored i forwarded the message to some contacts. apparently after i did that, duplicate copies were sent to me from other friends. is this how service providers make money? dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was at Bugis yesterday, but no sight of policemen nor any suspicious looking item/people. maybe i was just too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to see it eh? what would a terrorist look like anyway? i keep harbouring the Osama-look-alike as a terrorist. that seems to be the only picture to fit the bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyways, i was kinda amused when i received news of the arrest of the guy who started the 'Bugis' message. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bravery is the word here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-6276300292701930615?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6276300292701930615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6276300292701930615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/bugis-endangered.html' title='Bugis endangered.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-195517293074379133</id><published>2009-02-20T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:13:09.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;shisha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, not a cig. but a tower that emits smoke? lets you puff on some flavoured stuff. walawalawala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okies. it was me and Celia's first while Sis was like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. it was funny how hard i tried to get bubbles in the water and also to puff out smoke. at least i did it better than Celia? haha. she got better at it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was a typical day, but funny things made it worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Celia was really lucky to escape the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; scraps of food , which landed right in front of her feet. that was really funny. the awkward pausing action to stop and calm yourself while you think of another route to take. it was hilarious, but good thing that it did not land on your feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe the cats might have come after you instead? if the scraps actually fell on your feet? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then there was this uncle (selling drinks) who was kinda '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;deaf'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. he brought us our drinks and when we wanted to pay, he just stood about a metre away staring out. our numerous attempts to call him fell on deaf ears. so, i decided to just continue with my drink and let him wait. evil me once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sis came later and this same uncle got very interested in her band-like bangles. he kept pointing and looking at her while we were eating. it was totally freaking uneasy and Sis was on the verge of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;squashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; him.luckily he manage to stay unscathed. dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was shisha time after that. quite an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no photos since sis has not uploaded them nor sent them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;another time den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-195517293074379133?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/195517293074379133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/195517293074379133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/smoking.html' title='Smoking.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-623564051967782489</id><published>2009-02-14T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:41:30.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Galore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SZbfwHmpFFI/AAAAAAAAANI/lRtuZp9tS8E/s1600-h/Vday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SZbfwHmpFFI/AAAAAAAAANI/lRtuZp9tS8E/s320/Vday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302671629043176530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now you see my magic carpet?!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dots..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was a mistake that i bought it. shall not remind myself of the stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the black board you see is proudly done up by me! sad to say, it was my first time drilling holes in the wall. it was fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. no stray thoughts i hope so...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not in any of the pics. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. dad and mum are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have got to freaking teach tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;random. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-623564051967782489?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/623564051967782489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/623564051967782489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-galore.html' title='Pictures Galore.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SZbfwHmpFFI/AAAAAAAAANI/lRtuZp9tS8E/s72-c/Vday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-2824793355872867445</id><published>2009-02-14T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:07:59.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, after a night at Timbre, and a supposed-to-have gathering with Celia and Zhuang in the morning, i ended up waking up early! without any reason!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today can be said to be the weird day after all.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my V-day was spent simply by drilling holes (in the wall, no pun intended), re-vamp a part of my room and packing of my stuff. when i say stuff it means my whole room and cupboard. i don't know why i decided to do it, but the IKEA shopping made it all happen.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent 100 over bucks at IKEA yesterday. however, i did not get to eat there. sads. i missed the best stuff there. FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyways, yesterday's night at Timbre was good. lots of laugh and singing, yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. haha. well, the crazy group of us definitely could not miss out the chance of showing our vocal prowess. well, it ended kinda short since some of us had to leave, including me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad sent a message:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"boy, now what time already? thanks."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you reply? i simply slipped my phone back into my pocket and continued listening to the music...evil me...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i would leave out the supposed-to-have gathering today. since nothing much happened either. i woke up at 8+ to Celia's call. that was when i found out that the thing was kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mis-communicated&lt;/span&gt;.in the end, it was cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i snoozed off for awhile more, but could not sleep, amazingly. woke up and decided to carry out my quest to clear and re-vamp my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i shall post another post with all the pics later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love my magic carpet right now! *a whole new world......*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;off to editing pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kudos and happy VALENTINE'S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SZbdthhN_aI/AAAAAAAAANA/y-CdY202GMA/s1600-h/kissme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SZbdthhN_aI/AAAAAAAAANA/y-CdY202GMA/s320/kissme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302669385436888482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-2824793355872867445?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2824793355872867445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2824793355872867445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SZbdthhN_aI/AAAAAAAAANA/y-CdY202GMA/s72-c/kissme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-76430192898214608</id><published>2009-02-10T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:27:32.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera 4 went Poof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;tick. tick. tick. tick. tick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;poof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the next thing we know was that a power trip occurred. some girls screamed a little, while i kinda stood there not knowing what just happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, we never knew that our production just plummeted into the flames of hell. flames of damnation and no return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was the final project for our Multi Camera Production module, but it seemed like everything went down the drain. except for the one miserable take that we had before camera 4 went kaboo&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt; it was...not that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;blame it on luck? or what else? not only did we not have a second go at it, but we ended up having to compensate the guest (his guitar and pedal board). everything got shocked after the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;poof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;70 dollars just went flying away. at least it only cost that much. it was a vintage guitar. not a cheap one for sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;at least it is settled and no compensation on the school's part. which i understand yet hate it. long story there i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-76430192898214608?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/76430192898214608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/76430192898214608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/camera-4-went-poof.html' title='Camera 4 went Poof!'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5986788417974456736</id><published>2009-01-20T11:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:09:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purcchase of the year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kon proudly presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/Sbu6NMx6tzI/AAAAAAAAANg/Q1pJtBckwlk/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/Sbu6NMx6tzI/AAAAAAAAANg/Q1pJtBckwlk/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313044921345292082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/Sbu6NppvvrI/AAAAAAAAANo/ODhRDByfxBM/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/Sbu6NppvvrI/AAAAAAAAANo/ODhRDByfxBM/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313044929095646898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;haha. yep, this is the proudest purchase of the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it took me quite awhile to choose and decide which was the best. my gundam mobile suits were definitely ranked above all else, however, in order to fulfil more morally positive criteria, the piggy bank was chosen. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;what's better than saving money? remember i am the spendthrift who never saves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so applause to my 'purchase of the year'. i have a declaration though, since the day i got it, i have never put any money inside yet......&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this still qualify for the 'purchase of the year'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, this award only comprises of things i bought myself. so, i could not include my DSLR. or else that would be ultimate possession of the year! thanks Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-5986788417974456736?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5986788417974456736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5986788417974456736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/purcchase-of-year.html' title='purcchase of the year.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/Sbu6NMx6tzI/AAAAAAAAANg/Q1pJtBckwlk/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5569641666402729821</id><published>2009-01-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:04:08.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forte #3: sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleeping-prodigy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;refer here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well i was about to just post the link there so as not to repeat a similar post. it is just boring to read another similar post right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;most proof and ways i use my 3rd forte is rather evident in the previous post dated September &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19th 2008&lt;/span&gt;. however, did i mention the fact that i have four alarms in the morning now? haha. amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Captain Planet remains&lt;br /&gt;Smurfs too&lt;br /&gt;Chipmunks also ( Witch Doctor )&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;give a warm welcome to...&lt;br /&gt;Elmo's Song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so at 7:45 in the morning, Smurfs starts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la-la-ing&lt;/span&gt;. 7:0 - Chipmunks starts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screaming &lt;/span&gt;away. 7:55 - Captain Planet starts teaching about nature ( you know, fire, wind and water?! ) and to welcome my grand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sit-up&lt;/span&gt;, we have Elmo singing '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la-la-la-la la-la-la-la elmo's song&lt;/span&gt;'. why not simply snooze the alarm? well..regretfully, my snooze button is the camera button which is at the side. a sleeping me will only figure out 3 buttons on my phone. the call ( mostly green ), cancel call ( mostly red ) and cancel ( marked with a 'c' ) button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;taking a look at LG's viewty Ku990 might help you figure it out easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by pressing the red cancel call button, it would simply off the alarm. the sleeping me would then fall right back into slumberland. i would say that waking me up seems equivalent to pulling some spirits back from the gates of hell. haha. despite the numerous complains and chiding from my dear brother, i have to say he is really nice to have tolerate so far. waha. thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;off to sleep then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-5569641666402729821?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5569641666402729821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5569641666402729821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/forte-3-sleeping.html' title='forte #3: sleeping'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5286626344129088843</id><published>2009-01-12T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:07:05.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll VT. Up Music. Super CG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in fact, i was dreaming about typing this blog post while resting just now. freaky yet intriguing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was my group's studio production day. i would say "our maiden voyage did not sink like titanic." it was fun yet really frantic and nerve wreaking. however it was an experience to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, a sense of total relief is filling me up. it feels awesome! never have i felt like this for a uber long time. it is such a wondrous feeling. more projects to deal with now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;off to something much lighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was also today that i found out about my internship company. school is planning to put me into CNBC not MediaCorp, so mistake on my part. i am pretty fine with it. i just want a peaceful and easy life during intern. school is already stressful for the past 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i am already ending my 2nd year. how fast can it go?! it seemed just yesterday when i entered TP. right now, everyone is panicking for their intern. soon i will be stuck somewhere in some camp ( army ). sigh. we are growing old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short post today as i'm too tired and mixed emotions are making me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; around the house. i really meant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. i'm like floating around the house aimlessly, refusing to accept the fact that i should be doing my school work or at least something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i guess i'll go play a tune or watch some shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-5286626344129088843?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5286626344129088843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5286626344129088843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/roll-vt-up-music-super-cg.html' title='Roll VT. Up Music. Super CG.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3644014409345807570</id><published>2009-01-10T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:30:01.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forte #2: procrastinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if there is a word you are searching for to use on me, this is the word. i am the kind who never fails to push whatever i can to a later date to accomplish. i work under pressure yet i am susceptible to it at times. i have a very bad control over my emotions and a bad day would result in nothing being done. however, i always have a second side in front of others. now you know hur? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beware...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it is often that i try to smile and not show my bad mood. however amidst these 'acting' periods will be some stoning and dazed time. don't worry though, i am never dangerous. i am just a harmless dude. going back to my forte, procrastination is something i guess that troubles most students, not to say those super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chiongster&lt;/span&gt; species. i never practiced that ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chiongsterism&lt;/span&gt; ). it does not seem to tally with my character and style of doing things? i always have idealistic dreams and goals about certain things i set out to accomplish. i will definitely try and reach them but how i reach them is usually the crux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, procrastination takes over and tells me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait for the right time.&lt;/span&gt; than as the deadline draws near, i start to make a move, but more often than not, it stops mid-way. once again, let's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait for the right time&lt;/span&gt;. it is maybe until the week before or few days before ( usually the latter ) the deadline that my mind takes over and realise the amount of time i have wasted away. so there we go, the sleepless nights that follow and the always-satisfying "oh god! i am done!!". a click follows and your report is printing away while you have already dozed off. this is...my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it or not, that is how i work. waha. of course the standard of work is always questioned, but i always read through a sentence umpteen times before i move on. i cannot hand in something that is of substandard to myself! or maybe exceptions do happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;procrastination, the way things go ( at least in my world ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the internet was extended!! by a freaking hour...just for one night..."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; my mind thought to itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/3727645967958647426-3644014409345807570?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3644014409345807570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3644014409345807570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/forte-2-procrastinating.html' title='forte #2: procrastinating'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-2823218025065211738</id><published>2009-01-10T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:25:00.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day dumb ( me ) became dumber.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;remember the post where i explained my utter stupidity? if you don't, let me refresh your memory. it was a sunny day where the sun shone brightly, dots. straight to the point, it was the post exclaiming about the fact that i found out a way to arrange all my post: the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post options&lt;/span&gt;' link that allows me to alter the publishing date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so you recall now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well..the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;thing i found today is the ability to choose the day that i want my post to be published. i can actually choose when i want to publish my posts?! how amazing?! the dumb me was just chucked into the section labelled: DUMBER. seriously, i think i am an IT dino. an idiot's guide would suit me perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, within this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;aura, a light bulb was switched on. i can now arrange my post even easier!! no more fussing over when to publish this or that. just choose that auspicious date and click away! sigh ( of relief ). how wonderful can technology be at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;basking in technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i remember what one of my classmate said when we were in poly year 1. Lisa once said: "the best invention is the UNDO button!!" i never realise that until the moment she exclaimed in ecstasy when her graphic design work nearly went down the path of no return. typical IT fanatics will go ga-ga over the new gadgets, software and discoveries, but the UNDO button separates itself from all other forms of IT related stuff. i can never picture the day UNDO function is removed. it would spell A-P-O-C-A-L-Y-P-S-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dare say that the day UNDO button disappears will NEVER come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWd4Zfo6W6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1YDE2LUQo10/s1600-h/P100109_00.13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWd4Zfo6W6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1YDE2LUQo10/s320/P100109_00.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289328666755095458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/3727645967958647426-2823218025065211738?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2823218025065211738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2823218025065211738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-dumb-me-became-dumber.html' title='the day dumb ( me ) became dumber.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWd4Zfo6W6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1YDE2LUQo10/s72-c/P100109_00.13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-975723426054219674</id><published>2009-01-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:30:00.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forte #1: spending money.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is one ability that everyone is born with. i'm pretty sure about that. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;however, spending money and being a total idiot about how to spend is different? i have no clues as to how i really spend my money. one moment you see a $50 note in my wallet and the next minute you will see only $5 left? that is to some extent my predicament most often than not. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is amazing how a son of an accountant and engineer ( both with accuracy in calculations ), can be so inept at doing these simple everyday sums. maybe i'm just too rash in making decisions at times and also too dependent on my mood to spend money? i say this as i never give a damn to my money when i'm in a foul mood. spending seems to drown the burning flame within. i'm pretty sure the people around me knows about it and previous posts have all been sprinkled with notes of over spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;donate to the quench kon's thirst ( for money ) fund?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;also, even though i am working now, it does not mean i have money! i don't understand why my classmates are all expecting me to be some rich ass. have any of you thought about the reason why i decided to work? it is simply because i spend much more than i have!! that is why i need to work in order to support my lifestyle. i know it sounds stupid and most of you will say: why not just change your lifestyle? spend lesser? save more? the bottom line is: i am an obstinate bull. i don't change that easily. so come on people, i am not rich ok?! i spend much more than you guys think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in awe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently just found my long lost bank pass book. peering in, i was astounded by the amount of digits inside, but under the withdrawal column. i never expected such an amount to appear nor have i ever expected myself to earn so much in the first place. it was an eye-opening experience! waha. it is now my mouse pad. how pathetic right? at least i made the wise choice of not replacing it when i could not find it for the past year. it would have cost me 15 bucks just for a book with columns that shows your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinful&lt;/span&gt; expenses. like i need anymore reminders eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of the pathetic amount within my POSB account. if only money do grow like plants...i might consider flooding the banks and maybe allow sunlight in? maybe fertilisers too. although money does grow money when you invest or save it up in a high-interest-rate back, which is usually never the case. it is still a very long process as compared to working for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm no rich ass alright?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since i buy my own, or rather me and bro's shampoo and toiletries at times, i shall end off with something that dumb brother of mine said while he was pulling on my leg hair, testing how strong they were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"eh, you use shampoo on your leg hair also ar? no wonder shampoo so fast finish!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Corey complained to me one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-975723426054219674?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/975723426054219674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/975723426054219674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/forte-1-spending-money.html' title='forte #1: spending money.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-2225937943295776643</id><published>2009-01-09T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:00:00.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>internet, the next scary thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from internet 'wolves' to celebrity gossip to edison's gallery of hoo-haa to the overly exposed zhang ziyi sun-bathing topless. the internet has indeed open many 'doors' hur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mischievous me would of course get a glimpse into these red hot headlines. like who wouldn't eh? haha. okies..not to sound &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pervy&lt;/span&gt; or anything, but it is an issue that the media industry and fans are going to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nude beaches are nothing to many people in this world. seeing each other in their full glory seems acceptable. however certain cultures would definitely have their customs and rules. i respect that. however, shouldn't the conservative ones respect the culture of the less conservative ones as well? isn't such things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vice versa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the fact that this asia star is being hushed upon by chinese fans and also the media. although a star has no privacy, does it mean that everything they do must be reported and always tainted ( other than the good things )? i am a media student and of course i understand that the media survives on such news, especially in the current context. this is a gossip world?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although stars are expected to be role models, they need their own private time and space right? the news made her sound as if she abandoned her own roots and left for another different life. as a star, one definitely has to adapt to the different cultures he or she is exposed to, no? my classes in cross cultural communication teaches us the importance of respecting and learning one another's culture. okies, lame but should this be made compulsory for the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, we are globalising! for god's sake, please do not enforce your own rules and customs on others just because you have the same roots. we adapt and change differently. no two men are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;open up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okies, enough said about this headline news. just felt sorry for her. although i am no fan of hers, but being able to step out of your comfort zone and face the world is one thing to be proud of. i respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet, the one thing that robs your privacy?! haha. edison had a go at it. lesson learnt for everyone! never keep your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personal &lt;/span&gt;pictures in your computer! investing in a external hard drive might seem more worthy now?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cheers to the invention of external storage units!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/3727645967958647426-2225937943295776643?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2225937943295776643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2225937943295776643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/internet-next-scary-thing.html' title='internet, the next scary thing.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-8612551705035844919</id><published>2009-01-08T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:00:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day the internet stood still.</title><content type='html'>will i get sued for infringement? copying 5 words out of 6 that is used in a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, the day i never expected to arrive has indeed descended upon us, or rather my family. i would say that this catastrophic event is brought about by a single man, my dad. seriously, how can one survive without the internet now?? the world wide web is the one crucial thing that makes us whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole story started when my dad, ingeniously decided to set a timer for the modem, only allowing internet usage between 7 a.m. to 12 m.n., which might seem alright at first. however, given the fact that we are all nocturnal homosapiens, it is impossible to ask us to stop work at 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet another cinderella story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so right now, we are all faced with this stupendous stress to hurry and finish our work before 12. i found our situation so similar to the famous cinderella, having to rush home before the clock strikes 12. just another cinderella story eh? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to dad, we have been cut off the virtual world from 12 midnight to 7 in the morning. it is equivalent to having our brains and limbs detached and only joined back at 7 in the morning, while i am in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep deep&lt;/span&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;therefore, i am now looking for the best mobile modem that the service providers have all come up with?! it may seem dumb just for the sake of this stupid act, but it can be used anywhere as well, so no harm trying. no matter how much i rant and argue, it seems futile in the state that i am in now. the worst thing was the reason that they used: we should all sleep early now, everyone should sleep by 12. hello?! we are living in the 21st century now. humans have evolved through the sleep early wake up early phase?! am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good luck to my internet-less nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-8612551705035844919?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8612551705035844919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8612551705035844919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-internet-stood-still.html' title='the day the internet stood still.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-739348497205424141</id><published>2009-01-06T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:55:04.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first gathering of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on that fateful day, Friday, 2nd January 2009, we met up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a wonderful dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny mahjong session cum 'little nonya' watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Celia, Chet, Zhuang and me. well, thanks for being free on this day! looking forward to our next dinner?! Celia can't wait for that to come. sis came along for dinner as well. no photos for the food, but i can always describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the tantalising chilli crab&lt;br /&gt;spicy &amp;amp; fragrant black pepper crab&lt;br /&gt;crispy chicken&lt;br /&gt;fresh and appetising veg ( kai lan )&lt;br /&gt;sizzling hotplate tofu&lt;br /&gt;all served with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mantou&lt;/span&gt; each&lt;br /&gt;heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;despite the expensive looking list, the meal only added up to 76 bucks! for 5 of us and we all felt full. it is super worth it la. maybe the crab was a little small, but overall was yummilicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the night was already halfway through, we decided to hit my house for a game of mahjong. dear Celia was going on a winning streak ( which was kind of irritating as she kept winning with only 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tai, &lt;/span&gt;1 fold ) while me and Chet were trying to piece together a good hand to win. haha. anyways, had lots of fun although we did not chill after that as Zhuang had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, knew you guys want the pictures, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWYdsOqju0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YqKZ_RWxjnw/s1600-h/172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWYdsOqju0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YqKZ_RWxjnw/s320/172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947458081274690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWYdsbXZIYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/L4Yk139-6bU/s1600-h/177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWYdsbXZIYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/L4Yk139-6bU/s320/177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947461490549122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;sorry ar, the second one rather blur. shutter speed too long la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the other shots cannot make it la. sorry. too blur. except for Celia's flower, bluish-green thing or ( simply ) pin. also, i want the photos with you guys too! don't forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyways, remember about the every-friday thing? well, i actually had plans, but realised that tomorrow is taken by some religion thing. so we will have to make do with the friday after the next since dear Celia has D&amp;amp;D. a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt; theme too! how cool is that? maybe Celia can go as a croupier? or a rich ass &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tai-tai&lt;/span&gt;? or maybe a gambling queen ( not the typical Celia at all )? seems like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tai-tai &lt;/span&gt;works best?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, before the internet goes off ( in a few minutes ) i shall sign off. also, any ideas for the trophies/prize/award for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt; theme awards ceremony? i need ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"i bet a CK brief that you are not 70kg!" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a bet that i made with my bro and lost hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-739348497205424141?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/739348497205424141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/739348497205424141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-gathering-of-year.html' title='the first gathering of the year!'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWYdsOqju0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YqKZ_RWxjnw/s72-c/172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-4907069119642880380</id><published>2009-01-05T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:29:48.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the return of kon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, i figured a comeback post would much better than stitching and posting all the old unfinished posts. so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my birthday&lt;br /&gt;horrible grades&lt;br /&gt;stressful school work&lt;br /&gt;nothing much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare for tests&lt;br /&gt;school as usual&lt;br /&gt;lots of assignment due&lt;br /&gt;preparation for christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test&lt;br /&gt;term break&lt;br /&gt;christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;spent lots of money&lt;br /&gt;christmas caroling - fwa-la-la-la-la&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;countdown to the new year!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so..the new year has passed and it's 2009 now. how fast can time fly hur? oh my buddha, i am turning freaking 20. only one word: OLD. sigh. still struggling with many school work. However, among the work is hidden fun. being a studio director was total awesome-ness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short post here, but i wish everyone a wonderful year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"is there really a tooth fairy?" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Celia once asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-4907069119642880380?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/4907069119642880380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/4907069119642880380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/return-of-kon.html' title='the return of kon.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-736915553947083898</id><published>2008-10-24T00:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:40:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 years on this planet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're born in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a little snake-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i thought it was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the song that most kid would learn of during their days. i have always dreamt of having a big birthday party, but i never got down to asking and planning one. yes, even till now, i always wanted something big, but i realise big = more work and more planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it would be fun but maybe something quieter would suffice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;glad i survived for these 19 years without much mishaps or anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bad. so, this time round was another quiet and peaceful birthday with the family. a warmth yet simple dinner with some funny photo taking sessions. the table next to us must have been thinking we're a bunch of weirdos ( cause i brought along the tripod so we can take our family portrait without disturbing any others ). The night before was spent with sis, Celia and YX. the free fish &amp;amp; chips day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Family Dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVSsOvDKEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BxoVEj7-cS0/s1600-h/072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVSsOvDKEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BxoVEj7-cS0/s320/072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288724257239672898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stupid brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVSseLSgDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/O_Sfj0cTQwQ/s1600-h/089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVSseLSgDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/O_Sfj0cTQwQ/s320/089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288724261384650802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my yummy cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVSs1VoDGI/AAAAAAAAALA/UWN-dQ354u4/s1600-h/096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVSs1VoDGI/AAAAAAAAALA/UWN-dQ354u4/s320/096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288724267602021474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;delicious! think it was Bakerzin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVStDemp6I/AAAAAAAAALI/Suxv2J4udFM/s1600-h/116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVStDemp6I/AAAAAAAAALI/Suxv2J4udFM/s320/116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288724271397775266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 'unlike' brothers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVStilr8sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/L-fzUssIYTw/s1600-h/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVStilr8sI/AAAAAAAAALQ/L-fzUssIYTw/s320/125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288724279748981442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the family portrait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The night before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVVQqsdUsI/AAAAAAAAALY/Y_zITkGPbs4/s1600-h/051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVVQqsdUsI/AAAAAAAAALY/Y_zITkGPbs4/s320/051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288727082243543746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the scandalous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWWQPEPcVZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BeahVGe_pIg/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWWQPEPcVZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BeahVGe_pIg/s320/012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288791925927466386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWWQPY0Q7KI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KhUtOuydgd0/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWWQPY0Q7KI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KhUtOuydgd0/s320/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288791931450616994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spot the difference? haha. Celia's gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVVQzC0fCI/AAAAAAAAALg/IGbtO83FCrI/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVVQzC0fCI/AAAAAAAAALg/IGbtO83FCrI/s320/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288727084484820002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the chipmunk wannabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love them despite the frequent shoutings, ranting and never-ending arguments. that's our form of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. also, making us aware of everyone's own pros and cons. sometimes, it is better treating them as friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as for sis, YX and Celia, thanks for the memories and laughter!! catch up again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks for the 19 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;also thanks to sis for the free fish &amp;amp; chips!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3727645967958647426-736915553947083898?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/736915553947083898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/736915553947083898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/19-years-on-this-planet.html' title='19 years on this planet.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWVSsOvDKEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BxoVEj7-cS0/s72-c/072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-4656759433005927281</id><published>2008-10-22T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:55:27.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a night at Modesto's</title><content type='html'>all i can say was: rated contents flying through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to keep it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt; and safer for the eyes and mind, i shall not elaborate much about the content? also, i would not want my blog to be tagged under the adult-oriented content. i only serve children's menu here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modesto's was chosen after some walking and discussion among us while the main character was making his way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was great, with all the pasta, seafood, tomato sauce, delicious desserts and laughter. we had lots of adult-oriented content within the conversation throughout dinner. all sorts of unimaginable questions and statements were added to the cloud of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R-rated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuff over our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty sure the content isn't appropriate for all ages, hence no G-rating given, also my dear Celia might just stop reading my blog if she comes face to face with it. yes, it is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite being unable to relate the full story, uncensored, i am itching to just briefly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sprint&lt;/span&gt;, instead of run, through the night's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 of us went to Modesto's to celebrate some birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things got interesting at the table when someone spouted some uncensored stuff.&lt;br /&gt;the talk became real funny with all the unwanted-information and hilarious reactions.&lt;br /&gt;however, the food was great! yummilicious!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to so-called Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;as for the promised photos since it's virgin shots..it is still undergoing the resize-stage. i have no programs or rather i don't know of any programs that i have now which is capable of editing them. kudos to me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yea. kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yea, i now stand and pee."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sis, 23 October 2008 Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-4656759433005927281?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/4656759433005927281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/4656759433005927281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-at-modestos.html' title='a night at Modesto&apos;s'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5985947684975657483</id><published>2008-10-22T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:34:08.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking some time off.</title><content type='html'>seemed some time since i wrote a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headless posts are getting stitched up and ready to go, while the new ones are not here yet. ideas, inspirations, feelings and thoughts are all absent in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame it on my DSLR and 'getting-tired-of-teaching' brain, i am so busy doing nothing?! however, i can proudly say: i'm on track for my gym and swim regime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happy me have been going to the gym and also swimming ( although only once ). i am glad and really proud that i have managed to pull myself to the gym finally. although school started officially today, i will still get the time to go visit the weights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;having taken photos, i am definitely going to post them, but before that, i will have to re-size all of them cause their file size is HUGE. they are about the size of A2 at original size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i promise the photos soon. maybe the next post shall be the photos doing the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have recently been shopping as well since gym is in vivo. so might as well hang around and shop. catch on new stuff and also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sales&lt;/span&gt;. look around for any thing nice and worth taking a second glance. you might think i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt; or whatever, but i have been looking around for possible Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is to ensure the availability of the presents when Christmas approaches and also since the funds are still present now. i am a spendthrift, remember? so the money might be gone by then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;also, my birthday is like Friday? so, lots of treats ( which i am kinda not looking forward to. kidding! ), self indulgence and of course more self pampering? dots. i'm not a miser, but it's just painful to spend so much in one shot? especially when it comes to treating? so babes, please do not ask for expensive restaurants like Carnivore or close to it. something less &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt; ok? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall share the Modesto's dinner another time. off to some daily chore and preparation for tomorrow's really long day. sigh. all thanks to sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;glad she's back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-5985947684975657483?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5985947684975657483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5985947684975657483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/taking-some-time-off.html' title='taking some time off.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-6149959011038544648</id><published>2008-10-11T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:09:37.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the source of my sins.</title><content type='html'>that would be: my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either that or my desire is one hell of a bottomless pit. i'm getting all tempted with getting a new Macbook for myself. right after getting a DSLR, which already burnt a hole in my pocket or rather my dad's, i still have the sinful desire to get myself a Macbook. slap myself hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although my eye is down with some viral infection which deteriorates my eye sight totally, i am still amazed at the fact that i have a sinful eye for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; things. laptops, camera, handphones and anything nice to me. maybe it is a sort of syndrome yet to be discovered? or some rare and not well researched illness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need real discipline on myself now. i'm getting way out of hand. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money is hard to earn and i know that, but it seems like the 'wants' i have are never ending and also becoming bigger in the digits/price tag department?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my list of wants can never end? or rather no one's will? if not it would not have been termed 'wants'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;economics, marketing and also some thoughts have knocked me hard with the difference in 'needs' and 'wants'. however, the greedy me will never satisfy the insatiable desires i have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;slap me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty sure it doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-6149959011038544648?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6149959011038544648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6149959011038544648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/source-of-my-sins.html' title='the source of my sins.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3011822501781592053</id><published>2008-10-09T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:50:48.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids. the unpredictables.</title><content type='html'>kids are just so unpredictable in every ways. their reaction can be one out of a million at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one just gave me an experience i will never forget. not because he simply cried, but because he cried over something kind of funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian came with his elder sister, by a year, last week for a trial session to take up piano. Today was the second time he came for his trial. he started first, so there we were playing at the games the computer software had. on it went for 25 minutes and the question of the day arrived with much anticipation from him. "today got biscuit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the biscuit? it was because i gave them biscuits last week as a small gift for children's day. thus, he thought that it was a weekly gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i softly and nicely said "no, today no biscuit, but if you play well next week, i will give you one." this unloaded the first tears. and he started to whine and complain. rubbing his eyes made me affirmative that he is crying. so, in exasperation ( as i cannot calm him down with nothing to hoax him ), i asked the Administrator to help. she settled it all with an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; biscuit. bribery wins once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know kids are easy and nice to hoax and bluff, but now, i see the consequence behind it. i knew that they would become dependent on such reward system, but it is one basic way to motivate and 'bribe' them? moreover, it was only the second lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unfathomable kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;another thing is: i'm running out of quotes? nothing interesting or worth publishing up here at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short one for the time being. empty brains don't make much noises though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*names were changed to protect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;  from any unwanted trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3011822501781592053?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3011822501781592053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3011822501781592053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-unpredictables.html' title='kids. the unpredictables.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-2916744130539523643</id><published>2008-10-08T01:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:49:03.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me, the dumbest thing.</title><content type='html'>what can i say? i was actually astounded and fascinated that i found out &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we could edit the date and time the post was written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to be proud of, but i have to say i'm impressed and also glad to have a solution to all my messy posts without proper headings and editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm an IT dino at times, thus it never fails to get me enlightened when i find something new. i'm keen into the technology gizmos, but i am not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good at handling the computer and it's amazing functionality. Blogging is one of them. i use the normal given template for my layout not because i like them, but because i am too lazy and also unaware of the required changes in the html codes within the templates of those beautified and customised ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just looking at the codes and the different lines will incur dizzy spells on me. i wonder how those technicians or IT personnel survive looking at them? admiration and questions fill me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, when it comes to the gadgets themselves, i can make a good choice at it. comparing specifications is the only task i can claim to know well within the IT world. and i'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dear sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;stop spending such money babe! seriously, you are getting sucked dry la. dots. sounds wrong but i have to say it. your trip is kinda planned badly. and thanks to that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; you have to spend extra money. do ask him to get well soon. then you can come back soon too. please take care and best of luck to the $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm kinda sad that i can't join in the photo marathon on October 18. i have got to teach the kiddies. sigh. it is a blessing in disguise though. shall not share the blessings then. dots. remember i'm selfish? haha. i don't mind not winning anything or whatever, but the aim of wanting to join in the fun is solely for it's experience and testing my own skills. not to say i'm good, but at the very least have a go at it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i'll just have to see it through the pictures from that day then. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish a miracle would happen like the previous day when my dad volunteered to get me the DSLR and not demanding any return. it is not that he is petty or calculative, but it is a matter of the 'wow' amount of digits we have to pay. maybe it was my luck? but maybe it might have been something more divine? hard to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to pull a smile across my sulking face and to shower up and get down to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"papa, looks like a hot-dog hor." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something i heard upon entering the toilet.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let your imagination run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-2916744130539523643?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2916744130539523643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2916744130539523643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-dumbest-thing.html' title='me, the dumbest thing.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-8958883750829218727</id><published>2008-10-07T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:58:09.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Something Lame Right now.</title><content type='html'>my DSLR has seemed to fill me up for the past few days. i have been fondling around with it. this is the similar excitement when i got my lappie that faithful day? it seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i have not given it a proper try in the outdoors yet. mostly indoor shots at the moment, but i'm pretty sure i'll be snapping out very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough DSLR talk then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my swimming regime is going no where. seriously, i have no discipline and the weather ain't helping. it seems that the heavens are sending signs of disapproval to my dipping issue. i just want to swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not fat and the last time i measured my body fat, it was severely under the optimum range. it was at the health fair some time back, and i was helping mum's company with my sis. we were the 'blood pressure' station. on top of taking their blood pressure, we also took their fats percentage and some important health conditions they have. the doctors there advised me to eat more and drink more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been doing that and it seems i've grown. however, only by 1 miserable kilogram. i have this feeling that i'm gonna get bashed up by saying this but i simply don't grow fat! i just grew less toned. comparing the past and present, i see some growth in width and height, but it is so minimal. my building up regime is also getting no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, please do let me continue with it now! since i have the time to go. i am pretty sure when school starts i'll be dragged off my regime once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, while flipping back the pages of the children's exercise books while teaching and upon receiving my pay cheque, i realised that a month has passed without leaving much prints in it's track. time waits for no one. it appears that 24 hours is never enough for any typical human. it has already been a month at the music school and school is already about to start soon. yet all i remember is the BMR ( Basic Media Research if you remember ) paper which seemed to be only yesterday. exaggerating, but it is true. it seemed only recently that i ended school, started relaxing and sleeping like a pro ( nothing to be proud of ). it is really amazing to think that i have passed a month of holiday by doing almost nothing? except the fact that i'm teaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receiving my cheque, other than the DSLR, was the one thing that got me smiling so wide that i thought my mouth would have resembled Joker's. i'm better looking though. dots. although i know it is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of money, but a 4 digit before the decimal is good enough. it was already more than i asked for or deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was aeon since i last had such money. i spend money as if i'm drinking water. it occurred to me that i need some financial control, but it ends up with no avail. maybe i need someone i trust to handle my money? get help with financial management? whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a shock of my life. my email seems to be 'spoilt'. i cannot read, delete and move mails. all i can do is get to the inbox page and everything does not respond. they said error on page at the bottom left corner, but no matter what i do it remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;now i can't email my friends and sis. sigh. what a thing to happen on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you smell like butter, means i can lick you because i like butter." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a student of mine, Sunday 5 October 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what are the children nowadays thinking of? this sounds totally......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-8958883750829218727?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8958883750829218727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8958883750829218727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/doing-something-lame-right-now.html' title='Doing Something Lame Right now.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-7827278864029569447</id><published>2008-10-04T01:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:22:49.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well..thanks to my dad, i managed to materialise the dream of mine; holding a DSLR that belongs to me solely! ok, maybe anyone might be able to borrow it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course some uncertainty and reluctance there, but i will gladly loan it out. however, we must always see the situation and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;they are right? if it's someone who doesn't use a DSLR, why lend them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok, i know i'm selfish and evil. but who isn't protective over their own stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;adrenaline rush from the day had remained inside of me. feeling dreamy, me and dad had a good dinner at Bugis and headed home after that. carrying the two big bags containing my DSLR and it's complements. that did force me to accept the fact that this is not a dream. yet, still in disbelief, i really am grateful for dad's generous investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm getting my pay soon. hope it'll be some pretty little figures that brightens up my day. i realised that the money i get can't be spend. cos: 1. return dad some money for the DSLR although i know he won't take it. 2. pay sister some money back for the usage of some funds from her account. 3. i already spent on myself before i got my pay? waha. also, believe me, the first point will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;be a sum of insignificant numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i already gave my word to friends and sis to go on a birthday treat on me. dumb idea, but i love it still. what's more than sharing with your loved ones eh? haha. so, i shall start planning on the money breakdown soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;other than dealing with the piano almost everyday, i recently refuelled my desire to draw. weird it seems, as i picked up some charcoal pencils from the secondary days, but i suddenly had the urge to draw. to move that hand of mine freely over a piece of blank paper and producing something beautiful to the eye. something that belongs only to me yet for everyone to see. i love to feed my ego sometimes. dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been the ultimate boredom with a few ups and downs along the way for the past month. although i am satisfied with my life to some extend, it always look as if i am missing out on somethings. i am a greedy person, and it seems we are never satisfied with our life, we want more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the human heart is something i find impossible to fathom. it is a deep pool of emotions and secrets that one can never see with a naked eye. that makes us human right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm still a sinner and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"a movie title from a show: Naked Woman Lying on Her Side." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;what an interesting title eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-7827278864029569447?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/7827278864029569447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/7827278864029569447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/give-thanks.html' title='give thanks.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-6117394228904591546</id><published>2008-10-03T20:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:13:21.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the state of the art ( edited title from previously )/ the day i questioned the word 'fat'.</title><content type='html'>the change of title was all Celia's provocative words from the day. after typing this single sentence, it started to hit me if i will finish it by tonight? also, i thought about the definition of 'fat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why use 'the state of the art'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;all thanks to Celia's informative and descriptive story on her experience with a tranny at work. the trans, a she now, was already in her fifties. the biggest giveaway, from Celia, was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep &lt;/span&gt;voice. being the typical whiny girl, she started recounting an incident involving the tranny and tranny's so-called hunk, or also known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the state of the art&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tranny met mr. 'HUNK' ( you will get the reason for the 'HUNK' soon ) at work one fine day. it started out with ms. tranny '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leering out loud&lt;/span&gt;' at mr. 'HUNK' . these words are taken from Celia: "you have such a nice V-shape. your broad shoulders are so muscular. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;et cetera&lt;/span&gt;.". however, it all came crashing down when Celia said: "but he is fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, Celia's measurement of fat is definitely justifiable, as i know her pretty well. it so happens on another day that ms. tranny went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; over to 'check mr. 'HUNK' out. they agreed to exchange their shirts as one of them was feeling uncomfortable in it ( they were in different uniforms ). however, when ms. tranny handed over the shirt to mr. 'HUNK' she stayed there and said: "go on and change, i don't mind." when they were in the same room. of course she wouldn't hur? it's her 'HUNK' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we see some raised brows? well i would have minded. another view, i admire her for the utmost bravery and straightforwardness i've seen. i would stand in ovation for her ( sarcasm if you don't sense it ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you get the 'HUNK' part now? all Celia could say was: "ya lor, so he is now the state of the art to her." so how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fat &lt;/span&gt;is fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;story re-told by Kon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Special thanks to Celia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;getting on with life, it was a lazy day. words to tell the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wake up.&lt;br /&gt;sms.&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;wake up.&lt;br /&gt;brush teeth.&lt;br /&gt;watch cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;bathe.&lt;br /&gt;smile into mirror.&lt;br /&gt;take necessary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;get out.&lt;br /&gt;reach Tampines Mall.&lt;br /&gt;shop.&lt;br /&gt;meet Celia.&lt;br /&gt;eat.&lt;br /&gt;coffee.&lt;br /&gt;chat and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;see her off at bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;shop.&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;basically that was my day. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awarded &lt;/span&gt;myself 2 new t-shirts. sigh. sinful money spent. but i don't give a damn. sorry. the coffee today was slightly too sweet too, but thanks for the effort Celia's friend, Cyndi ( hope i spelt correctly ). it was nice still. Celia dislikes the bitterness in coffee. I told her that is the fragrance of coffee; the bittersweet wonders just like life. ok, no philosophical stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went trying clothes, look see look see, check out discounts ( the usual me ) and look for any change in the fashion these few days. i've been associating with kids and their parents only! i need to get some air about the world outside right? the kids are always in their assorted tees and shorts that comes together. those filled with...power ranger, elmo, big bird. and many other cartoon characters. despite seeing them every week, i have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*advertisement*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any kind soul here &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where to get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t-shirts with cartoon prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like smurfs or elmo or anything near them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;D.O.T.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"she said 'your shoulders are so broad and muscular. you have such a nice V-shape.' but he is FAT!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Celia, Friday 3 October 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;has the definition of fat evolved with humans along time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-6117394228904591546?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6117394228904591546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6117394228904591546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/state-of-art-edited-title-from.html' title='the state of the art ( edited title from previously )/ the day i questioned the word &apos;fat&apos;.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-2407089789478496346</id><published>2008-10-01T01:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:44:22.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of ( part 2 ).</title><content type='html'>i was shitting ( sorry ) as i thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"why have i never had a quick shit? it seems that i never rush the process of egesting the previously ingested food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the art of egestion&lt;/span&gt; ( trying to be scientific instead of crude ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not to be gross again, but it occurred to me that every time i sit on that cooling toilet seat, i never hurry the thing we do best on it. do you guys have the same observations? hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i thought about it and realised that i always like to take my time in the toilet, like i mentioned before. it happens that a quick poo is never included in my lifetime routine. it is just like my coffee ( not to strike any close resemblance when you have the rush ), which i never rush to finish. the purpose of drinking a coffee is too taste it and the fragrance it has. the intoxicating smell of coffee, not the other brownish thing, is addictive. not to say shitting is addictive but isn't it an everyday thing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;till now, i feel that i have made an impression of weirdness on any incredible soul who have read up to this sentence. i apologise for any queasiness or unpleasant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;. i don't have any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; for the brown thing mentioned above, apart from coffee. absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making my point clear we shall move on, i guess it is also safer to not overdo the brown-thing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dates shown on my posts are actually the day i started writing the post or rather it was supposed to be. some just got messed up. it is the turn of events that got me thinking: some posts can be delayed while some can't. things that happened today will not be as valuable tomorrow. right? therefore, a change must be made when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this brings a thought to my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the art of time management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;boring. never understandable. can never be mastered. these are just the few words plucked from the English language that says all about my approach to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time management&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never fails to get me on my feet thinking about how i should spend my time. however, the amazing opposite would be the outcome instead. staring back in disbelief, it strike me that most of my plans are either disrupted or off schedule. of course time management to me applies mostly to school, sleep, fun and chill for the typical student me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how some people manage to arrange and schedule their time so systematically. i never understand the basis behind time management because i live life as it comes. however, things usually turn out the way we would least likely have expected. Murphy's law is as unpredictable as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always seemed to me that the stories and people in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken Soup &lt;/span&gt;series were of fictional writing. it amuses me with the stories that always end in such an evangelical or simply perfect way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm a sinner still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"are they children if they are always obedient."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; some television drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just as i never was. also, Happy Children's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-2407089789478496346?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2407089789478496346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2407089789478496346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-of-part-2.html' title='the art of ( part 2 ).'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3127240510375829666</id><published>2008-09-30T14:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:56:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Celia mentioned in one of those emails that the art of doing nothing is indeed one skill to acquire. as lame as it seems, it is also a really fascinating skill to learn. there will definitely be times where you have nothing or don't know what to do. even those workaholics will have times as such. however, they are the ones who will be able to get down to something the very next minute of fretting what to do? thus the term workaholics is printed all over their faces in invisible ink to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing nothing is a total waste of time. although it brings about a series of thoughts usually. it results in emo time most often. Celia will agree with me on this for sure, so does Sis. the mind tends to run wild when we are not doing anything, don't you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i start thinking of my life, the regrets i had and also all the times of fun i had. it is also my planning time for shopping, technology updating ( camera studying, new techno gadgets ), future plans and also things to occupy myself with right at that moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's why i find tha art of doing nothing satisfying in a way. it lets me ponder over stuff that i have done, be it right or wrong. i like time on my own. the peaceful, self-centred moments can reflect your life. although my childhood wasn't one filled with nightmares or the frequent cane-threats, it wasn't as distinct as i thought it would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, doing nothing would land me in front of this lappie and start typing away. aside from my naggy ability, i have an endless supply of words from the English language so why not blabber in this democratic society where everyone is supposed to have their say. although ideas do run dry sometimes, it is still possible to write out something which requires lots of editing in the end. i don't like producing sub-standard work, but in school, rushing is the normal way of working for us? however, rushing amidst projects has also made us realise the importance of substantial content. we always insist on making it the best as possible, especially the marketing crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;i hate numbers, but marketing has given me a new insight of numbers. in my marketing module, the figures i dealt with were HUGE. thousands and millions were spent on the wala-wala campaigns, promotions and adverts. coincidentally, it has always been my job to settle the financial section of our proposal. numbers. has seem to become my forte in the marketing section although i claim to hate numbers. after realising the art of numbers, i call myself the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;number-man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"your ah gong loves to sell newspaper ( read: big mouth )" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom, in chinese, Wednesday 1 October 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3127240510375829666?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3127240510375829666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3127240510375829666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-of.html' title='the art of.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-9207759522875273184</id><published>2008-09-30T13:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:29:43.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>natural to man-made wonders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;randomly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather, an unpredictable natural phenomenon that never fails to upset me. spoil the plans. ruin the day. my must-go-swimming plan was spoiled. ok, maybe half the reason was my late awakening, but it was because the weather was bad. waking up early to a dark sky got me tucking back into bed. what's better than dozing or lazing in bed on such a dark cold morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep sleep sleep. i woke up just a while ago and decided to give my fingers some morning exercises while i am filling my mouth with the fruit cake from Bengawan Solo. it is &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; sweet. despite me having a sweet tooth for such stuff, i found it slightly too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food. another natural/manually prepared to be eaten treasure that never fails to bring smiles. i miss sashimi. although i only take salmon sashimi. given the fact that i hate them before, it was funny how i got addicted to salmon sashimi now. it did not taste as bad as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sipping away at my coffee, i still find Coffee Bean's range of caffeine filled drinks much more effective in satisfying the need for a caffeine boost. Nescafe is so normal tasting. time to go coffee shopping soon. any recommendations? Coffee is just a part of me. i love it and the process of finishing it can take real long. it is meant to be tasted and enjoyed right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my breakfast has never been of a proper meal. it's always mixed with anything edible. like today, there was bread, cake and &lt;em&gt;rice&lt;/em&gt;. yes, rice. also not forgetting my coffee. it is always a weird combi of different stuff. one reason being that mum likes to cook and leave stuff behind for us to eat. second reason is the supposedly lunch time for the norm has become my breakfast time, making it a brunch instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brunch was a new word to me in secondary. i never knew we could join the words breakfast and lunch together. blame it on my pea-brain and slow development in the intelligence department, i was rather astonished when i knew about it. it did cause several damage to my already pea-brain though. it made me suffer from &lt;em&gt;joining words syndrome&lt;/em&gt;. it made me join words involuntarily without much thinking, not that i have much brain to think. for example, space + place = splace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to explain this, but that happens when my mind is thinking about the two words not knowing which to use. then the end product would be...the combination of both. how wonderful?! is this something occurring naturally or totally man-made? a slip of the tongue, it is involuntary though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember racking my brains when the teacher asked "nature or nurture". it always occurred to me that whenever i see someone less fortunate, was it their karma? fate? or their parents' genes or wad? were they specially chosen? i have to thank that special one who gave me a perfect or rather almost perfect body. i can use all 5 senses, although my eyes are slightly defective, all my internal organs are intact and working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the weather remained rainy.&lt;br /&gt;dad got stuck in the rain with a puncture.&lt;br /&gt;grandma was admitted into hospital.&lt;br /&gt;finished the kiddos' presents.&lt;br /&gt;not going to pack for tomorrow's piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;signing off for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~k~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i am good, without one 'o'."&lt;/strong&gt; Corey, the Bro, Saturday 27 September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-9207759522875273184?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/9207759522875273184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/9207759522875273184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/natural-to-man-made-wonders.html' title='natural to man-made wonders.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-7371791831958471651</id><published>2008-09-29T00:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:44:55.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moo. munching grass.</title><content type='html'>like i said, my posts are getting out of hand. the dates and time dun match at all. but at the very least it is still a post. so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. my weekends have been burnt so as to relief-teach for my Sis. don't really mind it especially this few weeks as my parents are real nice to fetch me off from work. Saturday was no exception. Dad fetched me home after getting his lottery done at the new found outlet just below the music school. the first reactions the parents had were of sheer excitement. like duh...it is just the number buying place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping prodigy, me, slept through the ride home. kind of felt bad to dad for treating him like my chauffeur. we were going out for dinner after picking up grandma at my aunty's house. headed off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Timah&lt;/span&gt; with a growling stomach to greet my aunty's father-in-law. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; went overseas for some business trip and Grandma went over to look after the children cos they fell ill ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; house underwent several renovations to re-vamp and re-beautify the landed property. the only one thing i love is still the grand piano. of course the giant Pooh bear seems to be a good chair as well. the grand piano is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. it was installed with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;electronic&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;giz&lt;/span&gt; which i cannot remember it's name. it is damn nice, furthermore, the piano plays on its own when you play with the buttons on the gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the piano. we went to a nearby veggie restaurant to fill our stomach. it was definitely good and satisfying after topping everything with my favourite '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;orh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' or yam paste, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not wrong. i felt like a cow that night too. we ordered this dish that lets you wrap the mock meat in lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SOD1D4xtNnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TtWS2xvlIng/s1600-h/P270908_19.50%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SOD1D4xtNnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TtWS2xvlIng/s320/P270908_19.50%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251466612643280498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the veg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SOD1HNekfoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ek9z5gMnH5o/s1600-h/P270908_20.41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SOD1HNekfoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ek9z5gMnH5o/s320/P270908_20.41.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251466669739769474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now you know my love for the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;two tubs of Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's were picked up at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt; after dinner too. lots of chips and bites went along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; the trolley. went home. catch some time off the F1 race and a flying car greeted us. that was the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Someday you'll know' plays in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i have the nicest ass!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt;, always.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3727645967958647426-7371791831958471651?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/7371791831958471651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/7371791831958471651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/moo-munching-grass.html' title='moo. munching grass.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SOD1D4xtNnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TtWS2xvlIng/s72-c/P270908_19.50%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-2137753750763607479</id><published>2008-09-27T18:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:44:18.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair. the one on top.</title><content type='html'>it is intriguing to me that my hair, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;the top of the multi-cellular me, is growing at such a rate. at the same time, it has been bugging me since the day i am exposed to the barber or salons. the barber when it's the dad and salon when it's the mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutting hair was seen as a hindrance during the young days. the thought of being stuck to a chair with only occasional movements of the head ( only down and up? ), sends spasmodic notices that screams "NO!" to the brain. defying the mum's orders will only result in the not-so-legendary sutra from all mothers to spill and drown me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, being the fashion disaster in the past ( not to say i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; trendy now, cos i'm not ), it has never crossed my mind that a hair style defines a person too. it took me several adolescent years to realise that. it was during the secondary days that i started having a mind of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, deviating, but i have so many unfinished posts. posts for different stuff. and the dates are running wild. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dates&lt;/span&gt; as in 27 September 2008 kind of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;back to the hair-y issue. i am still in the midst of finding one hair style that i can wear for a long time. one that really suits me? i have been getting so many different views from all around me. Celia says the slightly long and helmet-looking hair is cute. Sis and Shu says keep it short and sweet. classmates also say shorter seems better. Bro says keep it long ( the only one that i tend to trust the least ). sorry bro, not to comment on your taste. guess i'll have to carry on searching for that my-own look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, my hair grows like weeds. see the sun and they grow. ma new hair cut will never last more than 2 weeks. after the 14th day, it will look out of shape and starts the evolution once more. its like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the plains ------ grasslands ------ bushes ------ helmet ------ longer helmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is the evolution cycle hur? dots. bad hair days will result on periodic occurrence as it will usually be during the middle stage, bushes, only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone with remedies to slow down hair growth? on the top. dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"if there is a fire, Kon must run first." &lt;/span&gt;Celia, when my hair was a 'bush-look-alike'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-2137753750763607479?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2137753750763607479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2137753750763607479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/hair-one-on-top.html' title='hair. the one on top.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3951216412345179249</id><published>2008-09-26T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:53:59.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a child once more.</title><content type='html'>on a fine day, i am sitting down in front of the pixel screen, thinking of the various gifts or ways to give the kids. thanks to sis, i've got a whole bunch of jumpy frisky kiddos climbing over me. it's their day next Wednesday, the kiddos' day, and also Hari Raya Puasa. and i don't have to teach! how wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was spoilt by the rain in the morning. i actually wanted to go for a swim ( i did prepare the stuff already the previous night ). however, the rain seemed to have dampen the whole thing. semi-awake, i heard or i thought i heard mum talking on the phone and some background television sounds. i thought it would be a day with her at home again. so, i went back to sleep since i can't swim. i slept till 1. woke up and realise the sun is out, but i don't have the time to go dipping cos my cousin's coming over for tuition at 3 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it did seem like a short span in between to go for a quick swim, but that's the point. i don't like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quick&lt;/span&gt;. no pun intended, but i don't really like to do things fast. i take at least an hour to get out of the house. so i decided to skip the pool and just go down to grab some lunch, actually brunch, and to check out the sell-almost-everything SKP outlet downstairs for any cheapo deals for the kiddos' day. thinking bout that, i remembered all the times i peeked into the bag or presents for children's day in the past. all i see would be stationery, stationery and stationery. maybe some sweets or other stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohyea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okies. i have prepared 8 out of the 20 something presents for the kiddos. just for the bunch tomorrow. off to bed i guess. need to sleep and dream of that so near yet so far DSLR. yes, i am obsessed over those pieces of lens and techno bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i 'pu zhen' ( chinese for placing formations ) before shitting." &lt;/span&gt;Kon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3951216412345179249?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3951216412345179249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3951216412345179249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/child-once-more.html' title='a child once more.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-399532519013296953</id><published>2008-09-25T00:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:47:27.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love toilets.</title><content type='html'>not to sound kinky or any where near it, but i do find the toilet a really comforting and relaxing tiny area part of a house. not regarding those times of waking up late, runny stools or washing the clothes, the toilet-experience is always rejuvenating. to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toilet = zen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it is one place i can forget about everything. not to mention certain events that require some butt exercising ( i need not elaborate hur? ). you might ask why such a topic? thanks to the egestion of the remnants from the day, it got my mind thinking: "oh. i realise that my mind is usually blank while i'm in the toilet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the morning baths which i never fail to not open my eyes not to say think, i usually carry an empty head, not literally, into the toilet. not those short trips during the day of course, but the ones where i build up my already-very-strong relationship with the toilet bowl and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another point is: i love water. I don't really drink a lot. however, i love being in water. the weather these days have not been in the least bit encouraging though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;although it is still a month away, i am already thinking of the various ways to celebrate my birthday. to have a small bash? small gathering? different nights for different friends? just a couple of close friends? sigh. spoilt for choices...or rather...thinking bout the costs? my dream of a DSLR seems to have made it through to the parents. thus, it means my pay for the month will be almost half gone after paying for the camera. it is worthwhile for me, but that puts my birthday at some danger of a cheap and some-where-near situation. not that i don't like cheap and hawker food but i kinda wan a nice celebration this year. at least a slightly better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following the never-knew-before tradition of our family's, i will have to be home/with the family for my birthday dinner. we never thought of this as a tradition till last year when sis got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;butter-ed&lt;/span&gt; the parents cos she wasn't home. it is now a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tradition &lt;/span&gt;that seems to start only recently? what a tradition eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a note to Celia, Zhuang, Chet and May: i am kinda tired and a little out of stuff for the emails. so i hope this will do for now. i will still reply you guys, maybe a little late that's all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we got so bored, we counted the number of squares we used in the toilet while s**ting." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-399532519013296953?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/399532519013296953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/399532519013296953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-toilets.html' title='i love toilets.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3525456673951825427</id><published>2008-09-23T21:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:35:49.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i felt feverish.</title><content type='html'>was it  the oyster at 85? the otah? the prawn mee? or wadeva else i ate? the weird thing was it only started to upset my internal system one day later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the 85 dinner on Friday night but my stomach only started aching on Sunday morning. the pain was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; bad. it made me shiver in bed for the last few precious minutes of my sleep ( i still had to teach ). it was a really bad day. i still had to count for the kids while leaning against the wall to not fall while the periodic pain haunted me the whole day. it was a amazing mix of feelings. not to be gross or sick but it was really enlightening to experience that. I felt kind of near to the heavens as i was really feeling exhausted and blur the whole time. i even read the wrong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clef &lt;/span&gt;( the music clefs ) for a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the feeling was kind of rush-to-the-toilet, too-pain-to-move yet i have to alternate between sitting and standing because it seems to help a little. the worst thing was my head. it started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pounding&lt;/span&gt;. those headaches where you literally feel it pulsing. furthermore, i felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;, as in temperature wise la. dots. that day was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loooooong&lt;/span&gt; day for me. 2 panadols did help a little though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream for a DSLR also seemed to be getting nearer yet getting away now. the parents actually agreed to go check it out that fateful day ( mum had other motives as well ). we went to Courts ( Mega store ) to check out the promotions they were having for a Canon's DSLR. at least we found it to be genuine and not some 'fake' marketing scheme they had, unlike the laptop mum was keen to check out. shall not elaborate on the 'fake' marketing scheme then. however, the mum was not really pleased so she changed the subject away from my camera, so there goes my dream? sigh. i am still on the quest to get it. i shall continue my psycho-ing and persuasion to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis is having fun there now, compared to her semi-loneliness while touring with the group cos she is with her friend and soon with Shu. misses them and really wish to be there too. i miss Austria and i want some time to travel Europe too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;no money no talk. life is simply like that. money is everything, isn't it? i remember playing a song when i was young that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Money can't buy everything.&lt;br /&gt;Money can't make you a king.&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy happiness..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;please. money &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;everything now?! it is the simplest form of communication in fact. it is equivalent to language. the different currency means different language. however, i guess there is no limit to being rich. humans are never satisfied hur? i admit i am never satisfied with what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm a sinner. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"BJ ar...means Banana Juice lor."&lt;/span&gt; Shu or YX&lt;/span&gt;, Saturday 26 July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3525456673951825427?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3525456673951825427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3525456673951825427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-felt-feverish.html' title='i felt feverish.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5199335819851402220</id><published>2008-09-19T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:01:25.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday celebration at 4 days earlier.</title><content type='html'>yea. apologises to Chet. kinda bad of us to celebrate this early but i think we have no other choices either. it was also kinda not even a celebration. just a cup of sugarcane for you and what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;ambiance we have tonight. so...maybe another time where you are free and we shall make it up to ya. Happy 19th Birthday to you still! in advance of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celia definitely wants me to post quick cos she told me: "finally my views can be heard" when i asked her about the tag board. it still seems problematic but i think it is still working somehow. i'm an technology dino in this field. so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about some punny and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting &lt;/span&gt;statements made, i have decided to recall them at the end of every post. do look out for it babes ( Celia, Zhuang, May and maybe Shu or Sis ). most of them should come from Shu and Me or Celia. today was kinda boring other than the dinner. i had to teach my cousin English for 2 and a half hours. it was awfully slow and sluggish to think about, even now. who the hell can do that? her mum kinda insisted cos her exams are nearing but i pity her cos she is not the kind who will stick her butt down there for that long. not to say absorb any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;information&lt;/span&gt; after the first hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had the Chet's mini make-do party. which was hilarious before dear army boy Chet appeared out of no where. just as he arrived, we finished our game of Ah Bollin tasting. you know those round ball-like thing with filling in the bowl of soup, called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tang Yuan&lt;/span&gt; or rather Ah Bollin at Bedok 85? yea. we had that for after-dinner dessert. upon putting it down at our table, i realised that we did not know which miserable single ball was sesame as Zhuang wanted one. so...the guessing and tasting game started. with each of us taking one and trying ( there were 6, so there was 2 rounds ). why the trouble? because dear Celia hates sesame. the first round got all of us peanut filling. and so fortunately, Celia got the sesame one next. which was really funny if u could see the shock and whining face of hers before biting into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Uncle ( Celia's dad ), we managed to get home early in his rather cute white van. the journey added on to our fun eh? Uncle led us into singing the birthday song and also some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;fun songs. and Uncle is truly an entertainer. thanks lots! i hoped the trip home for the others was fun-filled too since i was the first to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some really bad pictures which was randomly snapped:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPDdDYamAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ql1_ubHDWSQ/s1600-h/P190908_20.53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPDdDYamAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ql1_ubHDWSQ/s320/P190908_20.53.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247752894708094978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ah Bollins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPKVZEtB1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/V2yTl4EMDH0/s1600-h/P190908_20.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPKVZEtB1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/V2yTl4EMDH0/s320/P190908_20.54.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247760459673438034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPDd3ZhcTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rAs-wQiGpJM/s1600-h/P190908_20.55%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPDd3ZhcTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rAs-wQiGpJM/s320/P190908_20.55%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247752908671381810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPDdtAw08I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HB9qC636VDY/s1600-h/P190908_20.55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPDdtAw08I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HB9qC636VDY/s320/P190908_20.55.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247752905883177922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celia's bad experience with sesame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPJFYOB8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wnsLJN1aUnA/s1600-h/P190908_21.49%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPJFYOB8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wnsLJN1aUnA/s320/P190908_21.49%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247759085054586962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPJFPt_asI/AAAAAAAAAHw/E07B19fTD_g/s1600-h/P190908_21.49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPJFPt_asI/AAAAAAAAAHw/E07B19fTD_g/s320/P190908_21.49.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247759082772720322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPDeP6hNUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MDB0z34l-CI/s1600-h/P190908_21.48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPDeP6hNUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MDB0z34l-CI/s320/P190908_21.48.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247752915252229442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shots in Celia's dad's car...i know i spoilt the second picture. sigh. Celia, you forgot to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advertise &lt;/span&gt;the Milo ice-cream ( Chet's pathetic cake )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that's about all i guess. nothing much to add on. kudos to my long day tomoro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"she ( shall not name ) pee half squatting"&lt;/span&gt; Shu&lt;/span&gt;, Friday 22 August 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/3727645967958647426-5199335819851402220?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5199335819851402220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5199335819851402220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-celebration-at-4-days-earlier.html' title='birthday celebration at 4 days earlier.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SNPDdDYamAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ql1_ubHDWSQ/s72-c/P190908_20.53.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5881256641738789122</id><published>2008-09-19T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:53:29.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sleeping prodigy.</title><content type='html'>it's just amazing how easy i can leap into slumberland without any second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i can fall asleep on any forms of transport within 5 minutes ( provided i am not energised fully or after some high suger in-take ).&lt;br /&gt;2. i fall asleep every night within minutes of tucking myself in ( that is why i have to set the radio's timer on so as to save electricity ).&lt;br /&gt;3. i can sleep again after brushing teeth and washing up.&lt;br /&gt;4. if i'm bored, sleeping seems to be fun cos that will be the first thing i do.&lt;br /&gt;5. i am becoming immune to the various songs for my alarms ( the Smurfs, CAptain Planet and some Chipmunk song. i guarantee you that they are not in the least bit soft ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. Captain PLanet. Imagine: "Earth! Fire! Wind! Water! Heart! Go Planet!" while in some la-la land of yours. who wouldn't wake up right?! the problem is..i won't. maybe i am just hearing it too often. i am planning to solve this with those metal clanging clocks. the one with the metal bells. tat seems to be the only way to salvage my too-deep-sleep syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's teaching was overwhelming. i am so exhuasted from counting for them. 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and......and on it goes till they finish the damn song. and sometimes i even have to change the tempo cos they got stuck. or it would be reading the notes out loud for them instead. however, i cannot really complain cos they are still kids after all. although some are big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after years of exclusion from children's day, i have to face it this year! presents for the little ones. it has been years since i last celebrated it. ideas. i need ideas for presents to give them. i cannot possible make a card for every single one of them. i will go bonkers and my hands will be numb after the 20 something cards?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, but i will have to post a different post for the events today, 19 September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-5881256641738789122?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5881256641738789122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5881256641738789122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleeping-prodigy.html' title='the sleeping prodigy.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-8399759970621254508</id><published>2008-09-17T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:31:16.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day i spend such money again.</title><content type='html'>noticed the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;?? that's the main idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before earning much income from the relief teaching i am currently embarked on, i actually went to indulge in some self-pampering shopping. yea. i am those who 'spend-2-bucks-when-they-only-have-1' kind of person. well..at least i know the money will come in at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life recently has been monotonous. just like the life line of a person's heartbeat when they are dead. it has been simply three words. Eat. Sleep. Teach. ok, maybe also online movie-ing? yea. i'm a pirate. is this safe to declare? reminds me of those customs where that two lanes are there for you to choose. I have always harboured this thought about it when i was young: "who the hell will ever drive into the 'something to declare lane' ?? like duh...'i have some pirated CDs on me now. do check me.' But, that was the dumb and pea-brained period of my life. although i might still be that pea-brained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been two weeks into the holidays and i've been missing friends. sigh. chalets, birthdays and some gatherings coming up. dunno if i should attend every single one of them, but...i do feel like going. to spice up a little?! anyways..my shopping cart lately got filled with some stuff which i have longed for. although clothes are not included cos i can nvr get my hands off them. my dream to explode the cupboard of mine is still on-going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum went to Jakarta over the weekend to settle some accounts stuff. of cos, i bugged her to do some shopping as well. i got a bag and polo-t in return, not a bad catch after all. the bathroom slippers her hotel provided were in fact, made of styrofoam. which i have never seen. cos i only saw cloth and those cushioned types. also, i dun understand why they actually took it back. although i know people do collect them, the shampoo and soap bottles, toothbrush and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;et cetera&lt;/span&gt;. i am itching to travel too. the last time i went overseas wasn't a tour or free and easy trip. it was kinda a planned and forced trip by the parents. i want a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real  &lt;/span&gt;holiday. i'm suffering from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jet lack&lt;/span&gt;. yes. lack of jets cos i have not taken a plane for years?? as in for holiday. kind souls out there..please donate to my "help Kon fly" campaign. thank you very much. you can send your donations directly to Tampines Street 11 Blk......( i dun intend to have a stalker tailing me after this post, although i know i won't )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celia must be nagging away about how i have forgotten bout her. haha. definitely whining away. therefore, be glad that we are gonna catch up on Friday alright?! teaching kids has really improved my patience ( yes! just after two weeks ). some parents are among the factors though. parents are classified by me into three groups now: 1. the really nice and friendly ones. 2. the over protective and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiam pa bin &lt;/span&gt;( asking-for-it-face ) ones,. 3. those where talking to them equates to putting your head in the lion's mouth kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a case of no. 3 came across me last week. although a little exaggerated, they were giving me a hard time while i was teaching their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; daughter ( who does not practice much and chooses song that she likes only ). i might not be that experienced but at the very least i can teach still. sigh. some people are just arrogant and stubborn. but i'm fine. i'll be happy if he pulls her out for the time being, till sis returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright den, off to munching some food before leaving for work. a long day today cos the administrator did me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favour  &lt;/span&gt;by not having classes yesterday and pushing them to today. which is going to eat away at my dinner time. oh god. i'm going to have to starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-8399759970621254508?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8399759970621254508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8399759970621254508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-i-spend-such-money-again.html' title='the first day i spend such money again.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-9137461476345837721</id><published>2008-09-05T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:20:32.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i ended up sleeping for 12 hours.</title><content type='html'>yes! i am so proud to say i have slept for a whole 12 hours today! what a pig i am eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i dozed off, as usual, within minutes of flopping around in my bed in the wee hours of the dawn. could not open my eyes when my ex-maid called. ( she comes to our house to help out once a week now ) forced myself to read Auntie Penny's msg ( the music school's administrator ), as i could not open my eyes still. and i continued sleeping till my ex-maid arrived. greeted her and gulped down a glass of water..and..went back to laze on my bed. amazingly, i fell asleep once more. i woke up and went strolling around the house talking to the siblings and the ex-maid. siblings then went out so i went back to my slumber party on bed. my ex-maid left not long after. therefore, i went back to snoring away as i was too bored. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wad a day eh? was waiting for some signs from the sun to let me tan. however, it seems that the sun is kinda moody these days? sis will be flying off tomoro. to her euro tour. i'm jealous. she had also asked me and bro to help her to cook tomoro. before she flies. we know she can't cook, thus we had no choice but to promise her in order to save our kitchen from any mishaps just before she flies. we need to rely on it for survival while she is gone. cause mum recently stocked up on some ready-made baked rice (which seems to be able to last months?) that only requires the baking portion to be done. which i had some trouble today. the oven seems to be more complicated than i expected. or maybe it was just my lousy skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, mum has been nagging away since awhile ago. just because i'm not sleeping. it gets kinda annoying yet i can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! lastly, i have a problem with this dumbass lappie of mine. WHY CAN'T I PLAY SIMS2 on this stupid technology gizmo. sigh. i'm deprived of stuff to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bored.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-9137461476345837721?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/9137461476345837721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/9137461476345837721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-i-ended-up-sleeping-for-12-hours.html' title='the day i ended up sleeping for 12 hours.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-8177424945287398618</id><published>2008-09-03T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:33:54.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project for success.Status: Completed</title><content type='html'>it has been sometime since exams had ended. so it means..end of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aim to do well is over and all i can do would be sitting around and wait for the fruits of my not-so-hard-efforts. in the meantime, i have started relief teaching for my sister at her music school. teaching these kids requires certain patience. some are tempting me to use a rope, kinda k**ky eh. okies. no pun  intended. just a joke. i might be fired if this goes out to the school's management. therefore, i shall keep myself safe by &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;mentioning the school's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the few days in the school had been rather fun despite some 'scary' kids who definitely cannot sit still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finishing exams meant more time for me to do my stuff i guess. definitely sleeping more nowadays. so grateful for this chance to snore and drool away till noon. (okies..i do not snore much except for days where my sinus crops up and drooling..hmmm..recently..it seems that i have the habit of opening my mouth while sleeping. maybe it's the block nose?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the traveling time to and fro from the school is also therapeutic. it takes me about &lt;em&gt;1 and a half hours&lt;/em&gt; to travel, provided that the waiting time is short and i walk instead of stroll. well, i walk rather quick so strolling to me would be real slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than teaching and sleeping, it has been a bore recently. other than having a game of badminton on Monday with the brother and his fellowship. ( 2 cousins and a friend of my cousin's ) i have been neglecting the gym for some time. thus, i'm going to make it a point to get my growing ass in there again. i'm not getting fatter but i'm kinda growing less toned? compared to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while on the way home yesterday, i realised that i am really 'blinded in the night', in short night-blinded. i cannot see! okies, exaggerating, i can see but its not clear. especially when the light is low. sighs. good luck to me eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis would be flying over to europe in the &lt;em&gt;early hours&lt;/em&gt; of Saturday (3am), so we will have to be at the airport at 12mn or 1?? no idea. that rich ass is gonna tour euro for almost &lt;em&gt;2 months&lt;/em&gt;! envy and jealousy is all i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. sighs. back to my slumber land and tv-land then. mum came back sulking and nagging. scolded bro for lying and nagged at dad for dozing off when he was supposed to fetch her. sighs. off to my bomb shelter before i'm decapitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-8177424945287398618?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8177424945287398618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8177424945287398618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/project-for-successstatus-completed.html' title='Project for success.Status: Completed'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-1829557360816292928</id><published>2008-08-19T18:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:05:24.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project for success 005 etc.</title><content type='html'>Okies. something dumb occurred so i'll just have to re-type my post once again. Sorry Celia, despite your non-stoppable complains and warnings, i still did not manage to post this entry out asap. but, it is now here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;appetisers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236262298465169186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKrw0UrJbyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u7wpgz-IHu8/s320/P090808_19.55.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This interesting storage compartment had our eyes affixed on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236262305733873506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKrw0vwJD2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gJWTOP2NpNo/s320/P090808_19.56.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't it just funny? a 'toilet-bowl' design to dumb your dirty laundry in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236272307403026898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKr566348dI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1BSHhvANViA/s320/P090808_21.26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and...my sis topped the shopping trip with a not really funny joke. &lt;em&gt;"eh, that looks weird and wrong." quoted from Shirin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236272311891539458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKr57LmCNgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SsD9L8PIMhk/s320/P090808_21.25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she said it resembled a condom. does it? ok la..in a way it does. that's why i flipped it over. but the 'head' is kind of too flat? hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236262322006035602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKrw1sXujJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ilKBK9Ewts/s320/P090808_21.51.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKrzEIptlwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sDV3anA-_VU/s1600-h/P090808_21.51%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236264769139087106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKrzEIptlwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sDV3anA-_VU/s320/P090808_21.51%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and i found the famous Esplanade durians. although the top is also flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was a thrilling day. had lots of laughs cos me and Shu went sitting on every chair we see. testing out all the recliners and rocking-chair to see if they were &lt;em&gt;'good'&lt;/em&gt;. if you don't get the meaning. its alright. &lt;em&gt;"this one too noisy lei. sounds like some bad bed. not good." quoted from Shu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKrzEVOpLzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/005Pb2ZEVmU/s1600-h/P100808_00.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the last week of school arrived with much pressure. projects' deadlines! well..in the midst of all this work and stress, i still felt that we did enjoy and really laughed in between these projects. This was something we found while editing our 'Remaking-a-scene Project' for Single Camera Production. Look:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236264776159717282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKrzEizj56I/AAAAAAAAAGg/zMge9nD9Wew/s320/P130808_13.06.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; it's kinda blur, so sorry. it actually reads: "&lt;strong&gt;You are best defense against dataloss&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i know im in no shoes to say much, but maybe check for grammar errors before posting or sending anything for print? it might be a wiser choice cos that's what we have learnt in school. anyways, it was rather amazing that i could actually wake up this morning! it has been an obstacle for me to wake up before the 12 noon timeline. i have been sleeping my days away, but i still did my revision. im all so 'prepped up' for BMR! yea, i am. or rather..i am more prepared for some Pokemon games? waha. Thanks to Haikel (no sarcasm here) i have the chance to play Pokemon again. i know it's that stupid-running around aimlessly-boring-childish game, but it's a good past time especially when i'm too bored with the notes around me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;as for the next few days..Firework Fest! this Friday and sat. definitely will be going i guess. i love the crowd. sometimes only though. other than that..more studying and Olympic watching? Singapore Table-Tennis Women has both of them (Li Jia Wei &amp;amp; Feng Tian Wei) in the top 8 already. All the best yea! and to the Men's Yang Zi, be the first to climb high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKrzEzeSCII/AAAAAAAAAGo/qScVB-M30hs/s1600-h/P140808_10.47.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..i shall just return back to my slumber. erm..no..studying? i will just find something to do. i need food, getting hungry. as for Celia, hope this post is enuf for now?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~k~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-1829557360816292928?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/1829557360816292928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/1829557360816292928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-for-success-005-etc.html' title='Project for success 005 etc.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SKrw0UrJbyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u7wpgz-IHu8/s72-c/P090808_19.55.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-1773571537850953152</id><published>2008-08-10T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:35:38.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project for success 004 ('untitle-ble')</title><content type='html'>im just confused at at lost for titles because this post will be a 'rojak' of stuff that has been smothering and perking me as well..so..mixed emotions and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..National Day first. Singapore is now officially 43 and 1 day old. it was a fun-filled day visiting the animals! had great fun! den we went IKEA. i love that place. its filled with all kinds of possible furniture and extras. so many household items we can find uses for. tat day started bad..ended bad though. the parents were kinda amazing! they could start their interrogation at anytime! and i mean anytime cos they were still sleeping when my sis and i disrupted them. it ended with more nagging from them because i had to skip some religious thing to celebrate dear Zhuang's (another secondary friend of mine) Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start with, im no religious person already, not to say that this religion of mine has certain really illogical strict rules. First, they are a rigid bunch of people who doesn't seem to understand the meaning of 'holiday' and 'important events (like the Olympics)'. it is frustrating at times to mess up a plan you have since weeks ago, just because of a mere religious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse of all..i am sorry to say, but i feel that this religion is getting in the way of our family. i seriously hope that will never be a reason between fall outs among the family. mum and dad are getting more picky for no obvious reasons (to me). sis has been nagged at for not attending. me and bro for not wanting to go. but..isn't this supposed to be a decision made by ourselves?! i don't understand how it works. i don't. not to say that this religion is all that bad, it does have its strong points too. being traditional is a value but it is not the best way? churches are getting interesting in fact&lt;em&gt;. seriously&lt;/em&gt;.  not to provoke anyone, but i am tired of this. liberation is needed at times still. it is smothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liberation. the one thing that never seems to exists in this house. something my parents can never let go? i dunno. they just seem to think we never grow. we have grown so much and also times are changing. don't you think the before 11 rule doesn't work anymore? i understand their concern, but it might be better if they show it in other ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today (10 August) was Zhuang's bday. we went to this rather 'wulu' / not-really -known place in Bedok to sing. i've lost my voice. anyways, we had a fun time there although dear Zhuang had to leave earlier for some concert thing. sads,  but we made full use of the time there. the cake was delicious! atmosphere was high. present was nice. card was b-e-a-utiful!! (cos i made it?) and Celia made a bouquet with balloons! how cool eh? she is the one entertainer i cannot imagine. we went to Shu's house for dinner after that. and she cooked! it was really great. yummilicious! but not much chilling other than Olympic watching and remembering that dad threatened to make me reach home by 11. ok..maybe not threaten but a firm note. sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so..the day was spent rather well..except the fact that im gonna get mashed by my parents? they are so gonna kill me, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tomorrow will be a better day. filming. filming. filming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nights den. i wan sleep. zZz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~k~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-1773571537850953152?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/1773571537850953152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/1773571537850953152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-for-success-004-untitle-ble.html' title='Project for success 004 (&apos;untitle-ble&apos;)'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-8149386667408007768</id><published>2008-08-06T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T02:11:43.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random and bored.</title><content type='html'>for appetizer, i took a funny excerpt from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; yesterday with Celia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ma says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i might hate yr wife(i told u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get jealous) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D.A.R.N.O.K. *Body Malfunctioning Reason* says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D.A.R.N.O.K. *Body Malfunctioning Reason* says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o my god.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D.A.R.N.O.K. *Body Malfunctioning Reason* says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is funny.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Ma says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah! throw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;follwers&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Ma says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*flowers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D.A.R.N.O.K. *Body Malfunctioning Reason* says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;throw flowers at her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Ma says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tts&lt;/span&gt; is getting somewhere! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Ma says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go tip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kon&lt;/span&gt;, noted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D.A.R.N.O.K. *Body Malfunctioning Reason* says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huh?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Ma says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kon&lt;/span&gt; i was saying throw flowers while yr walk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Ma says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the idea of throwing at her also can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks babe. tats really funny. you had me laughing the whole night despite the stress. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;norbit&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. This time, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; was not censored in any form to retain its original meaningful essence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;waha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach feels weird as i sit here tabulating and graph-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; the results of the surveys. it feels kinda upset-ted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in school making graphs that seems to make no sense to me. its really colourful. look:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231832666528223666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJs0FzyzEbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BkGmp7PHhTk/s320/P080808_01.38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJs0FifeASI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cuO4u7LAr34/s1600-h/P080808_01.37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231832661883748642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJs0FifeASI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cuO4u7LAr34/s320/P080808_01.37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after..some re-vamping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7 of August, a bad day. our filming was screwed with an interference with the audio. we need to re-film. wonderful. had my vegetarianism speech today for public speaking. the only subject that i feel can score A easily. it's all about talking. so the day started off and ended off with something similar; group project. how interesting could my life be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the rain was pouring just now as we were slogging away in the middle of the library at 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor. with smuggled food and drinks which we had to hide from this nosey guard. the rain might have made it colder as all of us were freezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my sis returned home right after i did. she told us a really funny story of her journey home. this woman hopped onto a cab who claims to be a new driver after 35 days and unsure of how to exit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Serangoon&lt;/span&gt; Gardens. i am alright with this, but the tickling part was the journey in that particular cab. according to my sis, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cabbie&lt;/span&gt; had a fetish to step on the brakes?! and right in the middle of the road. in order to catch the sign boards, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cabbie&lt;/span&gt; actually braked in the middle lane not once, not twice but a few times. my poor sis had a puke-jerking way home. she decided to get out halfway just to save herself and the jumping meter i suppose. however, the uncle did not give her any discounts or whatsoever but instead charged the full price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BMR&lt;/span&gt; is done! i am so proud to say that i have finished compiling this research paper which seems &lt;em&gt;godly&lt;/em&gt;  to me.. seriously, i swear i will never touch such a thing again and this is totally insane to put together. i am so amazed with me and my group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; confirmed with my sis to relief her other lessons while she is away on her euro tour.. which i am dam jealous of, but have no money to go. therefore, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; stuck with working during the holidays to earn that extra bucks and also not waste time. piano teaching is quite a good business eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this post is cut short in due of Celia's complains of clicking my blog for the 123983748358 time but no updates done yet. so..i guess i need to account to someone now more often than before and thus, more posts i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~k~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-8149386667408007768?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8149386667408007768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8149386667408007768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-and-bored.html' title='random and bored.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJs0FzyzEbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BkGmp7PHhTk/s72-c/P080808_01.38.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5386447777048474084</id><published>2008-08-05T22:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T03:08:38.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project for success 003</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Project for success has been failing badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been last minute work all along. im going without sleep for days. the heat in me is rising. the fact that deadlines are coming. projects undone. projects undone still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..it has been quite a day. with all the work and SPSS. check out spss.com for more information. this phase of project for success is revolving all around school work and only school work i hope. even when im blogging here, im actually typing away at my report as well. this is how multi-tasking can be done eh. facing the report is just like putting my head in the lion's mouth, wishing that it will not shut down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been rather monotone with all these projects and stuff. everything revolves around coursework now. i dun regret this but i do feel that we need a break after everything. its all crashing down on us. good luck to us. i am sure we all need it. to all in CMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Celia has planned the outing day. amazing job and really impressive. it was kinda funny yet really nice of you to do it babe. anyways, this is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going out to that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perverted bastard&lt;/span&gt; who actually went to &lt;em&gt;conveniently&lt;/em&gt; 'take' my friend's bra in NTU's hostel. its kinda funny why such people exists. haha. dun really want to imagine the after-doings by this sick dude. so do watch out eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is falling apart. literally. im getting sick, because of all the lack of sleep and water. which i, no matter how hard i try, can never make it a habit to drink plenty of water. maybe it's because of the fact that i have a small bladder? although scientific research shows that males have larger bladders than females on average, i think i might be the below average species? a 500-ml bottle of water will be sufficient to make me approach the gentlemen on that specific door for at least 3 - 4 times. or am i suffering from some bladder problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a early birthday present hint to someone. here is something funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ma says:&lt;br /&gt;and she need BRAS!! kon u wld love shopping for tt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;D.A.R.N.O.K. *Body Malfunctioning Reason* says:&lt;br /&gt;EXE-CUS-SE ME..wad i love shopping for tat.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah Ma says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno wad size sia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ok, maybe the hint was just too obvious..and..content was censored before publishing to avoid any wrong intonations.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the person should know it right...... i certainly do hope so. I've nvr been to a lingerie section (not to say shop), except for walking past it in those departmental store. and this dear Celia actually asked me to get it for someone who is in need of it. on this 'lingerie' topic, another friend told me this: "you know why there is LaSenza express? it's to get the girl naked faster." of course my first reaction was to laugh. what a wonderful inference right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;enough for the night den, i shall move on with my project. off to BMR-ing. "you all must learn to like the subject, it is not that difficult, it is the psychological barrier between you and the subject." sort of quoted from Ms Chuah. i'll try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~k~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-5386447777048474084?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5386447777048474084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5386447777048474084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-for-success-003.html' title='Project for success 003'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-4806681158343068049</id><published>2008-08-03T00:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T03:15:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project for success 002 (continued...)</title><content type='html'>okies..we'll be talking about today..as in 2nd of August..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, i slept till almost 2 in the afternoon! despite the fact that i woke up and went to sleep. i was that tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was literally almost gone since its already rather late and we were going to pay a visit to my grandma (my dad's mum) cos she is still in the midst of recovering from a fall. anyways, she is getting better but really going slow so i wish her all the best and really get well soon. love her cos she was my playmate at home in the past when i was still a little tiny weeny pest. but i always rmb her complains over how the fish was cooked..but..that was all in the past. (my family is now vegetarian..not me and my sis though. we cant seem to get over the good food and enjoyment one can find in real food.) i can't wait for some salmon sashimi and soft shell crab :P&lt;br /&gt;back to today's stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was disastrous. first, it all started with some whining about the unfolded clothes on the brother's bed and amazingly it was when i was still asleep or rather half asleep cos i could still half get up and hear. mum den went out with sis to visit my auntie who gave birth to a cute lil boy which i only got to know when they got back. im so sorry auntie Julie! the fires from hell crept nearer when my mum got back with my grandmother(mum's mum) and another auntie and my cousin. i was awake but in a state of total blur still but their arrival manage to piece "go and fold the clothes now!!" in my then empty head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened then. they went out for awhile to get some stuff and buy their lottery(which cost a lot fyi which i feel can go into my pocket instead.)..den..all hell broke loose(although 7th month started yesterday) when the mum asked the brother where are the handphone components to trade in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a search began which i would say covered almost every inch of me and the brother's room and it stretched to the other rooms. shouting, rantings, complains, arguing, things dropping and me stuck in a pool of mess and scary atmosphere which was so irritating cos it had nothing to do with me at all. the charger and battery was missing but i managed to dig out an old charger which luckily was suitable to use. however, this wonderfully wonderful brother of mine said he don't know where the battery is. so, the second wave of tsunami hit the room in block 135. it was really dumb. my mum was fuming already so i decided to get away by taking a bath. brother was next AND he triggered the eruption of Mt. Ng(my mum's surname). he actually off-ed the washing machine despite me reminding him not to...... i know it is kind of a small matter but anything to an angry person is enough to trigger off a nuclear reaction right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was it. mum left house. sis came down. dunno where mum is. brother sat on bed doing nothing/playing game? dad sleeping in the living room. me sitting on my stool typing the previous post. den..mum came back and soon after we left for my grandma's place. it was a really quiet trip except for the radio singing away. i made it better with my earphones stuck in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only had dinner after visiting my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den home. and the silence resumed in the car while the radio sings away. and there was a pile of clothes that seemed to scream "you better watch out if you don't fold me!" that was my day or should i say half day? it seemed to have last forever though. although tomorrow won't be a better day (because i cannot sleep in due to a rather 'good' tuition where they need me more then i need them? i'm sorry. i just seriously have no interest in it)..so i'll just put on my smile and sleepy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the key thing my sis gave me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229970871663207042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJSWzFcgIoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gfPz-oZSuyM/s320/P020808_23.28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now u see the key..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229970849759783890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJSWxz2Ua9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/82lHXbzsoW0/s320/P020808_23.31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now you only see half of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229970867036503634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJSWy0NaPlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/netBLiK_H6A/s320/P020808_23.29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't it jus cute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJSWyH0aLhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hrSrJRnnEdM/s1600-h/P020808_23.30%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229970855120481810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJSWyH0aLhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hrSrJRnnEdM/s320/P020808_23.30%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i found something funny..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229970860471479634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJSWybwL7VI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dZ8xu5mXt9o/s320/P020808_23.30.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;im a SpongeBob person..but..this looks kind of familar......to me and other &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt; males..:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hahahahahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;nights to all on this side of the earth. good day tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-4806681158343068049?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/4806681158343068049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/4806681158343068049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-for-success-002-continued.html' title='Project for success 002 (continued...)'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SJSWzFcgIoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gfPz-oZSuyM/s72-c/P020808_23.28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3756248141854433327</id><published>2008-08-02T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:07:56.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project for success 002</title><content type='html'>Project for success has been running on the rocks lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into phase 2 now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being able to finish my marketing proposal on the dot, saving it from its doomed stage, rescuing it from some ordeal and finally slotting it into tat dark scary box of Ms Tan's..I would say we are quite done with Sports Media Marketing this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;!! ..other then the upcoming presentation to sell it la..but talking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bullshittng&lt;/span&gt; is my forte, never a stumbling block fer me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to me and my group once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, the first day of August was kinda bad and heavy for me..(however, my pockets were in fact light..or rather empty..cos i did not bring along much money, not that i have much..)..so in such a pathetic stage, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haikel&lt;/span&gt; decided to share..&lt;em&gt;a pack of Chips Ahoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;as a sub for our lunch..i guess. not complaining, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haikel&lt;/span&gt; had our food stolen by some of our classmates but we were alright bout it la..right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;?? it was retarded yet so laughable..it was a starvation day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; marked it down on my calender that 1st of August shall be starvation day from now on, in remembrance of our(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; and Me) sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis returned from her trip in Taiwan too..she brought home something nice for me as well!! loves her..sometimes do wish that she gets left on the shelf so i would be able to reap some benefits of her eh..but nah..i still am waiting for the day she marries..but no worries..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; conduct the interview for you and scan that 'hope-he-is-not-blind' guy who seems to hit on you den..not saying that you're a bad choice sis :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt; key thing!loved it! nicer than Corey's Elmo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..school's gonna end in 2 weeks. looking forward yet feeling unsecured about splitting classes and getting my new elective..i seriously do not want to get my hands on calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ShuWen&lt;/span&gt; came over to get their presents and a mini meet-up with my sis and of cos me as well la..den before leaving..Celia had to test drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shu's&lt;/span&gt; car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bcos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; has some &lt;em&gt;restrictions&lt;/em&gt; on roads (its not too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; to say so) ..and..Celia has never driven any auto car before..so..it was sort of a &lt;em&gt;thrill&lt;/em&gt; to take a ride in it..we drove round the street with much guidance from us, not that we were worried with the less-than-20km/hr speed, occasional 'yikes' from Celia, directions being shout now and then and of cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shu's&lt;/span&gt; hand on the hand brake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a ride that's not e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tched&lt;/span&gt; in my mind yet too funny to forget..but undoubtedly, Celia can drive..but her Crazy Taxi style in her van is just too overpowering yet totally fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get back again later for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; updates i guess..it should be a long one after much happenings today..despite the fact that i slept till noon......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3756248141854433327?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3756248141854433327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3756248141854433327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-for-success-002.html' title='Project for success 002'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-1485483787728097198</id><published>2008-07-27T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:23:02.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project for success 001</title><content type='html'>whoa! its been ages since i last wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things to settle and attend to while time was so short. took my Piano exam (which kinda got screwed up), had many projects and assignment due (which i managed to miraculously pull through) and several outings and meet-ups with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with my secondary school friends. a class gathering of 10 people?? isn't it amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 10 of us went to the new shopping mall in downtown east. that place is loaded with food, food and food. not much shopping there to be done, except for the NUM slippers there. anyways, on the topic of NUM, i'm amazed by their new t-shirt - the I LOVE BJ t-shirt. its like the one resembling I LOVE  NY kind. NUM is really good at keeping its reputation for these &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; designs and statements in their shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sleeping in the wee hours of the dawn just to complete projects and stuff. its getting to me, the tiresome feeling, getting sick symptoms and really haggard looking. i'm trying to recover now la. any tips??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short comeback post for now. i shall update more often now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-1485483787728097198?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/1485483787728097198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/1485483787728097198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/project-for-success-001.html' title='Project for success 001'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-7662622076240735227</id><published>2008-05-21T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:08:40.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incomprehensible</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, im here again. boring day today. had piano in the morning and kinda screwed it cos i wasnt practicing. and why? cos of all the work thats piling around me. time to burn them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my mum's birthday at some small restaurant in hougang area, i think. not that good at directions in the dark ar. sorry. i have so many birthdays to remember and prepare this month. the brother started the month, my cousin den this very close fren of mine, now my mum and soon to come birthdays as well. its burning a hole in my pocket. i am gonna declare bankrupt for this month man. i need to beg for alms soon to recur some lost yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im drained like that cracking dam in China. gonna burst open and......wadeva. cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why in the world can there be such a subject that torments all students instead of giving them some practical insights. its totally useless in a way and it makes no difference in our lives. Basic Media Research is its name. its BIG BIG name that screams 'COME ON! try me out and i'll blow your mind for sure.' yes, it is a &lt;em&gt;mind-blowing&lt;/em&gt; experience. sad to say, i totally agree with the seniors about this freakin subject and i am not alone, the whole cohort seems to be dreading every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it true that making one love the subject means making one do well at it? if that is the case den i know very well that i will never do well in this den. but no matter how, even if the skies fall or Singapore sinks or gets blown down by some cyclone or eaten by some quake, i must still get over with it to prevent myself from returning to Temasek Poly for my fourth year. yes, just for a freakin subject that only creates fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i truly understand the meaning of incomprehensible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-7662622076240735227?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/7662622076240735227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/7662622076240735227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-mum-first-things-first.html' title='incomprehensible'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5534922361368390901</id><published>2008-05-17T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:37:47.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>project for success</title><content type='html'>this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks. i wanna rant like that little boy who doesnt seem to know anything about this wworld and act as if the world owes him a hell lot of things. im busted shit man. school's adding on to the undying pile of stuff around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time management is all i need? i seriously need to consider my schedule and plan well or else the next time i post would be one declaring my drop-out state from school. waha. somehow, it always amazes me how i can actually do my stuff in time even though i have to rush like ants or dying to have that teleporting ability. but i dun think thats a compliment eh? school has been draining for the past weeks. projects, assignments and also an upcoming performance. i am busy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, just kinda curious about some people i saw in the bus. well, u know when these people who kinda take 2 seats instead of one. not bcos they put their bags or stuff beside but they literally take 2 seats? ok, i am not mentioning those who are bigger in size or layman terms, fat. i dun discriminate them cos its personal preference to that. however, i find those 'big-balls' or big ass people really annoying. my fren and i gave them these terms. either they are 'big-balled' or they have a 'bigger ass den supposed'. they take up 2 seats la, like open their legs so wide that the poor chap beside have to either sit at the edge and risk falling of when the bus turns or rather stand instead of suffering the balancing act. such people just deserves to walk la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we called it 'big-balled' cos most of them are usually guys or rather old men la. brainless walking tummy carriers. another kind that just ruins Singapore's gracious society would be those funny commuters who love to squeeze their way to the front when a bus or train arrives. especially a certain kinda people (its safer not to mention any racial or religious &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;prejudice&lt;/span&gt; here). they can just walk right in front of you when you are giving way to people to alight and they seem so pleased and satisfied. FK them la. they are such idiots and total ignorance about the others around them. they can gleefully 'float' in front of you just as the train comes to a stop. worst of all, some even squeeze in while the passengers are alighting, just to get their big fat ass smacked down that seat they so "deserved". Another kinda weird behaviour would be those passengers who cannot wait to get off wadeva transport they are taking. god dam knows the bus is full and everyone has to suffer from bad ventilation already(and i pity the little ones who are stuck butt-in-the-face la), they still have to squeeze and squirm through the bus to the door when it is almost a stop before they alight?! like &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! cant u wait till the bus is nearer or stopping then u move? everyone has to give way and squeeze just to find you standing at the door waiting for another few minutes before the bus actually reaches your stop. am i supposed to say, " WELL DONE DUDE! you managed to squeeze to the door in time for you to get down!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's gracious society just needs training i guess and lots of em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-5534922361368390901?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5534922361368390901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5534922361368390901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/project-for-success.html' title='project for success'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3636814830892623154</id><published>2008-05-02T02:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:18:55.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous curves ahead.</title><content type='html'>I took rather long just to get this post up, cause i wanted to read through it and add some more stuff. there weren't much this few days or a week. had an orientation camp for the freshies and there were cute ones and witty ones who can really bring up the spirit especially in this microwave cooking weather now. anyways, the title was inspired by the group of us who went to Mind Cafe. they know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is damn HOT! step out and i start to sweat. that icky sticky feeling just sucks as it really makes me uncomfortable. being a particular person about smells often makes it worst as i get 'over-aware' of myself smelling bad. glad i have grown without a BO, or body odour in long. i can only thank my parents, maids and a lil of myself for saving myself since young. bathing was seen as a chance to play with water and it made me 'high'. those pathetic young days were just unimaginable and totally kid-ish. but i kinda miss them still, its a brainless life.&lt;br /&gt;proper school has started now and it doesn't seem to get better. with some useless lecture being made compulsory and some subjects which seems to never end while drowning us. it is really that torturing to my ears and brains which is dead at the time of the lecture. sweets have lost their effect on me even after downing dozens of them which might just end up making me run to the toilet every now and then to release the laxative effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O wow. i overslept for todays lesson. and my mum is making a helluva big fuss here. 'quick i fetch you there( when its way pass the 15 minutes grace time)' , 'go take MC la! (which i did not expect from her)' cos the parents are a couple of rather old-fashioned bound people but they're not traditional strict kind. weird eh? so im here continuing my post to spend some time before my next lesson. which is at 1, so i have nothing much to do now, given that there is no work to do yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the brother's birthday. this bum is getting old ahead of us. he is the 'eldest' one now, so everyone says. He looks old but he is as kid-ish to me still. that intolerable oh-so-lazy bum of his is just neutralised by his witty nature. his big head might indeed contain some brains, amazingly cos empty vessels make the most noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Bday to u here den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3636814830892623154?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3636814830892623154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3636814830892623154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/dangerous-curves-ahead.html' title='Dangerous curves ahead.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-6300315877909816216</id><published>2008-04-26T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:39:38.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survived.</title><content type='html'>i sailed through this first week of my long-awai..(sorry)..dreaded school. It was much better den expected, in fact i got to know many more coursemates and being a small course, we had no choice but to socialise, which never fails me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no social butterfly like some, but the idea of meeting new people can be intriguing and fun. some might jus be the perfect bitches and bimbos but there are real friends as well as foes you can find. politics are everywhere, its just the degree of it, which i seriously have no knowledge about it. why ruin your own mood by reminding yourself that '&lt;em&gt;this is the one who......'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School will be much busier in the upcoming months and i'll be burying myself in piles of notes, of course in my dreams. but i'll try to slog through this sem to at least raise that low, unsightly GPA of mine. I suck at mugging, never anyone's forte i guess, but i see some who studies like there's no tmr. such are the ones that are admirable yet at the same time detestable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my friends and i went to Mind Cafe today to chill and of course played to our hearts content. the session was filled wif pure laughter and screaming, jus to overcome the other groups that were laughing and shouting as if they are stuck on an isolated island in the middle of bla-bla-bla sea. thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i might as well return to my work and also prepare for sleep. i'll make use of my saturday, sleeping, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~kon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-6300315877909816216?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6300315877909816216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6300315877909816216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/survived.html' title='survived.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-7500540983109833571</id><published>2008-04-16T20:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:11:28.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellis Wheel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yea. i took a go on the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was rather fun with my family and two other aunties and uncles and my god sis. in other words a big outing of 11 persons. kinda dislike it sometimes cos of the complains and relentless sharing of views and criticism about our doings. but the young ones decided to clique among themselves to reduce the poking noses of the respected elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so here are the pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189820791195867858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAXyg0MqmtI/AAAAAAAAACI/Qggq1gucEKA/s320/P150408_20.27.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The view from below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189820799785802466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAXyhUMqmuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cHbeA2Aned4/s320/P150408_20.33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The view from right below it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189820808375737090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAXyh0MqmwI/AAAAAAAAACg/HgD7oiwBX3I/s320/P150408_20.38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189820804080769778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAXyhkMqmvI/AAAAAAAAACY/lMd-F9WxRbc/s320/P150408_20.36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tickets after collection, and thats my bro's back as the table-top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189820812670704402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAXyiEMqmxI/AAAAAAAAACo/sm7wFNNnXhA/s320/P150408_21.19%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The carriage leaving the boarding area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAX0_UMqmyI/AAAAAAAAACw/f2Oqguk9MwQ/s1600-h/P150408_22.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823514205133602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAX0_UMqmyI/AAAAAAAAACw/f2Oqguk9MwQ/s320/P150408_22.07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The first view after ascending higher den the boarding base.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823518500100914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAX0_kMqmzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AploiHHI0DI/s320/P150408_22.12.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A helicopter view of the highway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823527090035522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAX1AEMqm0I/AAAAAAAAADA/3HkwTylxUHk/s320/P150408_22.16.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Almost in line with Suntec.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAX1AUMqm1I/AAAAAAAAADI/Bq4HESb7Z-M/s1600-h/P150408_22.16%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823531385002834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAX1AUMqm1I/AAAAAAAAADI/Bq4HESb7Z-M/s320/P150408_22.16%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAX1AkMqm2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/a3WS8K2UyIc/s1600-h/P150408_22.16%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823535679970146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAX1AkMqm2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/a3WS8K2UyIc/s320/P150408_22.16%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reaching the top, all the way down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So ya, ytd was spent simply till the long awaited night sky fell over. me and my sis had MOF for dinner. and the deserts were jus heavenly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;take a look for yourself:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAYGfkMqm3I/AAAAAAAAADY/xPklo97gQvo/s1600-h/P150408_18.53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189842759953587058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAYGfkMqm3I/AAAAAAAAADY/xPklo97gQvo/s320/P150408_18.53.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAYGf0Mqm4I/AAAAAAAAADg/2N985BGO8JA/s1600-h/P150408_19.22%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189842764248554370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAYGf0Mqm4I/AAAAAAAAADg/2N985BGO8JA/s320/P150408_19.22%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy soft serve with grind ice, strawberries and strawberry syrup! Mocha flavourede one too. it was &lt;em&gt;cold.&lt;/em&gt; but definitely a mouthful not to be forgotten. I know it seems rather too 'eaten' to look nice, but i could not resist it even before it was placed infront of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~k~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-7500540983109833571?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/7500540983109833571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/7500540983109833571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/fellis-wheel.html' title='Fellis Wheel.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAXyg0MqmtI/AAAAAAAAACI/Qggq1gucEKA/s72-c/P150408_20.27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-2416459510331045795</id><published>2008-04-14T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:31:46.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past few days to weeks.</title><content type='html'>me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went out today. eat. found a new toy for myself. shop. and also injured myself. it seems to run in the family that all the kids here are rather prone to injuries and mishaps. center-gravity-less sis, clumsy and dumb-footed bro and cleverly injury-prone me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; here to show my past week's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189087988170791602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SANYCEMqmrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bG1gbrenkU8/s320/P080408_02.17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my pass for the concourse performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hopefully no one remembers. it was kinda disastrous. although it was kinda fun and a good experience. screwed up some parts of it though. sigh. its over though. anyways, if any was there, hope it wasn't that bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So ya, that was the past week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;today..i found a new toy! my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rubik's&lt;/span&gt; cube! yes it might sounds nerdy or weird. but nah, i find this new addition of mine a great past time in train or travelling. its not as boring as i thought it was. so dun see it in that light la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rubik's&lt;/span&gt; ain't all that bad. its rather satisfying though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and i bought myself new socks for school. kinda striking yea. tats the point of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189093850801150658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SANdXUMqmsI/AAAAAAAAACA/k9pFyrtzIHA/s320/P140408_21.29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; will be the Ferris wheel day. gonna take a ride in it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; night. shall try and catch some nice shots possible. its the night scenery. yippee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back to folding clothes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just heard this on the radio, 95 Fm, 'we should sign a petition for Britney to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chauffeur to keep the road safe.' waha. tats a good one so i decided to edit my post again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;~k~&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/3727645967958647426-2416459510331045795?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2416459510331045795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/2416459510331045795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-few-days-to-weeks.html' title='the past few days to weeks.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SANYCEMqmrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bG1gbrenkU8/s72-c/P080408_02.17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-6093665498445066579</id><published>2008-04-14T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:29:24.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im the newly employed maid ( part 2 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;moshi. im the ma-li-ah (maria).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well look at this for the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188775490645301906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAI70UMqmpI/AAAAAAAAABo/xOO89pAmeJ0/s320/P110408_22.50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The famous Mt. Clothes, only visible every fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the funny thing that me and my bro found was..a 10cents coin at the bottom of the bag. it seems we got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;paid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! amazingly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here is the proof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188776560092158626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAI8ykMqmqI/AAAAAAAAABw/nIqdzujOrdk/s320/P110408_23.46%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our pay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So i guess my 'maria' days are coming to an end. i do hope so. school's starting soon and there'll be less time den. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;gonna bank in my pay tmr, not the 10cents, mere 64 bucks. better than nthg still. can get myself some new stuff. alright den, update tmr. kinda tired cos of a long long day. i've been up for 17 hours at least. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tmr ba.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~k~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-6093665498445066579?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6093665498445066579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/6093665498445066579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-newly-employed-maid-part-2.html' title='Im the newly employed maid ( part 2 )'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SAI70UMqmpI/AAAAAAAAABo/xOO89pAmeJ0/s72-c/P110408_22.50.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-1323910053591446398</id><published>2008-04-06T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:49:46.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living in a mentally challenging abode.</title><content type='html'>I'm going down to a psychiatrist to get some cure for my never ending mental drainage in this apartment. &lt;em&gt;Seriously, &lt;/em&gt;i need some relief here. &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of them are driving me nuts. but hu cares, i'll have to deal with it for the rest of my life i suppose. have to look beyond these matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im rather on tenterhooks bout tmr. its the &lt;em&gt;performance night, the debut night.&lt;/em&gt; i'm going to bring down Walt Disney. yikes. Luckily, im not gonna be the spotlight of the night. well, did i mentioned before? its a concourse performance at Esplanade. four days. different themes. but i'll be playing for 2 nights only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not nervous now, but it always get me right before any big stuff. my presentations and stuff, but i would rather talk den play actually cos its more scary and technical to showcase a piece of music. and i have sweaty palms whenever i get nervous, the killer for playing piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to putting out some fire within. shall down it wif some cooler stuff. F&amp;amp;N grape? water? Ice cream? maybe my kopi wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-1323910053591446398?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/1323910053591446398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/1323910053591446398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/living-in-mentally-challenging-abode.html' title='living in a mentally challenging abode.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-8106058290750046397</id><published>2008-04-04T11:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:20:36.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re-collecting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;im back from a break which is not a break actually. ask me why and i'll give u a thousand reasons that willl bore u till ur jaw drops and yawn, u fall asleep and there i am still blabbering away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall recap my days. On 29 March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185236302015142994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/R_Wo8bISnFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uW7tiK2SryQ/s320/P290308_14.27%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My cuppa coffee wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185236941965270114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/R_WphrISnGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p9ZGlh7a6mg/s320/P290308_14.37%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;den i sticked to my lappie all day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185236950555204722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/R_WpiLISnHI/AAAAAAAAABE/cUbxTwx4WZ4/s320/P290308_14.38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;while i sip my kopi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185236954850172034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/R_WpibISnII/AAAAAAAAABM/tc2YGoiEgYU/s320/P290308_14.40.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;nothing much to do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185236959145139346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/R_WpirISnJI/AAAAAAAAABU/7SPvo05nbBs/s320/P290308_14.42.JPG" border="0" /&gt;den i went piano-ing lor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;that was how i spent my day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On 30 March, i went to our neighbours land, Kota Tinggi for the traditional 'Qing Ming' where we clean our ancestors or rather granparent's grave. yes my ah kong (grandpa) has a rather big grave in Malaysia. but its kinda normal there. abundant land space la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And tonight, my dad'll be returning from Shanghai. he's flying very often as well. airport seems very familiar to me now. do hope we'll have swensen's later. ICE CREAM! thinking bout this i have a tub of hagen in the fridge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;off to lunch and my cuppa ice cream!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~k~&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/3727645967958647426-8106058290750046397?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8106058290750046397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/8106058290750046397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/re-collecting.html' title='re-collecting.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/R_Wo8bISnFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uW7tiK2SryQ/s72-c/P290308_14.27%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5422473650703380417</id><published>2008-03-25T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:36:29.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquili......zer</title><content type='html'>yes. my home would do much better if it was hit by a tranqilizer gun. obviously this house has no peace and its nerve racking to bear with it. trying let it flow through ur ears hoping it will leave throught the other side. i am learning to become deaf here, do join me if ur keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house is filled with regular naggings that would have been perfect for a speech rally. yes, they are that irritating and also tedious to listen to. it seems like the parents have been training on their cardio. dots.. and that dumbass good for nothing brother of mine is putting everyone in a difficult spot by bringing home some stupid trouble and a smug face wif his 'brilliant' results, not that it was that bad. but, u know the parents now are asking for straight 'A's so mum and dad, pin ur hopes on him, cos i will nvr yield such a result to serve u with that beautiful china set at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im still rather the employed maid even though my mum's back, cos it seems like the house has only the 2 of us. my mum was jus telling me that she would win the first prize lottery if my brother would help her with housework automatically, yes, which is totally impossible. unless we're talking bout possession or an angel shooting him down (with a sniper, i hope. to get optimum results ya.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got new clothes. thanks to mum. and a whole selection of hello pandas! can nvr live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i'll go watch my shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-5422473650703380417?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5422473650703380417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5422473650703380417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/tranquilizer.html' title='Tranquili......zer'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-3999111298179032130</id><published>2008-03-21T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:48:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to...</title><content type='html'>Wish u, everyone a Happy Good Friday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not christian but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; celebrate all kinds of festive, yes even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; (all the different kinds.), and also D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;epavali&lt;/span&gt; cos my neighbours are from all walks, race and religion of life. sharing of our festive food has become our tradition here. we are one big family! dots.. so i get to eat them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; some festive arrives, wonder what i will get later. yummilicious! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ya, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; a short post to wish u guys a happy Good Friday and of cos in the case that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; during these few days, i shall also wish u guys a happy Easter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eggs. eggs. eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-3999111298179032130?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3999111298179032130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/3999111298179032130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-forgot-to.html' title='I forgot to...'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-7288404516444482642</id><published>2008-03-21T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:34:40.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the newly employed maid.</title><content type='html'>Yes. i am the newly employed maid, Maria, Mary, Sophia, wadeva it may be. i am pissed. damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y must it be me to do the laundry and fold them still. and that big ass brother of mine can laze around and watch his anime on crunchyroll. damn him(den save him, afterall he is my brother.) contradiction spotted.&lt;strong&gt; he is super uber lazy, dunno anyone tats worse till now.&lt;/strong&gt; sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's in jakarta. flying back in less than a day in fact. time flies and all i did was waste it, sigh. at least mum's getting me clothes. something to look forward to! reaching my aim to burst that cupboard! great. went shopping, tried some clothes, see many clothes touch many clothes but not many i can buy. dots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im &lt;strong&gt;broke&lt;/strong&gt;. i think i can never support myself for long untill i get a stable income tat is BIG enuf to handle my splurging self. &lt;em&gt;splurging is my forte. &lt;/em&gt;i need financial planning assistance la. anyways, down to my designing again. write again soon, as if there are people reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dots..&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-7288404516444482642?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/7288404516444482642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/7288404516444482642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-newly-employed-maid.html' title='I&apos;m the newly employed maid.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727645967958647426.post-5644308861492898375</id><published>2008-03-19T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:30:57.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Speech.</title><content type='html'>Hello! well..kinda long before i decided to start on my own blog. reason being i dunno wad to write about and how to really write them. thoughts? happenings? funny things around me? or what else can i write? hmmm..i have quite an 'interesting' life so i seriously have no idea wad to share sometimes. maybe stuff that come across me daily or rare occasions i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being first opening post. YES! my virgin post! i gave it to you guys lor. so nice of me yar? waha.. am holidaying now till mid april where i will be beginning my 2nd year of studying. which i never looked forward to in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate murphy's law or rather i LOVE it! why does it rain only when u forgot to bring ur umbrella? isn't it frustrating. to always experience something when u least expect it most. Grrr. Im sitting here, adjusting my butt every 2 - 5 minutes because i had a minor injury at the back near my hip. discomfort is all there is and my bed looks like a piece of heavenly created patch of feathers in a nest for me to snuggle up and doze away in this weather. zZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. alright then. i shall post again after some time maybe or after we sent my mum off to the airport. She's flying! air pork! ok. sorry mum, u no air pork ur vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed or piano-ing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~k~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727645967958647426-5644308861492898375?l=konnysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5644308861492898375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727645967958647426/posts/default/5644308861492898375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://konnysblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/opening-speech.html' title='Opening Speech.'/><author><name>kon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09312166639282729851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4bg-GXYuFw/SWSrMqdEoDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/W-fQva27pBo/S220/catyawn.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
