<?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-12175083</id><updated>2011-12-01T18:17:51.818+08:00</updated><category term='Emo'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Events'/><category term='MEREPEK BUKAN BUKAN'/><category term='Craps'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Crapz of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>What is now proved was once only imagined. What is now said and mentioned was once only crapped ~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-6482731131371490547</id><published>2011-08-28T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:56:17.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I'd decided not to think so much ..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to sleep ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe in few years things will turn out well ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you return ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shall see ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-6482731131371490547?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/6482731131371490547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=6482731131371490547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6482731131371490547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6482731131371490547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7413684720766065217</id><published>2011-05-20T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:38:40.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>520</title><content type='html'>I was wondering why people putting 520 in Facebook and later found out that 520 actually stands for 'I Love You' in mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact for people without some proper romantic genes like me, it's a challenge to decipher the 520 reading as 'wu bai er shi' or 'wu er ling' ... no where near 'wo ai ni' at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, we don't really need a reason to actually love someone ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:380%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;520 &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the one I'm addicted =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7413684720766065217?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7413684720766065217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7413684720766065217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7413684720766065217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7413684720766065217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/05/520.html' title='520'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5465888750236917839</id><published>2011-05-17T23:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:57:31.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Empty Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(142, 142, 142); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(142, 142, 142); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;' This is weird. I want to talk to you. I want to feel your presence. Yet, staring blankly at the open chat window not knowing what to say is sending little jabs of soreness through my heart. '&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(142, 142, 142); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I copied the above lines from an old friend who loves starry nights, dark chocolates and thinks love is like sunshine. I am feeling those words that she had mentioned above, especially when you feel like it's a whole different world that you are facing and you have no idea on how to move ahead, so much uncertainties and so much to explore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Perhaps that's what make life interesting. Deep down we know that it's not that easy but we still put our effort to make a chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Perhaps it's the expectation from our subconscious mind to make this chance a success that makes us a little more sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Perhaps it's another unrequited love in life that makes us a little stronger from time time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm still not losing any faith and I'm still training my 6 packs .. ahemmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's OK if its just empty words. You said it best when you said nothing at all =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-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/12175083-5465888750236917839?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5465888750236917839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5465888750236917839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5465888750236917839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5465888750236917839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/05/empty-words.html' title='Empty Words'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2720049377972244317</id><published>2011-05-07T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:06:27.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to celebrate</title><content type='html'>When I was very young, Mother's Day was just another day when we went out to have good food coz Dad's paying. Now that when I am old enough to organize such celebration, I think the next Mother's day celebration will be with my kid's mummy .. or maybe my future wife's mom ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and both grandparents are not around anymore, and it has really been awhile. It feels kinda empty at such time when you find no reasons to celebrate, when everyone else has dinner to attend and you find yourself alone clicking Facebook while asking others to go hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have reasons to celebrate something. Since a few years ago I started buying cakes for my dad during his birthdays. Never had the chance to do it with my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the next celebration that you're looking forward ? Better put some effort to make everyone happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day .. &amp;lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;" &gt;p/s: Baru teringat I ada mak tiri yg selalu buat I stress =.=&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/12175083-2720049377972244317?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2720049377972244317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2720049377972244317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2720049377972244317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2720049377972244317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/05/reasons-to-celebrate.html' title='Reasons to celebrate'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-323814407483732376</id><published>2011-05-06T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:15:29.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Is when you don't need to work 9 to 6 and have difficulties to apply leave just go to a friend's dad funeral outstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is when you can have the luxury of time to fetch someone to places without having her taking those stupid public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is when you see people around you being happy without the 'sigh' that life brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is when you are rich enough to just create a comfortable job opportunity to people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a terrible feeling when you know you cant do anything just to make the situation better ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to win the JACKPOT =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should start my burger franchise without depending too much on JACKPOT ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-323814407483732376?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/323814407483732376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=323814407483732376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/323814407483732376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/323814407483732376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/05/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7931573584703645882</id><published>2011-04-12T19:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:08:33.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I wrote to win prizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZng2Qv0RwA/TaQyROySslI/AAAAAAAAAQs/n7xsfZu9qwQ/s1600/Kian%252520Shen%252520Eng%252520Content.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 410px; height: 470px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZng2Qv0RwA/TaQyROySslI/AAAAAAAAAQs/n7xsfZu9qwQ/s400/Kian%252520Shen%252520Eng%252520Content.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594651908709200466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7931573584703645882?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7931573584703645882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7931573584703645882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7931573584703645882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7931573584703645882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-i-wrote-to-win-prizes.html' title='Something I wrote to win prizes'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZng2Qv0RwA/TaQyROySslI/AAAAAAAAAQs/n7xsfZu9qwQ/s72-c/Kian%252520Shen%252520Eng%252520Content.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-9079343290260000091</id><published>2011-04-12T01:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T01:12:55.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I love something</title><content type='html'>I'm supper addicted to it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="450" height="283" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H3samZDs0ak" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am freaking motivated and not giving up !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-9079343290260000091?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/9079343290260000091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=9079343290260000091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/9079343290260000091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/9079343290260000091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i-love-something.html' title='When I love something'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H3samZDs0ak/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-383256435330393061</id><published>2011-03-28T00:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:38:44.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes things need to fall apart to make way for better things</title><content type='html'>Have you ever feel so down that you regretted so much on how you did ? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first such experience was when I failed my Taekwondo black belt test. Although at very young age, to think back I felt myself kinda stupid when I started blaming everyone and also myself for the failure. Of course all those blaming never helped, and after 6 months I trained harder to build up my weight and passed my test. I learned not to blame others (especially my mom) and to treat every failure with a more positive mentality to move forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the years of our life we would face such hardship and similar occasion, and every of them made us a little wiser, or changes  the way we look at things. If those things that fall apart in our life never happened, how would we be today ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes things need to fall apart to make way for better things =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I did not fall in love with you .. will it make way to a better outcome ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="450" height="283" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X6PbEzW7gzw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should learn singing and make a good fortune doing LIVE concert like them =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-383256435330393061?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/383256435330393061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=383256435330393061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/383256435330393061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/383256435330393061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-things-need-to-fall-apart-to.html' title='Sometimes things need to fall apart to make way for better things'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X6PbEzW7gzw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-4453840271402909397</id><published>2011-03-23T22:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:35:20.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuckerPunch !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got a pair of movie tickets from Z, a colleague of mine whom I actually banged before and this is one of the most awesome yet =.= movie I'd ever watched. When I said banged I really meant banged. I somehow ran into her car and paid for the repair and consistently demanding free movie tickets so that one day the repair cost can break even with the cost of repairing. Now we're good friends and run marathons together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is to appreciate everyone you banged (literally) before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SuckerPunch !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHJU3Apkm3k/TYoLjCU8kwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9_PiohnlUvQ/s400/Photo0208.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587290984254575362" /&gt;This movie is like Inception combined with 300! Watching this movie really makes you 'ku lan emm dou' (can't predict the dick out of it). It's bout this girl with her evil step father disowning her by putting her in a mental hospital and in there she actually got into a different world and again in another fantasy world with all the nonsense fighting scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what you think that makes you who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last 10 minutes of the movie is the best ~! Really can't predict the dick out of it ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'm just a fanatic movie fan .. who wanna go movie with me ? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-4453840271402909397?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/4453840271402909397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=4453840271402909397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/4453840271402909397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/4453840271402909397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/03/sucker-punch.html' title='SuckerPunch !'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHJU3Apkm3k/TYoLjCU8kwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9_PiohnlUvQ/s72-c/Photo0208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-6416149056329471223</id><published>2011-03-21T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:56:26.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Level of Intelligence ~</title><content type='html'>I read an article about leveling the brain today, and to convince myself that my brain keeps leveling up from time to time, I tuned into National Geographic HD and there's this interesting program about Large Hadron Collider. Amazingly, the whole project was done by a group of super smart scientist with lotsa PHD and have alot of brilliance aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you have no idea of what LHC is, it's the world's largest and highest-energy particle accelerator. And what is this LHC thing does ? To prove some most complicated scientific experiments like ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Is the theoretical Higgs mechanism for generating elementary particle masses via electroweak symmetry breaking actually realised in nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Is supersymmetry, an extension of the Standard Model and Poincaré symmetry, realised in nature, implying that all known particles have supersymmetric partners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Are there extra dimensions, as predicted by various models based on string theory, and can we detect them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What is the nature of the dark matter that appears to account for 23% of the mass of the universe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Why is gravity so many orders of magnitude weaker than the other three fundamental forces? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ (more to go) .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after reading from wikipedia on all those, I don't even have the slightest idea on what they are actually testing. Suddenly feeling very very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should just go to sleep .. wake up and pursue my own happiness in a different way instead of leveling up my brain. I'm gonna challenge the kiasu-ism of Malaysians and have breakfast in mcD since it's SUPER CHEAP .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALL BEAT THE QUEUE ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-6416149056329471223?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/6416149056329471223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=6416149056329471223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6416149056329471223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6416149056329471223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/03/level-of-intelligence.html' title='Level of Intelligence ~'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5424308124130657717</id><published>2011-03-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:13:49.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cYC_MYcTLj4/TXpx7qstZlI/AAAAAAAACJg/w3zdAwbrbNU/s1600/sneaker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 448px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cYC_MYcTLj4/TXpx7qstZlI/AAAAAAAACJg/w3zdAwbrbNU/s1600/sneaker1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think about this wedding picture ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is when you are comfortable with the special someone ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like wearing sneakers ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Gambar dicuri dari blog San San&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5424308124130657717?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5424308124130657717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5424308124130657717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5424308124130657717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5424308124130657717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/03/love.html' title='Love ?'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cYC_MYcTLj4/TXpx7qstZlI/AAAAAAAACJg/w3zdAwbrbNU/s72-c/sneaker1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7084140982129987349</id><published>2011-02-08T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:52:04.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine told me today that her friend walked out from the cinema after 15 minutes of the show. Some even said that the poster itself is enough to stop you from giving this movie a chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TVAc_XTbTSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Te7xP4Qac8I/s1600/075558db-37bb-48d5-bf66-83e33d9d7348_mrmrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TVAc_XTbTSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Te7xP4Qac8I/s400/075558db-37bb-48d5-bf66-83e33d9d7348_mrmrs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570984613970136354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being a movie fan actually give it a chance and despite all the lame horny jokes and predictable storyline, I think it is kinda cute romantic comedy in a different perspective. This movie is bout two superheroes getting together and live an ordinary life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing I like about movies is that we could learn a lot from it. In fact few of my philosophies came from random movies that I'd watched. Like the movie above, it tell us bout how lucky it is to find someone with equal interest and characteristic, someone with similar thoughts and ideas of life, someone you and her are willing to spend time with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In reality, relationship is not that ideal. You might find a good shopping companion, a good movie partner, a good listener or even someone with similar interest but is he the one that will be significant enough to be a part of your life that you will remember after many years ? Relationship, is about two souls crossing path and two straight lines will not meet each other again once they crossed each other. It is for us to initiate and decide where this crossing turn into a knot or if it is significant enough to be remembered in later years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had crossed thousands of souls. There might be some that has equal 'superpower' like us and very compatible to us, just that we do not notice or put enough initiatives to make it a memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you had someone in mind, take some initiatives. You will never know if he or she is the superhero that you're looking for and that crossing might be a potential knot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I'm not promoting the above movie as it ain't that good. Who wanna catch 'All Well Ends Well' with me ? Note that I do take initiatives to make every crossings a memory .. a knot is overrated to me =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7084140982129987349?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7084140982129987349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7084140982129987349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7084140982129987349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7084140982129987349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/02/relationship.html' title='Relationship ..'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TVAc_XTbTSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Te7xP4Qac8I/s72-c/075558db-37bb-48d5-bf66-83e33d9d7348_mrmrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-6866817914471920370</id><published>2011-02-05T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:07:22.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom words of CNY</title><content type='html'>CNY actually makes you look at things at different perspective and reflect on the things that you had felt less obvious previously. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And throughout this CNY I'd learn something ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Home cook food is the best food in the world and something money can't buy. I had a great dinner in Chor 1 and Chor 2 at relatives place and the food was so good. Was quite disappointed when I was told by them that this will be the last year they will be cooking (due to age catching up). I had great and expensive food by our vendors in restaurant .. all I need is some simple home cook food !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When going on a movie date should ALWAYS buy tickets in advance to avoid any disappointment.  I had learnt my mistake and actually found out that even bookings online with my credit card also entitles me for discounts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Guardian's Disney cuties is actually one hell good marketing gimmick =P No doubt it's kinda cute but it makes you spend unnecessary, like buying Ice-creams just to top up for the amount of stickers .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Shall not post online on the numbers that you have bought .. Jinx Jinx ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy CNY to all my dearest readers =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-6866817914471920370?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/6866817914471920370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=6866817914471920370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6866817914471920370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6866817914471920370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/02/wisdom-words-of-cny.html' title='Wisdom words of CNY'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-804797514409938447</id><published>2011-01-23T04:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T04:45:31.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward 2011</title><content type='html'>Note: Thanks to Teh Tarik, you now got the chance to read my blog =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TTs7JZsps1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Dpc2XEDXXLc/s400/bleh.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565106797249409874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny !!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in less than 2 weeks we will enter the year of Bunny. I am writing this to remind myself to move forward in 2011 and make this year an awesome year. I got freaked out, having cold feet and lost track thanks to the roller coaster relationship stuff I'm actually feeling, when you know someone like you and you like someone and that someone is actually not the same one, and in both ways you cannot afford to screw up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest teaching of Buddhism is the art to pursue happiness. That alone reminds me to be happy and think of the bright side. To think back, people in the workplace fall for me due to my cheerful character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't stop someone from liking you coz you're hot, so just continue being hot and continue getting all the perks from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't let someone stop you from liking someone, so just do it without regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To try hard enough is to try less. It's like someone trying to get the dream job he wanted, only to find that the dream job is not really that great. I think it is best to get the job that you slowly find passion on it and love it after you are doing it. We're not suppose to push ourselves too hard, same goes to all aspect of life, even in relationship. Things will turn out great eventually. Even if it screws up, it took less effort to clean the mess than to make sure it doesn't screw up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TTtBAqZPK5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_G5XrHsJT8g/s1600/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TTtBAqZPK5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_G5XrHsJT8g/s400/hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565113244182326162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At times, cure is better than prevention. So stop worrying too much !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah .. you should be worried coz I'm getting too sexy =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm definitely winning my bet ~ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/12175083-804797514409938447?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/804797514409938447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=804797514409938447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/804797514409938447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/804797514409938447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/01/moving-forward-2011.html' title='Moving forward 2011'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TTs7JZsps1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Dpc2XEDXXLc/s72-c/bleh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2552197800024437632</id><published>2011-01-15T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:34:33.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confess and being confessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which one would you prefer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both equally screws you up when you are in a bad day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or screws your good day if the wrong person confessed ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe you confessed to the wrong person ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I'm feeling right now ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah ... I'm gonna treat like nothing happens and do 100 sit-ups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got really freaked out just now ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p/s: I don't have the courage to confess yet coz I know I WILL screw up !&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/12175083-2552197800024437632?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2552197800024437632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2552197800024437632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2552197800024437632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2552197800024437632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2011/01/confess-and-being-confessed.html' title='Confess and being confessed'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-3127513234557642443</id><published>2010-12-20T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:41:32.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd learnt something today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TQ94zEP7rGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eDhc_6hzgBE/s1600/Photo0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TQ94zEP7rGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eDhc_6hzgBE/s400/Photo0159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552789684280339554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm already trying to pace down myself ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will walk a little slower in the future =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-3127513234557642443?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/3127513234557642443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=3127513234557642443&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3127513234557642443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3127513234557642443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/12/id-learnt-something-today.html' title='I&apos;d learnt something today'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TQ94zEP7rGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eDhc_6hzgBE/s72-c/Photo0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-8412502346665913394</id><published>2010-12-08T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:47:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I lost count</title><content type='html'>On how many years I had met you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to tradition I will post a blog for your birthday ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-8412502346665913394?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8412502346665913394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=8412502346665913394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8412502346665913394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8412502346665913394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-lost-count.html' title='Sometimes I lost count'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7623176650197997763</id><published>2010-11-20T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:06:16.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.A.I.R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My cousin's wife believes that there is nothing fair in this world, be it in career, opportunities or even relationship. In a different perspective, I believe that everything happens for a reason, and for those who are unfortunate to face hardship in life, life is just being fair for them because they don't really fight for what they actually wanted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different perspectives in fairness. The first is for those people who is like my cousin's wife. She accepts the fact that life is unfair as some people are smarter and some people are suppose to be more superior, thus exploiting the whole scenario and lead a good life. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second are those who think that the world should be fair, everyone should be equal and they hate every moment of their lives as they are less fortunate than others. These people will enjoy their life more if they were born as ants, living a less dynamic life with less variables in life, where every ants (most of them born with the same size, same thoughts and do the same job collecting foods for the ant queen) are equal besides the ant queen, less comparison and feel less bad about themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose to believe that the world is being 'unfair' for a reason. You can't blame on others when you are just sitting on your ass without working hard to make life better. Thus, you are what you made of and what you achieved are what you work on. Ain't life fair when you get what you wanted because you work for it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for a charity food distribution for the urban poor this morning and I observed characters of those who are desperately poor finding it hard to survive. It hurts me so much to see young children not having enough food because life is being unfair to them. It hurts me even more when the older ones are poor with attitudes. Maybe life has been harsh to them, they became selfish and denial. During food distribution, they cut cues and tried to get as many free lunches as they could. After the food distribution, some were still sitting along the corridor doing nothing starring at empty sky, not working nor contributing anything to the society or economy. These people, who curse the world for being unfair.. were actually treated fairly due to their lack of conscience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this kid where we wanted to give him extra food but he rejected honestly because he already got his share. It is too cruel to tell this kid that life is being 'fair' to him because he did nothing wrong. He was born in such a hardship life. And we, who is living in a much 'fair' life are suppose to play our role to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TOfvn9RQgrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/37qk951fpw4/s400/Photo0120.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541661336243569330" /&gt;How much do you believe in fairness ? Different perspectives it may be, work hard on changing your life and the word 'fair' will just be a mere adjective that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Michael Jackson chose to be 'fair' to change his life ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-7623176650197997763?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7623176650197997763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7623176650197997763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7623176650197997763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7623176650197997763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/11/fair.html' title='F.A.I.R'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TOfvn9RQgrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/37qk951fpw4/s72-c/Photo0120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-1522139441117850686</id><published>2010-11-14T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:13:11.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achievements Are Overrated</title><content type='html'>I do admit that I used the word 'overrated' a little too much, but life is really too much of overrated moments. We tend to compare ourselves with the society and setting a bench mark to our own achievements by observing others similar lifestyle. Be it the amount of money we made, the social status we achieved or even the trophy that we obtained. This is why a lot of rich old bastards are getting young mistress just to show off  their trophies to their peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we tend to feel slightly better when our friends failed exam together with us, at least we feel less alone, or in a more honest opinion, to feel less likely to be in the bottom chain of the pyramid. It has become a norm to compare who drives a bigger car, who draws a higher salary, who lives in a bigger house and such ideas have been subconsciously planted in our minds since very young. We compared on how many A's we achieved in our examinations, we even got jealous when our friends get a better or more expensive school bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew people who work too hard just to be recognized. One even told me proudly that he got 'Naruto' syndrome. I used to have big dreams and to achieve a lot when I was very young, until I grew older to learn that the people out there is way smarter and luckier than me and it is impossible to achieve more than Mark Zuckerberg (Facebook founder). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discover yourself and know what you actually wanted. Being honest to what you actually wanted to achieve and the easiest method of comparison which could quantify is the amount of money you have. Those who said that they love their job is a big big liar unless they are not getting paid for doing their job aka charity (that is a whole different story). We get paid to work and if we get a better paid job, we change job because we love the extra paycheck, not because of the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if achievements are based on money, all the hardship climbing the corporate ladders will look silly when you strike a 40 million jackpot lottery, which 1 day of bank interest will be more than your monthly pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being very honest to myself, I aim to have a lot of money so that I could retire young and do the things I 'might' like to do. Working too hard for achievement is overrated. Strike a balance on having fun in life without compromising on your future so that when you look back in life you achieved more than the figures in your bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I don't sleep that early at night even though I know that I will be sleepy during work. I got better things to do in life than to be a workaholic. I stalk this special someone on Facebook and I enjoy every bit of it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-1522139441117850686?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/1522139441117850686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=1522139441117850686&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1522139441117850686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1522139441117850686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/11/achievements-are-overrated.html' title='Achievements Are Overrated'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5366111426807534380</id><published>2010-11-12T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:15:59.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Here ..</title><content type='html'>Yes I am ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv YA ~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-5366111426807534380?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5366111426807534380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5366111426807534380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5366111426807534380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5366111426807534380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-here.html' title='I am Here ..'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-1854876257200875017</id><published>2010-10-01T23:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:25:55.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes you are wrong .. Because I'm not in any relationship with the opposite sex or same sex for a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me working for 1 year in MBNS (aka Measat Broadcast Network System aka Astro which was mistaken as MEASAT lately).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how have much have I changed after being in a rat race for a year ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TKX65XCyGlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q5yMIkWnkmE/s400/40428_420122070381_591515381_5009342_1071481_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523096381384956498" /&gt;Successfully being a rat by participating in BURSA THE EDGE RAT RACE 2010&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TKX7xCdEo5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/0my2qit4SS0/s400/Photo0012.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523097337930752914" /&gt;Had alot of good food and growing fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TKX8Xm5c7qI/AAAAAAAAAPs/p3ETxWFR_R4/s400/Photo0067.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523098000548490914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And some fortune telling that asked me to keep working .. and also find a new partner ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come .....&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/12175083-1854876257200875017?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/1854876257200875017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=1854876257200875017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1854876257200875017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1854876257200875017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-year-anniversary.html' title='1 Year Anniversary'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TKX65XCyGlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q5yMIkWnkmE/s72-c/40428_420122070381_591515381_5009342_1071481_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7058677478483084969</id><published>2010-08-20T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:10:22.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something nice to read</title><content type='html'>*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside&lt;br /&gt;the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.&lt;br /&gt;My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7058677478483084969?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7058677478483084969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7058677478483084969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7058677478483084969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7058677478483084969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-nice-to-read.html' title='Something nice to read'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-4606267002017588845</id><published>2010-07-11T13:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:32:04.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best advice ever !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TDlg-niOo0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/NZ2yGhYRnsk/s1600/88300437.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 20px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 1200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TDlg-niOo0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/NZ2yGhYRnsk/s1600/88300437.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492527849435734850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-4606267002017588845?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/4606267002017588845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=4606267002017588845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/4606267002017588845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/4606267002017588845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-advice-ever.html' title='The best advice ever !'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TDlg-niOo0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/NZ2yGhYRnsk/s72-c/88300437.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-8668975575780580280</id><published>2010-07-04T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:43:14.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new culture since Facebook gets in the picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TDBldANQe4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/VPXty6e50so/s1600/bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TDBldANQe4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/VPXty6e50so/s400/bd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489999494710852482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how to celebrate birthday after the invention of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some close friends will spam your wall with nonsense and funny wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people who know you but rarely/never met you before will wish you sincerely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people who never know you at all and yet in your list will wish you for being nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people who forgot to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;login&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; will forget bout your birthday because nowadays with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; no one will remember birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you everyone for all the wishes !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly.. those wishes need to come true !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: The heart will tell you who you loved most when you are most happy getting wishes from that certain someone :)&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/12175083-8668975575780580280?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8668975575780580280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=8668975575780580280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8668975575780580280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8668975575780580280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-culture-since-facebook-gets-in.html' title='The new culture since Facebook gets in the picture'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/TDBldANQe4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/VPXty6e50so/s72-c/bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-8681117383793394358</id><published>2010-04-19T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:18:53.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I read this from facebook ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Missing someone isn't about how long it’s been since you've seen each other or the amount of time since you've talked. Its about that very moment when your doing something and you wish they were right there with you every time all the time…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-8681117383793394358?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8681117383793394358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=8681117383793394358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8681117383793394358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8681117383793394358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-read-this-from-facebook-missing.html' title='missing someone'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-6540090573013218244</id><published>2010-04-11T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:58:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It always speak the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And do you know what it is ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's your heart that will not lie to you in any circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are sick and feeling lonely, the one you wish to take care of you is the one you miss the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone never replies you every time you say hi, deep in your heart you know that she felt annoyed with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't feel like eating even though the food is great, its because the one eating with you is annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S8HGWSJe9JI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4Jsa-Yj4YNg/s1600/jhg_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S8HGWSJe9JI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4Jsa-Yj4YNg/s400/jhg_thumb.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458862309480789138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when you doubt something and wanted to listen to the truth, just ask your heart ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S8HGWSJe9JI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4Jsa-Yj4YNg/s1600/jhg_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-6540090573013218244?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/6540090573013218244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=6540090573013218244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6540090573013218244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6540090573013218244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-always-speak-truth.html' title='It always speak the truth'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S8HGWSJe9JI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4Jsa-Yj4YNg/s72-c/jhg_thumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-1938817297702843801</id><published>2010-03-13T20:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:31:04.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Class Blow Water</title><content type='html'>Remember the carlsberg commercial in the cinema, when a group of people stranded in an island seeking for SOS and helicopter with beers come to rescue? I always find the quote in the end of the commercial amusing..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S5uK5Z7dieI/AAAAAAAAANk/CX-YIeQ5WH0/s1600-h/1-carlsberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S5uK5Z7dieI/AAAAAAAAANk/CX-YIeQ5WH0/s400/1-carlsberg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448100893052209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whenever there's great beer, there's great stories"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The above quote is very true, because when one is intoxicated, they tend to be more bold to bullshit about their life and other things. We chinese called it 'blow water'. I have no idea how it this word was created, probably due to those saliva blowing off from one's mouth without having any substance in the topics they are talking about. That's why you can see old chinese apeks sitting on restaurants late at night with a few bottles of beers talking all bullcrap bout politics, complaining life, etc. etc. all night long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In fact, blowing water is a fun thing to do provided that the audiences are equally stupid. Or else it would be 'cakap sorang-sorang' and 'syok sendiri' or pipapipapipa which is quite annoying. But then, we tend to mix around with people around our level, thus most of the listeners are stupid as well. Another reason why you see mamak stall business is doing so well; everyone finding a place to blow water with an environment noisy enough the other table wont be listening to what you bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S5uP7U3EPcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jI5RXTQaPRU/s1600-h/anim0841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S5uP7U3EPcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jI5RXTQaPRU/s400/anim0841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448106423609474498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Big fat whale blowing water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For years I have been blowing water and until recently when I had nothing better to do and googled my name, I found this ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S5uRBB3JCcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yhOBqUqmW1s/s1600-h/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S5uRBB3JCcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yhOBqUqmW1s/s400/cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448107621100358082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally being acknowledged of being a first class blow water ~ =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-1938817297702843801?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/1938817297702843801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=1938817297702843801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1938817297702843801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1938817297702843801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/03/1st-class-blow-water.html' title='1st Class Blow Water'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S5uK5Z7dieI/AAAAAAAAANk/CX-YIeQ5WH0/s72-c/1-carlsberg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-4953776294664103142</id><published>2010-02-14T07:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:36:32.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiger Blog</title><content type='html'>I woke up even earlier than normal working days on this lunar new year.. Maybe it's due to the bed that is too hard for my tiger back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna be lonely and bored.. I wish something nice happen later !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy tiger year !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s. My lottery never strike.. which means I can buy a new tv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/p/s. I'm seriously feeling it ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-4953776294664103142?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/4953776294664103142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=4953776294664103142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/4953776294664103142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/4953776294664103142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiger-blog.html' title='The Tiger Blog'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-3552627843142702249</id><published>2010-02-01T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:21:35.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2010 Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh well, this will be my first post for 2010. Haven't been blogging for awhile since I'm less emo lately :p And is very occupied with work and other stuffs. Working life has made me appreciate weekends more. Lately I don't even have enough time to finish all my mangas. Too much other priorities to be done. It goes like this, Facebook &gt; MSN &gt; Manga &gt; Kreko &gt; TIME &gt; FORTUNE .. Thus normally TIME and FORTUNE are left out .. should find sometime for them .. hopefully during my long break on cNY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And CNY is coming soon in just 2 weeks. Every year I will tell my relatives that I will bring along my GF during visiting. And as usual I failed every year. For this year I'm going to show off with my new sexy GF ~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S2bvyT7GxvI/AAAAAAAAANc/88dLRlKpxKI/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433293648089761522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentines n CNY to all that happens to drop by here ~&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/12175083-3552627843142702249?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/3552627843142702249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=3552627843142702249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3552627843142702249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3552627843142702249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010-post.html' title='The 2010 Post'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/S2bvyT7GxvI/AAAAAAAAANc/88dLRlKpxKI/s72-c/IMG_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-411911892782600972</id><published>2009-12-21T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:33:57.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It fells like yesterday ...</title><content type='html'>Christmas meant nothing to me until 5 years ago when we went on a date under the stars. It had been the greatest moment together. Time passes, things had changed but yet those memories are still fresh inside me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It still feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;like yesterday to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-411911892782600972?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/411911892782600972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=411911892782600972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/411911892782600972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/411911892782600972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-felt-like-yesterday.html' title='It fells like yesterday ...'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2321010569856144124</id><published>2009-12-21T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:04:25.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 is going to END</title><content type='html'>Currently blogging from my laptop (MSI, cheapest 14' ultraportable laptop) and is doing this in an attempt to tell all my readers that I am still alive. Recently have been very busy with work and life, although I am still progressing slowly in many aspect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First lets talk bout relationship in 2009. 2009 is another failure in term of relationship and I think this curse will continue for quite sometime. There are friends who joined the single club and in just months they already resigned from the club. 2010's valentines day is on 1st day of CNY so no more pathetic steamboat gathering ... BOOOOOOYAHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bout career in 2009, so far so good I guess. Now I'm planning to learn more on interior design so that I could concentrate more on property investment next time. 3 years to go for my plan to start my very own mamak stall.. I hope I get big bonus next year .. or maybe let me strike jackpot .. I need money to open my mamak stall !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else ? emmm .... I think I lost weight in 2009 :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay ... see you all in Christmas.. shall post again .. bla bla bla bla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-2321010569856144124?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2321010569856144124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2321010569856144124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2321010569856144124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2321010569856144124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-is-going-to-end.html' title='2009 is going to END'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2241168988759412048</id><published>2009-10-27T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:07:53.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to measure your love</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1) When you get jealous when she's hanging out with someone else.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more you have the feeling the more you love her. To choose between two girls is easy, you love the one that you are more jealous when she hangs out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) When you dreamed of her randomly that you loved her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be affected by your daily routines so its less accurate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) When you set your priorities on her more than others.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much are you willing to spend on her birthday compare to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) When you watch porn and still think of her ...... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Maria Ozawa lost !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-2241168988759412048?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2241168988759412048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2241168988759412048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2241168988759412048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2241168988759412048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-measure-your-love.html' title='How to measure your love'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5767447038440036817</id><published>2009-10-18T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:51:52.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I LoVe Deepavali the Most ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not really a big fan of public holidays until I started working, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; its like staying at home and still get money. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; the most this year; having a day off and still getting paid. But the best thing is, I got my pay early this month, and it's more than what I'd expected. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I'd start working, I was wondering how I'm to deal with the life there since I had a really bad experience during my internship with working life. Surprisingly, I found out that I really don't hate my job now. Time passes quite fast during working hours. Just like last week, there's this Iphone exhibition in my workplace and everyone was so excited over it. Even my boss asked me to 'snake' with him just to discuss about the Iphone plans that were available. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/StsrQ5648YI/AAAAAAAAAMs/eOvNeROv63c/s400/DSC00889.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393952548132024706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been more than two weeks working and so far the experience is quite good. I am exposed to the most advanced broadcasting system in the nation, my first time into a server room and much more. And early of next month .. team building event (can snake again)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't life good when you don't hate what you're doing ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just like running a marathon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tomorrow = HOLIDAY ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5767447038440036817?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5767447038440036817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5767447038440036817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5767447038440036817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5767447038440036817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-love-deepavali-most.html' title='When I LoVe Deepavali the Most ~'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/StsrQ5648YI/AAAAAAAAAMs/eOvNeROv63c/s72-c/DSC00889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-245408328647862323</id><published>2009-09-25T15:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:34:45.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Has been awhile since I last updated. Life has been pretty routine lately, going for workout, hiking and hanging around with friends just like a 'pengacara', which means a busy jobless person (penganggur yang banyak acara; a word commonly used in Indonesia according to a friend of mine).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am starting a new life on Oct 1 ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SrxxcdXEvhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-809FLUyzWc/s400/img205.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385303988159954450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this is my new found interest ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Srxw1FGiArI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WS5E1vZinOg/s400/DSC00887.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385303311633220274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this is how you ask a woman to sleep with you, according to another friend of mine ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"its a man's obligation to insert his boneration into a woman's separation and increase world population so you have a generation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-245408328647862323?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/245408328647862323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=245408328647862323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/245408328647862323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/245408328647862323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far..'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SrxxcdXEvhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-809FLUyzWc/s72-c/img205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7560293843106260491</id><published>2009-08-29T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:58:09.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>Jealousy is one of the most screwed up emotions in the world. It's like when you see someone else is better than you in certain things and you feel bad about yourself not to be able to achieve such milestones. It might be a good way to motivate you to work harder.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there are times when no matter how hard you work, there are things that are fated in a way beyond your reach. And to make the situation worse, you'd actually feel the agony of being left behind, seeing others happily and somehow trying to make yourself look 'nice' by acting cool about it. It's the worst feeling ever ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw life, when you're left behind, and the thing that you are chasing for is one of your top priorities in life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever want something so so so so badly and yet you know you couldn't have it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Envy is indeed one of the sins of mankind ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go running &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7560293843106260491?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7560293843106260491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7560293843106260491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7560293843106260491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7560293843106260491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/08/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-4262683739350534145</id><published>2009-08-21T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:42:25.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise to myself</title><content type='html'>There was this girl that I was looking at from behind for 4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During convocation, she sat exactly beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never even had a single conversation with her&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised to myself that I'll talk to her if I ever meet her again in any situation ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/12175083-4262683739350534145?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/4262683739350534145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=4262683739350534145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/4262683739350534145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/4262683739350534145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/08/promise-to-myself.html' title='A promise to myself'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-1318372282796699263</id><published>2009-07-31T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:52:19.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Imperfections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, we tend to forget all the simple yet beautiful things that had happened in our lives. I hope this Ad by Yasmin Ahmad made you recall back those beautiful things in life and made a smile on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-1318372282796699263?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/1318372282796699263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=1318372282796699263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1318372282796699263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1318372282796699263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/07/beauty-imperfections.html' title='Beautiful Imperfections'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5776656049680861760</id><published>2009-07-21T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:46:21.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Korean ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why craving for korean songs when you can find equally cute boys and girls singing in Thai language. You don't understand what they are singing anyway .. and they're much nearer :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpVO3ZqtzSw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpVO3ZqtzSw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5776656049680861760?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5776656049680861760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5776656049680861760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5776656049680861760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5776656049680861760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-korean.html' title='Why Korean ?'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5409882951657169658</id><published>2009-07-08T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:56:10.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great song :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNRz8SjRKF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNRz8SjRKF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5409882951657169658?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5409882951657169658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5409882951657169658&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5409882951657169658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5409882951657169658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-song-p.html' title='Great song :p'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-8938762833024542021</id><published>2009-06-29T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:20:51.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Run Ever !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SkjbbJ27MEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/__r5XmIJDZ8/s1600-h/4957_112370648938_754283938_2809467_5528655_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SkjbbJ27MEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/__r5XmIJDZ8/s400/4957_112370648938_754283938_2809467_5528655_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352769416679075906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21km in 2 hours 32 minutes.. not an impressive time but it was a great run .. and it's just the beginning !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-8938762833024542021?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8938762833024542021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=8938762833024542021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8938762833024542021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8938762833024542021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-run-ever.html' title='The Best Run Ever !'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SkjbbJ27MEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/__r5XmIJDZ8/s72-c/4957_112370648938_754283938_2809467_5528655_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-3957879306637728038</id><published>2009-06-23T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:40:04.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Changes Everything</title><content type='html'>Time changes everything and everyone. For the past few years, I think I'd changed to being less ego and less attention seeking. I used to get myself into center of attention back in high school, during classes or in any activities and this somehow made some people feeling disgusted with me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now, I'm more low profile and try to limit myself being center of attention by being more humble, less ego and also argue less, although fate sometimes work in a very funny way, like somehow I'd end up getting lotsa lotsa attention from strangers while climbing Broga hill, or somehow a bird flew over n poo on my head.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish to change for better because I used to think that you're so perfect in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow, sometimes I'm dissapointed with you now. Guess time changes everything. Maybe I'd changed, maybe you're still the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe we'd never really understand each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much have I change ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sj-yaWQ4nlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TiSLhilxRdE/s1600-h/4924_109290893938_754283938_2751023_6007773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sj-yaWQ4nlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TiSLhilxRdE/s400/4924_109290893938_754283938_2751023_6007773_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350191048062180946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew where I'd changed. I'd found new loves .. I love running and outdoor activities !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/12175083-3957879306637728038?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/3957879306637728038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=3957879306637728038&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3957879306637728038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3957879306637728038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-changes-everything.html' title='Time Changes Everything'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sj-yaWQ4nlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TiSLhilxRdE/s72-c/4924_109290893938_754283938_2751023_6007773_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7636606653960782348</id><published>2009-06-18T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:45:42.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweeeeeet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found this from somewhere ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SjmqO3lByVI/AAAAAAAAAME/3gjVlU_xmxo/s1600-h/27e012706e1198769ccf833c68e646c97a1d5da1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SjmqO3lByVI/AAAAAAAAAME/3gjVlU_xmxo/s400/27e012706e1198769ccf833c68e646c97a1d5da1_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348493204893321554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7636606653960782348?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7636606653960782348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7636606653960782348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7636606653960782348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7636606653960782348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweeeeeet.html' title='sweeeeeet'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SjmqO3lByVI/AAAAAAAAAME/3gjVlU_xmxo/s72-c/27e012706e1198769ccf833c68e646c97a1d5da1_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-406525051021518152</id><published>2009-06-12T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:36:01.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langgar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lZjiFAPX8kE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lZjiFAPX8kE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can throw a kiss as good as them too .. but still, the song is great :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-406525051021518152?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/406525051021518152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=406525051021518152&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/406525051021518152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/406525051021518152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/06/langgar.html' title='Langgar'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2675391510312655141</id><published>2009-06-08T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:54:18.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Six8-Af3wGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gILEn7nLp8E/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+762009+124451+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Six8-Af3wGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gILEn7nLp8E/s400/Fullscreen+capture+762009+124451+PM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344784262509346914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am myself, I made her laugh, I respect her, I'm spontaneous, and I even have my own dogs (maybe my dogs are too big)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder I can't get a GF .. wrong strategy :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-2675391510312655141?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2675391510312655141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2675391510312655141&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2675391510312655141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2675391510312655141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Six8-Af3wGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gILEn7nLp8E/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+762009+124451+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2519867977889008071</id><published>2009-06-07T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:24:23.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>The word 'forever' is often perceived as meaningless and the biggest crap (scooby's crap is even bigger :p) by those who had .. ahemm .. failed on their relationship when their partners used to tell them that they love them forever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever, etymologically comes from &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;, in its original sense of always. Ever means always and for doesn't mean eternity. For is just a situation in special condition that that when the condition is met he/she will always (verb = love, run, etc..) aka forever. Just like in simple programming practice, a&lt;i&gt; for loop &lt;/i&gt;must have special conditions met in order for the loop to go on indefinitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; (mishan = alive&amp;amp;healthy , mishan =!  working)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; running();&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, when your boyfriend tells you that he will love you forever, he means that he will always love you when those special conditions 'for' are met (conditions like you're pretty, he can't find someone else prettier etc etc....) and we always take the word forever for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever is not a meaningless word. It's a way to declare your passion on doing something with certain conditions. Different people has different definition of forever as everyone will set different conditions on it. For me, when I said I'll run with you forever, I'll set the least condition to sattisfy the &lt;i&gt;function&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; running() ; &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; is operator and running() is a function in programming).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I said forever, I meant it. So lets look forward for some running next time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-2519867977889008071?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2519867977889008071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2519867977889008071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2519867977889008071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2519867977889008071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2551386473764105590</id><published>2009-06-03T03:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:49:45.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages of Love</title><content type='html'>The father of psychology Sigmund Freud once mentioned about the seven stages of life. Here I'm to crap bout the different stages of relationship. I had learnt from the movie "I Corrupt All Cops" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chan said that wearing a ring in different fingers brings different meanings. Starting from the thumb is courting, following by propose, engagement, marriage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of the fingers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a relationship we do have different stages as well. Firstly would be the flirting stage, or also called testing the market in economic or investment term. This is where you try hitting on someone to see the prospect of the relationship. This stage should not be practiced too long on the same target as your target will think that you're not being serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following stage is committed relationship. In this stage you 'claimed' that you are being serious to your partner and will spend most of your time with your partner than any other opposite sex species (besides dogs/cats/any pets or your mom for some cases). This stage is the most dramatic stages in most relationships, as there are less obligation as you have yet to sign the paper and yet to have a family, and you tend to follow your heart the most. This stage can be further expand to normal dating, cohabitation or even engagement and sex is one important factor in this stage. Average couples lasted 2-3 years before proceeding to the next stage, and is advisable not to stay on this stage for more than 7 years due some negative effects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course the next stage is marriage. This stage can last forever depending who dies first. A marriage is also divided into few different stages. A newly wed will have all the lovey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt; moments for the first one or two years, and shall proceed to the next stage of marriage, which is starting a family. The second stage of marriage lasted until your children moves out of the house, and this stage is never easy. The third stage will be always be the best in a relationship, when you learn to appreciate your partner after all these years and when most have reach financial freedom. The downside of this stage is that you're not like your younger days when you have all the energy to do what you want, or maybe your partner died earlier than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last stage is the separation stage, and you'll need to start all over again. This stage can be your second or third stage of your relationship. In life we need changes so that we have something to look forward. Relationship is a way for us to look forward on something we'd anticipated. We wish to do things with someone hoping to gain memorable experience. When a relationship turns less interesting, it's time to explore something new, or move on to the next stage (or even the last stage). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything in this world has a linear rule of time and you can't stay on the same stage for too long. It's like steaming a fish. Firstly you season it and steam it for a specific time, not too long and not too short. And then you serve it and eat before it turns cold. Timing is very important just like in a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you think you're dating someone for sometime, perhaps you should consider looking to the next stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;p/s: Stupid '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yingyong&lt;/span&gt;' from Kim Gary made me write this. You should have stop me from ordering that :p &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/12175083-2551386473764105590?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2551386473764105590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2551386473764105590&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2551386473764105590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2551386473764105590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/06/stages-of-love.html' title='Stages of Love'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5009488829558738776</id><published>2009-06-01T06:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:34:21.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6 morning post !!!</title><content type='html'>This is the third day of not being able to sleep ... I am not drinking any tea/alcohol at night anymore !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... anyone wanna have breakfast with me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5009488829558738776?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5009488829558738776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5009488829558738776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5009488829558738776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5009488829558738776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-morning-post.html' title='The 6 morning post !!!'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-1885381868067087748</id><published>2009-05-31T04:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:22:43.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamak Chat</title><content type='html'>One of the shitty part of my biological system is that when I consume alcohol or Teh-O (lipton or any yellow tea.. my body can accept chinese tea quite well) I can't sleep. And when I can't sleep, you can see me blogging.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just now we had a fun conversation during the Teh-O session, Keat told Mun to find a FUBU from his uni mates to cure his jiwangness and Mun said that all of them are not a suitable FUBU candidate due to their 'kekuatan iman'.. so this is what Keat taught us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keat : Hi.. wanna be my FUBU ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl  : But we are friends.. it's not right to do it ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keat : Then, tonight we'll be boyfriend/girfriend and tomorrow we'll be friends back .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl : Oh .. ok :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above scenario is just a simulation by Keat and has no guarantee on the success rate. But still, Keat is always claimed to be the most 'bahagia' among us so he has all the rights to say all these nonsense :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-1885381868067087748?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/1885381868067087748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=1885381868067087748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1885381868067087748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1885381868067087748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/05/teh-o-effect.html' title='Mamak Chat'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-6007618608550088550</id><published>2009-05-30T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T04:28:57.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SiBFLYEUKqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UHd4D29CDRU/s1600-h/holding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SiBFLYEUKqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UHd4D29CDRU/s400/holding.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341345219802835618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes .. YOU .. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-6007618608550088550?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/6007618608550088550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=6007618608550088550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6007618608550088550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6007618608550088550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/05/midnight-post.html' title='Midnight post'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SiBFLYEUKqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UHd4D29CDRU/s72-c/holding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7384964448897199684</id><published>2009-05-12T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:43:41.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>1) Outside temperature is roughly 36 degree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt; and will last till September according to weather forecast. I'm so gonna get sick many times with my extreme heaty body.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The indecisive chocolate obsessed nom nom monster has even become a football watching companion. He's so lucky ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I need a running companion to keep with my training routine, or else I'll pig every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Baccarat is nicer than roulette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) The noodle house opposite my house is seriously overrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I'm going to try on a new online game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Why is the weather so hot ? I need my icy princess !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) I love being random. I find it cute when someone simply change topic in conversation provided the conversation is lively. I dont like people who initiate conversation but stop halfway either forgetting what to say or thinking of not saying the rest of the stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I even use random heroes in DOTA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7384964448897199684?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7384964448897199684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7384964448897199684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7384964448897199684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7384964448897199684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7374696505073651517</id><published>2009-05-09T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:24:50.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casino d' Love</title><content type='html'>Love is like gambling, just like betting in a casino. People say, the odds are 50 - 50, love or not love, just like a normal roulette game win or no win, regardless of the odds. The probability of every round is independent. The last round you buy odd on roulette and lost, doesn't make your chances of winning higher this round if you buy odd again. Same applies to love, you got dumped on your previous relationship doesn't mean you got a higher chance this time. And for most games in the casino, most odds are against you.. just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unrequited&lt;/span&gt; love :p People still choose to bet because they think they're the casino raiders; too much Chow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; movies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A simpler love game is equivalent to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baccarat&lt;/span&gt;. In this game, the chances are really 50 - 50 as the casino wont gain any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commission&lt;/span&gt; from you, different from roulette or other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; games. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose .. sometimes you're loved, and sometimes you're not. But then, a lot people think that they are casino raiders, and bet on impossible such as Banker-Tie, which pays 8 times more. It's like hitting on a pretty model beyond your league, most likely to lose but the gain is good when you win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, it feels good to win five &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;round's&lt;/span&gt; of Tie .. and somehow I felt like I'm like the casino raiders.. just minus the hot girls as shown in movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7374696505073651517?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7374696505073651517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7374696505073651517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7374696505073651517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7374696505073651517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/05/casino-d-love.html' title='Casino d&apos; Love'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-1883122250582116550</id><published>2009-04-28T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:09:16.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel</title><content type='html'>I remembered long long ago someone telling me bout keeping squirrel inside a magic bottle :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a cute fun video bout squirrels !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jByfWOLmjo&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jByfWOLmjo&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I knew you blocked me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-1883122250582116550?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/1883122250582116550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=1883122250582116550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1883122250582116550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1883122250582116550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/04/squirrel.html' title='Squirrel'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-3277325532262652745</id><published>2009-04-13T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:37:07.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>I rarely blog on daytime and normally my entries are produced early morning after I dreamt of something or when I can't sleep. This is a special blogging occasion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; currently I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stucked&lt;/span&gt; with my thesis, with problems on my circuits and one week to due date, everything is just so tense so I'd think its a good idea to loose a little bit to write something. It has been sometime since I wrote something anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this thing of remembering the past came through my mind few days ago when I was having my afternoon nap, I dreamt bout getting in touch back with my long lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt; friends. Those were the days when we're young and add random people through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt; to talk about almost everything without worrying much and some eventually had the chemistry to be a good conversation partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up, and log into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt; account via web &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt;, or so called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt;2GO; something i used to log into many years ago. Yup, I still remember my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt; contact number, 35076738. Sadly in my contact list, almost 98% are offline and I bet those people have long forgotten that they had such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt; accounts and will never log into them anymore. I've lost touch with most of the random friends, and I still remembered clearly some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KKR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt; nicknames that I used to chat with, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;KiddoStuffs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BlueSky&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sakuraa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;paperplane&lt;/span&gt;.. every nicknames brought back old memories and it made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing that I'm unable to get back in touch with those peoples was a sad thing, so I decided to leave them an offline message with my email just in case they do log into that ancient messenger one fine day in the future. At least I tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who once have played ICQ before, do log into your account, maybe your future lover had left you an offline message as well ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-3277325532262652745?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/3277325532262652745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=3277325532262652745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3277325532262652745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3277325532262652745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/04/past.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5924141364124896286</id><published>2009-03-28T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:01:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run HutanSeng Run !</title><content type='html'>I like running, to the extent of sacrificing my sleep almost every morning just to go for a run. I even bought a pair of new shoes just for running.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sc5FG3y6ydI/AAAAAAAAALs/LI_5bvQreR4/s400/DSC00785.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264194330184146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the sad thing is that I am never good at running, in fact very suck at it. I tried to chase those who run in front of me but I just couldn't make it. Taking every painful and heavy steps forward, the distance still get wider and wider. Running is like chasing the girl you like, sometimes she runs too fast its impossible to chase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's life to me. It's never easy on doing the things you like, or chasing after the girls you like. We can only work harder to push forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And tomorrow marathon .. GG =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5924141364124896286?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5924141364124896286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5924141364124896286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5924141364124896286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5924141364124896286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/03/run-hutanseng-run.html' title='Run HutanSeng Run !'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sc5FG3y6ydI/AAAAAAAAALs/LI_5bvQreR4/s72-c/DSC00785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-3836685834902637064</id><published>2009-03-18T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:40:17.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Quizzes Are CRAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/ScEFWwWJdBI/AAAAAAAAALk/HhNV9E1KpKk/s1600-h/quiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/ScEFWwWJdBI/AAAAAAAAALk/HhNV9E1KpKk/s400/quiz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314534923766952978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook's&lt;/span&gt; interface has made quizzes being very popular, its like when you see your friend doing some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; name quiz and you think it's stupid to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sachiko&lt;/span&gt;, which sounds like a cat name to me, as her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; name with 5 simple questions. And with that little curiosity and another reason to procrastinate, you stupidly go try out that stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; quiz and get your name as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sanyu&lt;/span&gt; aka. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;penyu&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination is one of the strongest force in the world.. it makes us do all the stupid things just to burn that very limited amount of time we have .. just because we hate doing what we're doing ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh .. I need to be more productive ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sorry if this entry is too short to satisfy your cravings ... shall have more 'ilham' if I manage to dream of something nice ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-3836685834902637064?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/3836685834902637064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=3836685834902637064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3836685834902637064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3836685834902637064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-quizzes-are-crappy.html' title='Facebook Quizzes Are CRAPPY'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/ScEFWwWJdBI/AAAAAAAAALk/HhNV9E1KpKk/s72-c/quiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-125282528056338270</id><published>2009-03-05T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:46:39.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Simple =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sa_zC1OVAAI/AAAAAAAAALc/h-DgugUnKgM/s1600-h/simple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sa_zC1OVAAI/AAAAAAAAALc/h-DgugUnKgM/s400/simple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309729715665567746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those are the number of peoples affected by the 'simple' epidermic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greatness lies in simplicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who're still complicated out there, try take a deep breath, slow down, and take a simple step forward. Things will eventually turn out better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't forget to smile =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-125282528056338270?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/125282528056338270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=125282528056338270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/125282528056338270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/125282528056338270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/03/simply-simple.html' title='Simply Simple =)'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sa_zC1OVAAI/AAAAAAAAALc/h-DgugUnKgM/s72-c/simple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-8635092400693100791</id><published>2009-03-05T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:40:07.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KKR Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sa6tZRNA3yI/AAAAAAAAALU/iWERLBLEpIU/s1600-h/cute-3_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sa6tZRNA3yI/AAAAAAAAALU/iWERLBLEpIU/s400/cute-3_thumb.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309371660342714146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone sent me this cute picture. This is one funny thing bout love. We try all sort of things just to fit into her world. We workout because we know she likes skinny genes, and we read economics because she enjoys talking bout econs. We even spiked our hair to gain a few centimetres taller just for her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's love. Love endures all things, even though we are in different world, or in different part of the world :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-8635092400693100791?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8635092400693100791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=8635092400693100791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8635092400693100791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8635092400693100791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/03/kkr-love.html' title='KKR Love'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sa6tZRNA3yI/AAAAAAAAALU/iWERLBLEpIU/s72-c/cute-3_thumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-6170282483108897467</id><published>2009-02-28T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:40:11.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Guy Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SagXRm576AI/AAAAAAAAALE/vpbySmq8o08/s1600-h/seng5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SagXRm576AI/AAAAAAAAALE/vpbySmq8o08/s400/seng5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307517752124893186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p/s: And shortest post ever :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-6170282483108897467?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/6170282483108897467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=6170282483108897467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6170282483108897467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6170282483108897467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/02/cutest-guy-ever.html' title='Cutest Guy Ever'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SagXRm576AI/AAAAAAAAALE/vpbySmq8o08/s72-c/seng5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-8257317641315204637</id><published>2009-02-21T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:04:36.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I can't sleep I blog ~</title><content type='html'>Many years ago when I just entered university, I'm a little proud of myself being an undergraduate. I felt myself slightly better than others in the same age group. Now, in my final sem, I'd actually feel a little insecure and afraid to move on to the next stage of life. Maybe it's because of my achievements during my uni years, which is nothing compare to most undergraduates, or maybe it's the fact that the next stage of life will be a very long and hard journey. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fear for not being able to compete with others. I fear not being able to achieve my dreams. I fear of not being able to catch up with certain someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when you wish you could achieve more. And I'd hope I will be able to do so on the second half of 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish to have someone special with me lying on the soft white sands and looking at the stars, talking bout our dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish to have someone special with me lying on the soft white sands and looking at the stars, 50 years later, talking bout our accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GANBATE ~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-8257317641315204637?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8257317641315204637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=8257317641315204637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8257317641315204637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8257317641315204637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-cant-sleep-i-blog.html' title='when I can&apos;t sleep I blog ~'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5978022619954738112</id><published>2009-02-11T02:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:08:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;1. i am only doing this because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; i was tagged by JoN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;2. i think someone woke me up with an 'oi' :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;3. i survive with potatoes and eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;4. i used to argue with my brother on the portion of potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;5. i love dogs, and i have two very huge ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;6. i am a psycho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;7. i love economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;8. i can tell stories on economics even though sometimes i doubt the stuffs i told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;9. i learn to trust people less when i grow older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;10. i flirt alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;11. i believe in karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;12. despite alot of flirting, i'm still single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;13. i love travelling but is always lazy to plan one, prefer to 'shoot' straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;14. i can read people's mind accurately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;15. i am very observant and sensitive to surroundings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;16. i dont like sweet stuffs and the only sweet stuffs i like is Secret Recipe's cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;17. i love to watch Discovery Channel, stuffs like Extreme Engineering etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;18. i enjoy watching most movies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;19. i am super stingy to myself, the only thing i'm willing to spend is on food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;20. my house is super dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;21. i spend most of my time in front of the PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;22. i can remember events pretty well, to the extend of telling the clothes that he/she wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;23. i love martial arts and musics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;24. i am never really good at anything particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;25. i'd actually have to think on what to write even though it's something random&lt;/span&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/12175083-5978022619954738112?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5978022619954738112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5978022619954738112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5978022619954738112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5978022619954738112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 random things'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2145524644973198146</id><published>2009-02-07T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:47:06.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Modern Art of War</title><content type='html'>I am amazed with this comic, The Ravages of Time, stories of Three Kingdoms during China's warring state. It tells us on how the warlords of different clans plan their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strategies&lt;/span&gt; to accomplish their goals and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;territories, how the strategists planned, anticipated their opponent moves and read all the psycological factors in the battlefield. Strategists that had made their names on the history book is never ordinary; Zhuge Liang, Sima Yi, or even warlords like Cao Cao. Those were the days where accomplishments were measured on the territories that you conquered, or the battles that you had won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In modern days, war is no child's play. An atomic bomb during 1940s could take out an entire town, and during 1940s, your ordinary PC now has the computing power better than the whole military back then. The setback of war will be too much for mankind to take; with the advancement of technology the world could burn down in minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The war is still going on nowadays, just at different ways. It's what you do to be wealthier than others. It's a symbol of status and glory. Just like how all the recession cycles happen every 10 years. The distribution of wealth will not have any changes if there's no one manipulating behind it. That's economy. Economy exists when mankind brings the warzone to different field. If things are to let it move as it is, there will not be any issues on the economy. Even during depression period, the wealth are still in the market, just in different hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how we see it now, strategists in the business world are doing all they could to gain the most distributed wealth, and manipulate how things will be going in years to come. It's just like how the fuel price was speculated for the benefits of certain group, and how Asian economic crisis happened during late 90s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets talk bout the current situation now. In order for the economy to move, someone will need to spend money. This will start from the government, and they will start printing money. When the currency is not backed by gold, it will float and caused inflation. By then, food price will increase dramatically. But when you're thinking why food when the production of food is always there without shortage, it goes similar to the fuel price. The fuel ain't short either, it's manipulated by someone behind to gain the most out of this war. The economy will go on this way, recession happens, someone will lose the war and someone will win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm no strategist nor economist, this is just a personal view of mine based on conversations with others and simple readings. There is always people smarter than us, so smart that those are the people manipulating the whole economic structure behind. I know someone whose aim is to achieve such altitude, someone who wish to accomplish big, or even wants her name to be in the history record. But deary dear, sometimes such accomplishment is just as good as having triple Obama orgasm; we can.. ahhhhhh .. yes we can ..ahhhhhhh ... yes we can .. AHHHHHHH :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is dedicated to you, a little economic rant to spice up your passion as a birthday gift so that you got much more inspiration for your economic research proposal. Happy Birthday, and may your dreams come true, be it triple orgasm or making your name into history .. or both ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-2145524644973198146?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2145524644973198146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2145524644973198146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2145524644973198146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2145524644973198146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/02/modern-art-of-war.html' title='The Modern Art of War'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-8338859099811952116</id><published>2009-02-01T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:51:58.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape No.7 海角七號</title><content type='html'>Another review for romance flick, Cape No.7 is actually a good one for those that think love is overrated. This movie offers you cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; girl (this reason is already enough for you to watch it), a cute keyboard player, old ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pek&lt;/span&gt; and much more interesting characters. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SYXCx9ks8aI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1xOAjIGcKls/s400/2877356930_d3cf33674e.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297854700269138338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although personally I think its poster is a little dull, and the story flows too slow yet has very little romance elements despite all those cheesy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; narration, this movie should captivate the heart of music lovers. What I like most is the optimism of certain characters and the room for them to grow in the movie; I hate static characters in movies. The songs are quite good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kousuke&lt;/span&gt; Atari has a good voice and the overall storyline is good as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only setback is that it is 2 hours plus... which is too long for a romance movie. Only action movies can made it more than 2 hours, people has limited patience in keeping their focuses, especially on such romance or comedy movies. It's dreadful to sit in the cinema for more than 2 hours without wanting to go to the washroom. So the best recommendation for this movie is to watch it's DVD, have your own sweet time enjoying it on your comfortable sofa at your very own pace. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;advisable&lt;/span&gt; to watch in cinema, but a good material to spend your free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;それぞれに (各自遠颺) Kousuke Atari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwrIEo8dyNs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwrIEo8dyNs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-8338859099811952116?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8338859099811952116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=8338859099811952116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8338859099811952116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8338859099811952116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/02/cape-no7.html' title='Cape No.7 海角七號'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SYXCx9ks8aI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1xOAjIGcKls/s72-c/2877356930_d3cf33674e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7056879660671488801</id><published>2009-01-30T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:44:43.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Grandma : How old are you already ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Tatt Tatt : Oh .. only 22 this year (obviously lying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Grandma : Ohhh ... You know, you should get married already !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Tatt Tatt : =.= ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Grandma : I got married to your grandfather at 18. He was 20 that time. Ah Kun (my dad), faster let your son get married. Then you can become young grandfather !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Tatt Tatt : *trying to ask other cousins yet to get married to sit beside grandma~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandma is growing older year by year and now what she's looking forward is her grandchildren's wedding dinner. Her aim is to attend at least one wedding dinner every year. Now she even had short term memory loss and hearing problems. She will start some conversation herself coz she couldn't join others due to hearing problems, and she will talk about those stories many many years ago, like 20 or 30 years ago. But her favourite story, which she repeated at least 3 times everytime we meet is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Grandma : How long still to graduate ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;           : Another half more year ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Grandma : You know, you're very pretty.. like a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me             : =.= Oh thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Grandma : Last time when you were young, the newspaper seller that delivered newspapers always asked where the pretty girl was when you were not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me             : =.= Ohh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Grandma : You should wear a dress then everyone will think that you're a girl ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  : =.= Ohh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Grandma : You are a girl !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me             : =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's how annoying it is when she repeated such conversation 3 times everytime we meet, and everyone in the family would laugh again and again as if they have not heard it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, she's becoming older and older, and all I know is that she enjoys seeing her grandchildren. Should visit her more often, despite being a girl everytime I do so .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-7056879660671488801?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7056879660671488801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7056879660671488801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7056879660671488801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7056879660671488801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-212772492309194642</id><published>2009-01-27T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:36:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Finger of Life is to have a Big Mole</title><content type='html'>Since all my relatives grown up, the new year mood has been less exciting. I still remembered the time when I was very young, running around the 'kampung' playing fireworks and also playing cards. Now everyone is too old to run around and not much people to play cards with. But this year it's a little more cheerful with some nephews starting to grow up and play with, so it's still not that bad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was grateful this year that my dogs are safe and sound. Last year's tragedy really made the worst new year of my life. I guess the donations that I'd made on new year's eve really paid off. I went to this monastry and made the biggest personal donation from my account to the buddhist monk. The activity is called offer 'dana', where you offered the monks food and gifts. I bought a robe for RM60 to give it to the monks, and the management would resold the robe to people like us to buy again. It's like giving them money to sustain their monastry in a legit buddhism way; monks cannot accept money from others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, giving is about sharing merits. To say that I hope for nothing back in return is a lie. I do wish for good karma, a better luck, and also wish for my dogs to be safe and sound. Everytime we give something we'd subconsciously asking for something in return. It's just like asking a girl out for a date, treating her expensive dinner and giving her flowers, it's either to win her heart or to get into her pants; either for a good reason or a bad reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should learn to give more and make more donations. Sometimes opportunity is about luck, no matter how hard you're ready for opportunity but it never came, it's pointless. I'm not that greedy, I just need enough luck and opportunity to make enough money so that I could personally hired a domestic maid to take care of my dogs, so that I wouldnt be that worried going back hometown during chinese new year. But then, it's not possible for me to hire one coz you need to have either old people staying with you, or have children to be eligible. Guess I need more luck in getting a wife soon enough too ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not that greedy, I just have a 'Big Mole' in life... :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Moo MOo year everyone ~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: translate the above title to cantonese for better understanding of it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-212772492309194642?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/212772492309194642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=212772492309194642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/212772492309194642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/212772492309194642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/01/middle-finger-of-life-is-to-have-big.html' title='Middle Finger of Life is to have a Big Mole'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-8255630514563960044</id><published>2009-01-12T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:12:23.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good BF</title><content type='html'>I've got to know a friend during internship and he's really fun to talk with. His story of being a good BF is really amusing, telling us how he used to bake cakes for his girlfriend. For me, baking cake is a simple task but I don't have a stove at home, and my damn stupid EGO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forbids&lt;/span&gt; me from going to my friend's place asking for their help just to bake a cake for someone I like. At least that was how I used to be. I have this stupid EGO thing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forbids&lt;/span&gt; me from doing the most ridiculous thing to impress a girl, and being rational as always, I will end up doing something ordinary for being practical.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SWtlpwIAHkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zotB1m0XHek/s400/DSC00644.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290433955244285506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yup, that above image is a birthday card that I personally did for fatty, kinda retarded looking but for now I shouldn't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; about doing such thing anymore, which is why I posted it up here. And for friends that think I should move on and not caught in the past, trust me I really do. The previous post is not about her anyway. We might be more than just friends, because she's someone special that has taught me to be someone better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do believe that I'd never play a good role as a good BF before, and if given opportunity I should be doing better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A good BF should once in a while date his beloved to some fancy restaurant and get her flowers, even if it seems to be really impractical; paying for expensive food and spend most of the time waiting for the food than eating it ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A good BF should always initiate to give a call to his beloved, but always give her enough space for her own privacy ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A good BF should allow his beloved to go clubbing once in a while even though he might not like it, coz she won't like him playing Dota either .. (working in the club is another different arguement)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A good BF should treat his beloved like a woman, and also pampered her like a girl ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A good BF should improve himself occasionally, or at least on par with his beloved, coz all girls like someone with sense of security (lack of security attracts nightmares), unless she's someone that always wanted to form her own 'kerajaan' :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course, a good BF needs a good GF to keep things moving on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I guess it's all bout karma :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/12175083-8255630514563960044?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8255630514563960044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=8255630514563960044&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8255630514563960044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8255630514563960044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bf.html' title='A Good BF'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SWtlpwIAHkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zotB1m0XHek/s72-c/DSC00644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-295154134116301154</id><published>2009-01-02T08:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:06:18.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it comes it comes</title><content type='html'>I just had a dream bout you ..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels weird yet nice ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well and it's not a wet dream ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz when you set it to manual mode, the automatic mode is eventually set off ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today doesn't feel like Friday due to yesterday's off ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like you think it's not although it is ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like you think you're doing the wrong thing although deep inside you your heart feels differently ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-295154134116301154?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/295154134116301154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=295154134116301154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/295154134116301154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/295154134116301154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-it-comes-it-comes.html' title='when it comes it comes'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-835914314032712947</id><published>2009-01-01T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:36:05.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Is it just me that feels that somehow the economy crisis has affected the new year mood of everyone, this year I have been receiving very little new year wishes unlike previous years. Or maybe the network of peoples that I knew have grown old enough not to get excited with the changes of numbers in the calender. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Year Eve was spending time playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt; with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; (won a few bucks thanks to some lucky '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fei&lt;/span&gt;') and having some 'fine dining' experience with another close friend. I felt that I'm already passed the age of going overcrowded places for countdowns like what I used to do few years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 is another year looking forward. Instead of having some crappy new year resolution that I'd never managed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; any last year, I'm gonna do some wishes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for a prosperous year with good career&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish my dogs will grow bigger and healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish to find someone to hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I also wish for happiness, especially for everyone that I know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'd never really wish everyone this year, I'm taking this opportunity to wish those that are visiting this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A HAPPY 2009 YEAR AHEAD :)&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/12175083-835914314032712947?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/835914314032712947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=835914314032712947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/835914314032712947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/835914314032712947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7336391734184743402</id><published>2008-12-16T22:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:26:52.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Centimeters Per Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SUfHEr5vDzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IF9w8NBOB6Q/s1600-h/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280407971433484082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SUfHEr5vDzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IF9w8NBOB6Q/s400/index.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;秒速５センチメートル aka 5 Centimeters Per Second is one of the very fine movie that I feel like highlighting. I rarely write about stuff of interests in blog, but this very special movie is indeed uniquely touching, with a very realistic theme and great time line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lately the "Twilight effect" has been influencing most girls on how romance should be. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'5 Centimeters Per Second'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, it's totally a different idea on what you'd think of. Romance it's bout perseverance, innocence, purity and eternity. Memories shall stay forever regardless of time and distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280407592127612770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SUfGum4Kx2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gfvAABKKSmI/s400/5cm+-+Large+01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes, we knew that we couldn't be together even if we loved each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes, it's so easy to love someone for his kindness even though you know he's still waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We grew up and moved on, but the sweet memories will always make us to look back once in awhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I shall never reveal the plot here.. It might be a little boring, without any climax, nonetheless it's worth watching if you're looking for something unique and out of the box..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280408451653070754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SUfHgo3Ab6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ixi85IsetIM/s400/5_centimeters_per_second_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And oh yeah .. it has amazingly beautiful animated sceneries that make this movie less realistic :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7336391734184743402?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7336391734184743402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7336391734184743402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7336391734184743402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7336391734184743402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-centimeters-per-second.html' title='5 Centimeters Per Second'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SUfHEr5vDzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IF9w8NBOB6Q/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5593812063264222749</id><published>2008-12-07T21:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:37:41.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A successful career beats being romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been superbly busy lately. Now I learn to appreciate home more. Nothing beats going home looking at the two super cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; lovely dogs greeting you with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; anticipation. Working is as hell boring if you just focus on the negative side, but actually everyday can be a great new day of learning new stuffs even though you are going through hell. Everyday we will learn something new, it's all bout how we observe the happenings around us in different perspectives and approach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago, my idol Andy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lau&lt;/span&gt; announced that he will marry his 23-years girlfriend from Malaysia. I was wondering, for someone that could wait 23 years just to get married, he/she must be worth waiting, or maybe he's just rich. Being rich is a super factor in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; relationship. Just like the latest &lt;s&gt;blockbuster&lt;/s&gt; teenage love hit "Twilight", has created a super Boyfriend image for all the girls out there; rich, cute, vampire .. etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays, love companions come in package; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Platinium&lt;/span&gt; Package: Cute guys with career, romantic and IS A VAMPIRE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Premium Package: Cute/Normal guys with/without career (can only pick either cute or career), romantic and has all the possible attitudes a normal guy has (football frenzy etc..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Value Meal Package: Normal guys with/without career, not romantic, those that dig their nose in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; stall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, most of the male species fall under value meal package. Human has a very common attitude. We made ourselves as the standard and compare the people around us with what we have and what we achieved. For instances, a short guy will have a comparison standard of, whoever shorter than him is short and whoever taller than him is tall, even though the one taller than him is also short in average. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as usual, we stereotypically compare our partners with others, be it in looks, or materials. And being romantic is the MOST SUBJECTIVE thing in the world. Hereby I reinforce my title once again by telling another story of failure in romance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's this couple who stayed together. During night time, the girl was hungry and wanted to eat "fried Yin Yong". So she called her bf who was outside to buy her the food. Being a 'romantic' bf, he promised her to buy it. Too bad the nearest noodle stall was closed and the second nearest noodle stall was half and hour drive away. Since he needed to go work on the next day, he went to the nearest 7-eleven to buy ROTI GARDENIA for her gf.. and of coz.. the gf wasnt those bitch that will merajuk bcoz of eating ROTI GARDENIA, but deep down inside her gluttony self, she wished that only the ROTI GARDENIA could become "fried Yin Yong" .. or at least 'burger ayam special' ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story, it takes less effort when you have a successful career to be romantic, and eventually those that need to worried bout work the next day will lose out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if the vampire in Twilight is poor till driving a 'motobike seratus sepuluh CC'.. I doubt girls will still like him .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5593812063264222749?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5593812063264222749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5593812063264222749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5593812063264222749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5593812063264222749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/12/successful-career-beats-being-romantic.html' title='A successful career beats being romantic'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-3234795503945183465</id><published>2008-11-16T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:48:36.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Sleep n No Idea Wat to Write</title><content type='html'>Guess da title says it all :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm sneezing so badly .. hmm ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-3234795503945183465?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/3234795503945183465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=3234795503945183465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3234795503945183465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3234795503945183465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-sleep-n-no-idea-wat-to-write.html' title='Cant Sleep n No Idea Wat to Write'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-6349552357827515595</id><published>2008-11-05T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:17:09.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Old wit Love</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been super busy with a 9-7 work and will be super tired everyday I return home. I'd planned to write bout this yesterday but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; after chatting with people via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; and clicking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; for awhile I'll be super lethargic to the extend of falling asleep in front of the PC, but for today I'll try to write something to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;satisfy&lt;/span&gt; those who are on holidays and are too free to hover around blogs of random people. It has been awhile since I put up any interesting entry as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'd be driving to work after Hitz FM gotcha, I've tuned to Mix Fm's Selina n Peadro's rant and yesterday I heard bout this interesting stuff bout having cold feet during marriage (getting phobia just a month before the marriage) and some do said that it's a bad omen that will lead to affairs. Phua Chu Kang called in and said that when we're facing something important in our life, we tend to get nervous so having cold feet is a no big deal after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's probably a different kind of nervous that you will be feeling before you get married, most people are afraid that they will find it hard to enjoy the rest of the life with the same person, some will think that if you love someone too much, the fear of losing someone will even be greater, thus getting a marriage is such a big leap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I always think that marriage is such a wonderful thing. I enjoy seeing old couples doing simple things together like having lunch together in the hawker stall. I enjoy seeing them walking together in the park holding hands. Marriage is about growing old with love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a great thing to be able to find someone that you really love and grow old together. This reminds me of Westlife's song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How difficult is it to find such love ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-6349552357827515595?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/6349552357827515595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=6349552357827515595&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6349552357827515595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6349552357827515595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-old-wit-love.html' title='Growing Old wit Love'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2404961994811221617</id><published>2008-10-23T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:48:48.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up</title><content type='html'>There's a phrase that goes&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Never give up on someone that you think of everyday..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but sometimes the heart tell us that it would be best for that someone by doing so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; sehr müde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-2404961994811221617?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2404961994811221617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2404961994811221617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2404961994811221617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2404961994811221617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/10/giving-up.html' title='Giving Up'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-1245172625310279794</id><published>2008-10-20T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:11:57.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumpahan Bujang Budak Seraya 03</title><content type='html'>Budak budak kelas science serayan graduate tahun 2003 terkenal dengan sumpahan bujang ( tiada teman wanita ) yang serious. Fenomena ini boleh dikenal pasti pada beberapa budak serayan yang jiwang melampau seperti saya, Hon Mun dan lain lain lagi yang sentiasa berjiwang keseorangan semasa hari valentines, sambil mengeluh panjang.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Symptom jiwang ni agak serious, biasanya diikuti dengan perasaan bersendirian terutamanya masa malam dan asyik meletakkan nickname yang super emo kat msn untuk menarik perhatian orang ramai. Ada pulak yang emo tak pasal pasal sehingga menghidap insomnia, ada yang cuba memabukkan diri dgn alcohol, ada yang terlalu ghairah menonton filem blue demi melupakan kisah cinta mereka yang sentiasa tak membuahkan hasil ... alangkah sedihnya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi .. baru baru ni seekor lagi budak serayan yang menuntut ilmu di Singapura berjaya melepaskan diri dari sumpahan yang maha berkuasa ini, tahniah diucapkan kepada beliau !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumpahan ini bukannya takde basis.. sebenarnya adalah masalah psychology yang disebabkan elemen-elemen yang tertentu. Selepas membuat beberapa kajian terperinci untuk melepaskan diri dari sumpahan laknat ini, saya telah mendapati sesuatu fakta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Budak-budak serayan yang kena sumpah .. sebahagiannya berciri loser sebab asyik nak mencari gf yang super hot macam america next supermodel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Budak-budak serayan yang kena sumpah ni .. yang tidak loser dan mampu mencari gf hot tetapi ditinggalkan later, masih dihantui oleh super hot gf dia yang lampau, malah meletakkan standard yang lebih tinggi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Budak-budak serayan biasanya pemalu dan tidak berani memikat perempuan random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Budak-budak serayan sebenarnya baik hati, tidak berani mencuba hubungan baru kerana takut melukai hati perempuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Budak-budak serayan sentiasa bagaikan punguk merindukan bulan .. memimpikan sesuatu yang tak dapat tercapai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi benda-benda soal cinta ni tiada betul dan salah. Bak kata blog kak Mishan, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"There is no right or wrong in love. There is only love or not love." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Semoga budak-budak serayan dapat mengejar kebahagiaan dalam masa yang tersingkat ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12175083-1245172625310279794?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/1245172625310279794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=1245172625310279794&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1245172625310279794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1245172625310279794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/10/sumpahan-bujang-budak-seraya-03.html' title='Sumpahan Bujang Budak Seraya 03'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2719643641598725488</id><published>2008-10-02T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:27:27.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bestest Emo song ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was about 2 years ago and there's this someone felt in love wit this song from some TV singing contest, so I'd climb mountains and cross oceans just to find what the song title was, and was lucky to get a little help from My Fm radio station to tell me about the title ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits to Lim Thee Yong for singing it on Astro Talent Quest semi 1 2006, without you choosing this song we wouldn't be able to emo around with such a great song :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;施文斌 - 忘不了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbW0qSZ-VrI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbW0qSZ-VrI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I still keep the email sent by My Fm webmaster that's why I could mentioned the name of the singer of ATQ 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-2719643641598725488?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2719643641598725488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2719643641598725488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2719643641598725488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2719643641598725488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/10/bestest-emo-song.html' title='The Bestest Emo song ~'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-3285825706721897866</id><published>2008-09-28T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:30:39.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, this someone important to you tell you that she's hungry and you wish to bring her the hot ABC soup that had just been boiled, but the world is so big you wish there's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doraemon&lt;/span&gt; door for you to make things simpler..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, when you look on the sky, it seems to be a different piece of sky, the world is big ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, its best to listen to Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he sang what is in your heart ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buddhism&lt;/span&gt; is not that easy to practice :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;p/s : yea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mishan&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;berusaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;memupuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;buddism&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jauhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;godaan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;duniawi&lt;/span&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/12175083-3285825706721897866?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/3285825706721897866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=3285825706721897866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3285825706721897866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3285825706721897866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/09/world-is-big.html' title='SOMETIMES'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-452779409312064137</id><published>2008-09-27T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:33:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Emo Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;如果我還一直深愛著你...你是否還會待在我身邊? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;如果我還一直在乎著你...你是否會再多看我一眼? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;是否我已不存在了...你才感覺的到我的離開? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;是否我已離開了....你才感覺的到我對你的好?&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/12175083-452779409312064137?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/452779409312064137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=452779409312064137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/452779409312064137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/452779409312064137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-emo-post.html' title='Le Emo Post'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-3104154288575305061</id><published>2008-09-23T10:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:51:40.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah lama tak menyentuh blog, sampai peminat-peminat sekalian pun sudah teruja sangat menanti-nanti entry blogku yang terbaru. Kali ini, again written in BM sempena HARI RAYA saya akan membuat satu entry bergambar. Walaupun saya tidak mempunyai senapang DSLR macam kak Mishan tapi gambar yang penting ialah content gambar yang bagus .. so here goes ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249040568147493666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SNhWlgwLwyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mN0VkvKZK7A/s400/DSC00492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pertama sekali ialah gambar jejaka tampan dengan anjing gemuk putih.. Bagi pengetahuan anda, jejaka tampan di sebelah kanan masih bujang dan single, manakalah status anjing tersebut masih tidak diketahui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249041467370151890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SNhXZ2nkn9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1zKKMijIBXs/s400/DSC00356.JPG" /&gt;Gambar melacur jejaka tampan, content gambar ni memang 10 out of 10 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249042375166031058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SNhYOsa-dNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rqyKF4Zsbfc/s400/DSC00615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau asyik memaparkan gambar jejaka tampan akan menjadikan entry ini sebagai entry melacur kamera, kali ini memaparkan gambar restoran masakan thai yang nampaknya seperti di pedalaman tetapi sebenarnya dekat sahaja. Restoran tersebut terletak di dalam sebuah lembah di hutan hulu langat, memberikan suasana yang sangat kekampungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249043173951158754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SNhY9MIMOeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ooLH6avOxmI/s400/DSC00620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ini pulak gambar Rambo.. nama dia Rambo sebab dia ganas macam Rambo sebenar. Bak kata pepatah, kekacakannya diwarisi daripada tuannya jugak ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA ~ ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-3104154288575305061?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/3104154288575305061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=3104154288575305061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3104154288575305061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3104154288575305061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/09/picture-entry.html' title='Picture Entry'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SNhWlgwLwyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mN0VkvKZK7A/s72-c/DSC00492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7983245677044768414</id><published>2008-09-02T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:35:25.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the wrong track..</title><content type='html'>Looking at how our nation's politics going is definitely a funny thing .. A corrupted government and opposition with different ideologies trying to take over ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I never respect Muslim's culture, but sometimes what I see in PAS, is doing too much .. like today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt; state has banned woman from singing in public. Not just Avril &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lavign&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Norhaliza&lt;/span&gt; will be banned too .. and that's ouch ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine that they were saying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Siti's&lt;/span&gt; voice is seducing all the guys to do wrong ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Abnormal Love (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bukan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cinta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Biasa&lt;/span&gt;) in the radio next time :p Women should all just stay home and cook for the family =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they being extreme ? Or just wanted to be standing out ? This is why people who studies oversea do not want to return back here ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a two cents opinion ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/S: Wednesday 03 September on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Malaysiakini&lt;/span&gt;: Our minister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Datuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shahrir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Samad&lt;/span&gt; said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Saya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;memang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;seronok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;melihat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;harga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;minyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pasaran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dunia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;turun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;walaupun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dijangka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;adanya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;kekangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;berikutan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;masalah&lt;/span&gt; Gustav &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;politik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Eropah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;sebagainya&lt;/span&gt;.    "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Tetapi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nampaknya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;harga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;minyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; paras yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;stabil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;harap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;berterusan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;stabil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;menurun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;sedikit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;supaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;sebelum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;menyambut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;nanti&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;dapat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;satu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;berita&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Jadi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;harapannya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;ialah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;kalau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;dapat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;lihat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;kepada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;harga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;pasaran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;hadapan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;pasaran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;hadapan&lt;/span&gt; pun AS$110, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;kemungkinan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;rendah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;daripada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;itu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt; pun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;melihat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;juga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;bahawa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;dapat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;hadiah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; on the wrong track .. as net exporter of petroleum we're hoping for the petrol price to reduce ? It's like farmer hoping for the vegetables price to reduce ... Ain't we suppose to hope that the petrol price goes up more so that our nation's income will increase ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid Hari Raya present..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7983245677044768414?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7983245677044768414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7983245677044768414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7983245677044768414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7983245677044768414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-wrong-track.html' title='On the wrong track..'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-2324012785083396272</id><published>2008-08-21T14:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:53:54.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Definition</title><content type='html'>Love is when you're sitting on the beach at night enjoying the wonderful breeze and beautiful stars in the sky, with someone very special that care about you equally like how you care bout yourself beside you, lying on your shoulder. And you started to look into the space appreciating every single moment you are spending with the special someone, being grateful that there is someone so special for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely is when in a rainy night, you walk out with an umbrella under the rain to your nearest noodles store to have your dinner alone. Ordering a bowl of hot noodles that could warm you up on such a cold weather, noticing that being alone makes you feel much colder inside your heart than what your skin can feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship is to have someone that will accompany you for dinner, and have someone that you could talk anything to, someone that will walk together with you under the rain to the noodles store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog is Rambo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236859952000850194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SK0QYVl62RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PLUnxdzDipw/s400/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And he is lovely &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-2324012785083396272?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/2324012785083396272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=2324012785083396272&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2324012785083396272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/2324012785083396272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/08/simple-definition.html' title='Simple Definition'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SK0QYVl62RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PLUnxdzDipw/s72-c/DSC00462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7798866393358874472</id><published>2008-08-20T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:53:18.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I always like running, especially in marathon, although I'm not a good runner nor have any physical advantages. Running in marathon has this sense of achievement that if you struggle and hold on till the very end, you'll eventually reach the finish line. I love such feeling of accomplishment, moving on telling yourself that every steps you have made make you a step closer to the finishing line. I love people who work hard to fulfill their dreams without giving up. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236283328218154754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SKsD8am-RwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yjcraJB02Q0/s400/desert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above is a screenshot from the latest TIME magazine about desert marathon, where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contestants&lt;/span&gt; need to challenge some of the world toughest terrain. If I have the opportunity, I would really want to participate on them. We only have one life to live on, and it would be great that we have run across those places and experience every single bit of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the matter of fact, we're always running in our lives, just in different pace, different finishing line, different course and different obstacles..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like how I'm running in my relationship, it's like running on a course without knowing where is the finishing line is, just keep running and running. But the worst thing in a marathon is not about how far the finishing line is, but to have your legs failing on you, and you failing yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If we could run, we should run and never give up.. and eventually it will be the sweetest moment when you cross the finishing line..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7798866393358874472?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7798866393358874472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7798866393358874472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7798866393358874472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7798866393358874472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-marathon.html' title='Life, Marathon'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SKsD8am-RwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yjcraJB02Q0/s72-c/desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-6784919765005268441</id><published>2008-07-27T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T03:06:30.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things to believe</title><content type='html'>Contradicting from the previous post, I'm writing some nonsense due to insomnia (infected from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mishan&lt;/span&gt;). A friend of mine used to tell me stories bout how guys used to court her, even to the extend of getting her flowers everyday, and getting all the chewing gums that she like. I used to think that all his determination were pointless, just like a business, if there's no return we shouldn't invest on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While lying on my bed just now, I was thinking, and I somehow seen those above scenario somewhere.. somewhere.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I understand the little things that I was unable to see back then. It's the little things that we believe in life. The Mr. Nice in the above scenario, might believe that for every single effort he did could win even a little bit of her heart. He might have lost his time and resources, but I bet he'd gain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, in term of wisdom and life, in the sense of believing on the things you wanted to pursue even though it might not be what we wished to get in return. Many years have passed, and I bet he's a much more refine man now.. not that I know him in person anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, believing in something might indulge us in a big bad lie, or even won't bring us what we want, but with the right attitude and approach in believing, miracles might happen. Maybe dream is mere dream, maybe achievable, who knows. I have a friend who believe that she'll change the politics in Malaysia. Very ambitious indeed, but with all this little believe and keep moving on, who knows somehow she could start a small spark and cause a big change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, I believe that I shall strike tomorrow's Jack Pot, and I believe that by writing those numbers under my foot will bring me luck in striking the Jack Pot :P 9 Million here I come :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-6784919765005268441?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/6784919765005268441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=6784919765005268441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6784919765005268441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6784919765005268441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-things-to-believe.html' title='The little things to believe'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-98601149997682663</id><published>2008-07-23T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:10:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BELIEVE</title><content type='html'>"就算是BELIEVE,中间也藏了一个LIE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case for those that couldn't comprehend the above phrase, it means that even if you believe, there's always lies beneath it. In life, how much can we have faith and believe in others ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that you're closest with and trust the most might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hiding&lt;/span&gt; some truth from you, be it for good or bad reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like when you're telling your partner that you love her forever, when the relationship is still going on, she might believe on it, and when things turn sour, she will tell you that everything you'd told her is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a girl who once told me that she never really trust others, as trusting in others make a person vulnerable. This might be the reason why she has little faith in relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I believe the day will come.. or am I telling myself a lie ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cest&lt;/span&gt;' la vie ~ That's life ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-98601149997682663?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/98601149997682663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=98601149997682663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/98601149997682663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/98601149997682663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/07/believe.html' title='BELIEVE'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-6726429819752424217</id><published>2008-07-14T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:58:38.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous Blogging</title><content type='html'>Lately I'd been less active in blogging, as not much inspirational thoughts came across my mind. I don't fancy writing bout my less dramatic lifestyle, that I believe no one is really interested reading it. I don't think people will care about what ice-cream I ate in past 12 hours or how my last shopping trip lturn out, soooo ridiculous and overrated for people to amplify their boring daily routines in blogs. For me, ridiculous blogging is bout writing all the nonsense that no one is interested at on your blog, unless you're a celebrity and people goes gaga over your lifestyle. I'm not condemning those that blog about their lives, freedom of expressing; as blog is a very personal thing that you're free to write anything you want, gossip around with all the non existing rumours or even posting every single shot of your confident self. In fact everyone has their own blogging style. Mine is more on some nonsense theory or thoughts that came across the mind.. and a little bit of emotional rants once in a bluemoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SHoufJNImwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bRuP8e4IHPY/s1600-h/1196390320-175-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222537830471342850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SHoufJNImwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bRuP8e4IHPY/s400/1196390320-175-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this sums out one of my ridiculous blogging, a short entry for the sake of writing a post to tell all my readers that I'm still alive. To make things a lil more interesting, lets discuss bout the above picture. First thought that will come across the mind would be a couple, maybe kissing. My question is, if the relationship end, who will dump who first =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers in comment :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-6726429819752424217?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/6726429819752424217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=6726429819752424217&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6726429819752424217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6726429819752424217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/07/ridiculous-blogging.html' title='Ridiculous Blogging'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/SHoufJNImwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bRuP8e4IHPY/s72-c/1196390320-175-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7873798789722804755</id><published>2008-07-06T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:20:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱你</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"爱你，不想让你受伤，爱你，只想让你最好。现在我明白了，其实爱一个人在不在身边并不重要，重要的是你(我)是不是在我(你)的心里? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~naoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7873798789722804755?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7873798789722804755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7873798789722804755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7873798789722804755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7873798789722804755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='爱你'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5101355630738039305</id><published>2008-07-04T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:29:19.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday~</title><content type='html'>To myself =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5101355630738039305?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5101355630738039305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5101355630738039305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5101355630738039305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5101355630738039305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday~'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5326986318948850990</id><published>2008-06-17T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:35:47.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUBSIDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A story adapted from comments of a well known blogger..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man called Maha owns a farm which can produce 10 apples every day. He has 5 workers to operate the farm. Each of them eats 1 apple daily and it is enough to keep them operating the farm normally. The remaining 4 apples, the landlord sells them at RM10 each and he earns RM40.He uses the RM25 to improve the farm operation and facilities. He gives RM2.00 to each of his workers and he keeps the remaining RM5.00 as profit. Day by day, the farm is well developed and all of the 5 workers are happy with the money they can save. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Maha passed away and there is a new landlord, Abdul comes to continue the farm operation. He says to the workers:” We need to improve the farm quality and redefine our way of thinking. From now on all of you only need to pay RM1.00 for each apple you eat. It is very cheap as the price is RM10 each outside the farm.”The workers have no choice but to pay RM1.00 for the apple they eat daily. Their earning decrease from RM2.00 to RM1.00 per person. As usual, Abdul sells the 4 apples and he gets RM40. He uses RM25 for farm improvement and pays RM10 to his 5 workers. He gets RM5.00 as profit. On top of that, he gets another RM5.00 from the apples that he sells to his workers. In total, he gets RM10 as profit every day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon, the apple price increases to RM20 each. The new landlord gets a higher profit as he gets RM80 for the 4 apples he sells daily. Then, he decides to give the farming improvement contract to one of his close friend, Samy.Samy says:”Apple cost naik, improvement cost also misti naik.”So, the farm improvement cost increases from RM25 to RM50.In actual, the improvement only cost RM30. The remaining RM20, Abdul and Samy share evenly among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s calculate how much Abdul gets daily:&lt;br /&gt;RM10 (from farm improvement cost)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RM20 (Net profit by selling 4 apples: [Gross profit, RM80] - [Improvement cost, RM50] - [Wages RM10] = RM20)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RM5 (from selling apples to his workers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In total, Abdul gets RM35 daily compare to RM10 initially when he takes over the farm from Maha. His profit increases RM25 and the workers are still getting RM1.00 daily per person.The greedy Abdul does not want to stop there. One day, he says to his fellow workers:” You see ah, the current market price for one apple is RM20 and you are only paying RM1. See how lucky you are! I have to SUBSIDY RM19.00 for each of the apple you buy and total I need to &lt;strong&gt;SUBSIDY RM95.00.&lt;/strong&gt; This will greatly burden the farm and we might get bankrupt if we continue like this. In order to avoid bankruptcy, I need to increase the apple price that you buy from RM1.00 to RM1.50 and I will bear the remaining RM18.50 per apple as my subsidy to you all. ”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, greedy Abdul adds RM2.50 to his current profit and the number becomes RM37.50.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar with what the story ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RM95 subsidy never existed in the first place and so was the RM52 billion fuel subsidy generously “given” by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting rite :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5326986318948850990?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5326986318948850990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5326986318948850990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5326986318948850990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5326986318948850990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/06/subsidy.html' title='SUBSIDY'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-8546743590838770362</id><published>2008-06-08T01:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:30:57.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's really overrated ?</title><content type='html'>In different perspectives, everything can be overrated. Standards and norms are just a simple measurements to define something being overrated. For me, most of the things in life are overrated. Maybe I'm just another step closer to nirvana and being a true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/span&gt;, I'd started to look at things in a different perspective and differ myself in applying normal standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things that are overrated, in my opinion. Firstly, is the global oil price. How could, in a few years time, the oil price could rise a few folds, exponentially ? When you heard about the depletion of the resources as the main factor, think again ... Why don't they increased it in accordance to availability of it few years ago ? Were scientists and researchers on oil &amp;amp; gas field much more stupid back then and couldn't predict about the availability of oil ? Or maybe some giant oil sucking monster suddenly evolve from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cockroach&lt;/span&gt; and start sucking up all the oil ? Or maybe it's a job of speculation to push the oil price few folds ? For every reasons that possibly exist, the current oil price definitely is overrated, or overpriced. And due to that, our overrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ruling&lt;/span&gt; government increased the fuel price at a rate of 40% to starve the pitiful citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship is another overrated aspect in life. When you're in a relationship, you'd start to overrate everything that involves around you, all the stupid dates with stupid meanings like first time eating ice-cream and will be followed up with monthly ice-cream anniversary. Then you'd start to think that your partner is somehow a superman or superwoman and later on got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with them due to their inability, as not everyone is a romantic over achiever like me :P Then you'd argue on the small small issues that are not important at all like how he uses the toilet or how her small habits annoy you; small things make complicated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is overrated too. It's full of spam with all the nonsense applications that need you to forward to every of your friends (spam your friends(any tom dick and harry you add in face book)) in order to fully utilize the application. Then, you'd start cam-whoring to put some best pictures of yourself on the profile so that you could be auctioned for the highest price in one of the nonsense application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's really really overrated ? The word "OVERRATED" is the most overrated thing in the entire universe. For all the nonsense that I'd wrote above to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exaggerate&lt;/span&gt; all the things I think being overrated, it would not be overrated if I never overrate it. Just like when you tell stories about how superior the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kungfu&lt;/span&gt; master on top of the hill is; story telling is about exaggerating the facts and making something common dramatic, so that it will be overrated. Blogging is a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: I actually like the Growing Gifts application in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; :P For some overrated reasons of course :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-8546743590838770362?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8546743590838770362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=8546743590838770362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8546743590838770362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8546743590838770362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-really-overrated.html' title='What&apos;s really overrated ?'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-1690056002880235292</id><published>2008-04-30T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:37:38.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what da heart sees</title><content type='html'>I was too immature&lt;br /&gt;too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;All that you'd tried to show me&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart sees them clearly&lt;br /&gt;And fate has pulled u away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still see the love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yet I fell the wall built between us&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've been obsessed too deeply&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm still living in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let my feelings to bother you&lt;br /&gt;It is enough for one heart to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn to live without you&lt;br /&gt;To have faith on what love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the wound would heal&lt;br /&gt;Leaving memories that will always remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of your divine love so surreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adapted from an old friend's entry.. being cuckoo after having too much Oreo till writing all these nonsense at midnight -_-"&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-1690056002880235292?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/1690056002880235292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=1690056002880235292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1690056002880235292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/1690056002880235292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-da-heart-sees.html' title='what da heart sees'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-601088889021623430</id><published>2008-04-26T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:41:17.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories  ~ v1</title><content type='html'>Since some were complaining bout how slow my entries were, I'm going to share something with all of the readers out there. Today stories will be about life of students studying in college and staying in hostel, a true story that happened in Malaysia ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer : For those who're freaking out sleeping alone please do not read, especially when you're staying in hostel..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was a normal uni students that stayed in the hostel. He had this roommate, Dennis who was a real player. Dennis was good looking and charming, and could go pick girls back to sleep with him easily. He'd always bring his girlfriends back to his room to have some normal routines. Jack and Dennis slept on a double decker bed, and Dennis occupied the top section. Since it was so common, Jack would just pretend not noticing anything and continue sleeping when Dennis was doing it on the top of the bed. One day, as usual when Jack return to his room, he noticed that the room light was switched off, and there were figures on the higher top of the double decker bed. Being a nice roommate, he decided not to switch on the light and straight went to the bottom section of the bed to sleep. The next morning, he heard someone knocking his room door and he woke up. He smelt something fishy, those scent of blood and was shocked to death when he saw Dennis' head hanging on the window of his room. When he turned around, he noticed there were writings on the wall with blood ...&lt;br /&gt;" THANK YOU FOR NOT SWITCHING ON THE LIGHT ~ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May was a bright girl. She had a small figure, timid and always do well in all her exams. For every semesters throughout her college life, she managed to get herself top of the class. May, like every normal college girls stayed in the hostel, sharing a room with Emily. Of course, there were good and bad times in life, and things suddenly struck May. She broke up with her boyfriend, had financial problems in family thus causing her in serious depression. For the coming test, May screwed up in her papers as well due to depression. The May in Emily's mind was always in the top so Emily did not notice that May was facing a serious problem. One day, when Emily returned to her room, she couldnt find May, and thought that May had went out. The next day, May had yet to return, and Emily asked around other friends if Emily had gone back to her hometown, and her friends said that May was last seen the day before in her room. Emily had a weird feeling but decided to just ignore it. Later during the evening, Emily heard May's handphone ringtone. She thought May had came back to the room but she was no where to be seen. The phone was still ringing, and Emily tried to trace May's handphone, until she was very sure that the source of the sound was inside May's closet. Emily then opened the cupboard ......&lt;br /&gt;was so surprised that May hung herself to death inside the closet .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morale of the story ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Always switch on the lights of your room before you enter&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not open others' closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Above stories are fictional .. just to make the readers feel more suspense thus claiming that it's a true story .. anyway, such things do happen as suicide and homicide are quite common in this ill society ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-601088889021623430?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/601088889021623430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=601088889021623430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/601088889021623430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/601088889021623430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/04/stories-v1.html' title='Stories  ~ v1'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5186595355004047724</id><published>2008-04-09T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:02:55.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sami Seng's guide to be a buddhist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remarks : For non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buddhist&lt;/span&gt; readers, you can still go through this entry as it's more on a personal views towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buddhism&lt;/span&gt; and quite nonsense anyway ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who had mistaken me as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sami&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vellu&lt;/span&gt;, mind you that I'm far better looking compare to him, and he's more of a comedian not a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sami&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters .. lets look at this video clip :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLl69RjCa2U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLl69RjCa2U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mantra name is '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;zhou&lt;/span&gt;', notice that the guy is quite cute. So firstly what I can conclude is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;buddhist&lt;/span&gt; are mostly cute like me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few simple rules to be a Buddhist. One of the most important essence is moderation. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;buddhist&lt;/span&gt; way of living is moderation; be moderate in everything. Moderate means not over doing it, or being extreme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; extremist leads to terrorism, which is not healthy. There are many ways to apply moderation in our life, like eating fast food moderately (to avoid arteries being clogged), work moderately and even watch porn moderately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moderation will prevent obsession and addiction. For instance, watching too much porn will result into over self desire and might lead to something nasty. There's this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;buddhist&lt;/span&gt; talk about preventing oneself from obsession and addiction. In fact, the most important is self-control &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; when you have the ability to control your mind, you'll be less obsessed with whatever you are addicted with. Some might questioned, why not just stop watching porn ? Again we could apply moderation here. Not watching porn at all is like putting yourselves in an extreme morale curfew, and anything extreme is not good. If you do not have the habit to watch porn, then it's fine not to watch at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;buddhism&lt;/span&gt; traits is to be healthy. Look at those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shaolin&lt;/span&gt; monk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shaolin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kungfu&lt;/span&gt;; everyone of them have a strong body. This is why I'm asking my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;buddhist&lt;/span&gt; friends to join &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; Bridge marathon with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;buddhism&lt;/span&gt; is also about karma; be nice to others and others will be nice to you, doing good deeds will bring others happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unknown facts about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;buddhist&lt;/span&gt; monk :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;buddhist&lt;/span&gt; monk does not need to be a vegetarian. A monk will eat everything that is offered to him and the principle is unnecessary killing. Buddhist do not kill, even for food. Buddhist monk has no income and their food/stuffs are from donations. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;buddhism&lt;/span&gt; is spread to China, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; people are more shy to seek for donation thus they plant crops to support themselves, thus bringing a culture of vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this post is not an official post that is reflecting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;buddhism&lt;/span&gt;, just some simple point of view from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sami&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;seng&lt;/span&gt;.. for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;buddist&lt;/span&gt; is about being moderate, kind and loving, and most importantly cute :p Buddhism is more on a teaching and not religion, we are not required to offer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;prayers&lt;/span&gt; but most importantly we should practice all the good habits, although there are some teachings that i do not agree (i can't resist on killing mosquitoes that bit me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5186595355004047724?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5186595355004047724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5186595355004047724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5186595355004047724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5186595355004047724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/04/sami-sengs-guide-to-be-buddhist.html' title='Sami Seng&apos;s guide to be a buddhist'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7252023669682747605</id><published>2008-04-01T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:47:11.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R_JGBtRk_GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/taaElUvl1G8/s1600-h/97205249_afe01ce0da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184283116203998306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R_JGBtRk_GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/taaElUvl1G8/s400/97205249_afe01ce0da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had friends who had relationship problems lately; in a way both of them being dumped. Hope all who are related will be alright soon, and still have faith on love coz it's a beautiful thing. Accumulate good karma for a better tomorrow =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above picture was found on the net, and those are the lovey dovey stuff couples do on the beach when they're so much in love with each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love aint just doing romantic stuff together&lt;br /&gt;But to care for the one you love&lt;br /&gt;And have a place in your heart for her&lt;br /&gt;And always have faith in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not together anymore, be proud that once you've been with that someone special.. and that's LOVE ~ A noble feeling with no hatred and ill intentions, a beautiful memory, and a good sincere wish for all the people that had cross path with you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : I do sound like a real buddhist .. haha&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/12175083-7252023669682747605?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7252023669682747605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7252023669682747605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7252023669682747605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7252023669682747605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R_JGBtRk_GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/taaElUvl1G8/s72-c/97205249_afe01ce0da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-8832136043935569690</id><published>2008-03-18T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:54:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R96vFhjZFrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Mp7VouwfK0s/s1600-h/2008_01_07_boys_are_stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178769130963670706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R96vFhjZFrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Mp7VouwfK0s/s400/2008_01_07_boys_are_stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've no idea what to write here...Feeling very sluggish, lazy, pathetic, unproductive and cranky. I think I should go out more often ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend has this funny way to make me emo .. by spamming lotsa lotsa pooh emoticons in msn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-8832136043935569690?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/8832136043935569690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=8832136043935569690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8832136043935569690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/8832136043935569690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/03/emotionally-alone.html' title='Emotionally Alone'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R96vFhjZFrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Mp7VouwfK0s/s72-c/2008_01_07_boys_are_stupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-6742596105989806491</id><published>2008-03-09T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:00:32.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer : This is not a political blog entry and the author shall not be liable for any ISA detention ( we have a blogger in the Parliament now so it shouldn't be much of a problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday election's outcome has marked a new Malaysia as we can see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BN&lt;/span&gt; was denied 2/3 by the Opposition and lost several states. It's still to early to predict the changes it will bring to our nation's economy and the citizens' welfare but from what I could see, this time the voters are speaking up. I went to the rice stall nearby my house and a lot of people were discussing bout the outcomes of this election; they were happy with the results and were hopping for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it better or worst, I'm neither an expert in political science nor an economist but from all the online journals I'd read, there's no reason to go wrong. Anyway, yesterday was an eventful night. I and my brother prepared steamboat (washing, cooking the soup, etc) to organized a gathering amongst the family members and we're somehow planning to make a small party with liquors prepared to celebrate the practice of democracy in our county. When the results were announced, all of them decided to head home earlier in fear of the repeating of May 13 massacre; Chinese and Malays killing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corruption is another thing, but what sadden me the most is the lack of trust among the people in our nation. I myself as a Chinese do admit that sometimes Chinese are far more racist than the Malays, especially those from Chinese schools (no offence). From my personal experience, while playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DOTA&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blueserver&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; we used to converse in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bahasa&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia will result in flaming by others, saying ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Melayu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;babi&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;melayu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;babi&lt;/span&gt; '. The incident of May 13 actually happened because Chinese went for victory parade after winning in the election and came across a Malay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; (we Chinese know how bad mouth we have.. we curse other people mom's private part for no particular reason) and somehow things got worst, domino effect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up mixing around with a lot of Malay friends and from what I can see is that they do respect Chinese and are less racist compare to those who pointed their fingers at others talking about inequalities. Yes, our previous leaders have made a lot of double standard scenarios that made Chinese disliking Malays but the fact is that these are all the government's policies. To be honest if somehow the government give us more privileges we as the Chinese would enjoy it too; who would reject gold in this world? There are ways to create stability and peace, and to be honest the New Economic Policy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NEP&lt;/span&gt;) is not suitable in this globalization era. It's all about the policies implemented by the government to create stability, peace and also to protect Malay's rights and competitiveness. Everyone needs to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new Malaysia should not just be the change of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ruling&lt;/span&gt; system, but also the change of attitude. Respect others, be a Malaysian, love your country. Come to think of it, how many different race friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say no to racism ! Lets create a better Malaysia !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-6742596105989806491?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/6742596105989806491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=6742596105989806491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6742596105989806491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/6742596105989806491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-malaysia.html' title='A New Malaysia'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-3895479018006232160</id><published>2008-03-02T03:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T04:29:16.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'>Midnight Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's 3.38am now and somehow I always blog at such hours... when I can't sleep and feeling cranky. Must be the ice-tea I had just now; recently my body have less tolerance toward caffeine effect, must be age catching up. Should blog something to avoid over thoughts of fatty that will lead to more crankiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays it's all about politics; Clinton vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; in the States and also our very own general election that falls on 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March. All the posters and giant banners of election candidates are starting to pollute every corner of our towns and cities, political related e-mails are being forwarded, bragging about how this and that parties will bring development to our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172862227512487890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R8myyfbq79I/AAAAAAAAAF0/agpPKbqbHL4/s400/t_votemsnm_2a659c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(vote for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; party :P  A promising government that will nudge you when you're idle)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For what I'd forecast, the opposition still will not be able to bring any great challenge. Although the people in Malaysia is unhappy with the high rate of inflation in our country, I'd still know a few that would still support the current government because they have this mindset that even if the opposition win, things would still be the same, and if they do win, they'd fear of political turmoils and riots happening all around our nation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt; of people out there are afraid of changes, just like someone who is stuck with a company without promotion/salary increment and no career prospect but not afraid of seeking another job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me, no matter which party win, things wouldn't change much as power always spoil a person. ("No matter who win, we lose " , Alien vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Predator&lt;/span&gt; ) Our country are not bureaucratic enough to control the power abuse of the leaders. Our nation is in hunger with development and it's only 12 years away from year 2020. I seriously doubt we could make it as a develop nation by then, and we can't even compare with our neighbour Singapore, with S48,900 gross domestic product per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ca pita&lt;/span&gt; figures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our country's economy and development is seriously in a very ill condition. We shouldn't be blaming the world's economy when inflation happens in our country. Our earning power is getting less and less compare to countries like Singapore and South Korea, and they were in equal ground with us decades ago. We have abundance of natural resources and they have nothing !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our nation should rise up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Malaysian's&lt;/span&gt; attitude should change to be more productive, instead of wasting time for '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tarik&lt;/span&gt;' session &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EVERY NIGHT&lt;/span&gt; complaining bout the hardship of life and the terrible government they're having. We should look at what we had contribute to the nation before blaming all the leaders. We should have more faith on every racial in our country. We should first increase our living standard and earning power and with equal wealth for everyone, no one will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;committing&lt;/span&gt; crimes (unless for those psychos). We need to have all Malaysians having a healthy and productive mindset.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter which party win on this general election, I'm hoping that the leader will seriously put their hearts into developing the nation, not just being proud with their power and abuse it to accumulate wealth for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;acquaintances. We should, as a Malaysian, love our nation and develop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm waiting for the day, the day when we could afford to go for oversea vacation even though we are just an average salary man. The day when our currency value is strong enough to be able to buy an European car with a year's salary. The day when our economy is comparable to Hongkong or London...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Might be just a dream.. but everything is possible :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's all for this entry.. time to continue being cranky ~&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/12175083-3895479018006232160?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/3895479018006232160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=3895479018006232160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3895479018006232160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3895479018006232160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/03/midnight-thoughts.html' title='Midnight Thoughts'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R8myyfbq79I/AAAAAAAAAF0/agpPKbqbHL4/s72-c/t_votemsnm_2a659c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-5340733410814392644</id><published>2008-02-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:24:05.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Eve ~</title><content type='html'>Guess that most of the couples out there are trying their best to be extra romantic during this season of the year but this year's valentines seem to fall too near CNY; the gambling mood never click with romance mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's gonna be a quiet Valentines for me, nothing much to celebrate as romance is like the stars in the sky that will never be reached.. My only romance, my doggy, was dognapped a few days ago.. and that really spoiled all the mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those who's single out there and wish to hook up with someone.. here are some guide for girls out there on how to hook up with guys ( ONLY FOR GIRLS coz if it works for guys I wouldnt be spending V-day like usual :p) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get to know their favourite football team.. get two jerseys of that team, wear them and give another one to the guy.. This is a very direct hint towards the guy, and guys like girls who support their team due to ego factor ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Body contact .. even if you're not a couple yet .. when going out together, hold his shoulder or push him around to some random direction acting like you're interested with that place. When there's body contact, there might be some chemistry ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh .. I'm tired .. enough crap for today .. hope it works out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: For the lovey doveys.. everyday should be Valentines. It takes simple thing for a healthy relationship; girls should be a good football-match companion and guys should be a good shopping partner .. a simple compromise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-5340733410814392644?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/5340733410814392644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=5340733410814392644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5340733410814392644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/5340733410814392644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-eve.html' title='Valentines Eve ~'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-529232795223535166</id><published>2008-01-21T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T03:57:44.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R5OiKTqXO0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JkjIOPWcoSU/s1600-h/choisan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157644296229698370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R5OiKTqXO0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JkjIOPWcoSU/s400/choisan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Early Gong Hei Fat Choy from the 3 choi san ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile since I've updated my blog and this would be my first entry for 2008. Oh well, hoping this year would be an interesting one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little bit of recent update..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having my 3 weeks holiday and luckly I never screwed up my korean paper (guess the lecturer really give us alot of chances). Have been spending alot of time in online games (picture above) coz all the road trips and vacations that we'd initiated never work out at all ! Lost more than RM 10 in mahjong on the very first few hour of 2008 (good omen :p !) and still obsessed with yiruma's piano pieces to the extend of having my brother grumbling bout me looping the same song 24 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;New year resolution..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before entering 2008, I told my friend that I wanna be a 'budak baik' for 2008.. Since I'm always good, that's not a resolution after all. So I should just find a gf : )&lt;br /&gt;" LOOKING FOR INTELECTUAL FEMALE/TRANSEXUAL PARTNER FOR SERIOUS/OPEN RELATIONSHIP !" :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aim of 2008..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides buying 2 tickets for every jackpot session as a part of my 'becoming millionaire dream'.. I should get a little bit practical. Recently the trend is about donuts (food business) etc. The other day, I went to Laksa Shack, a so-so not so tasty restaurant.. and surprisingly found out that they have 27 branches ! Food business nowadays are just about the marketing and management.. J.Co Donuts reach its tipping point in spreading the donut epidermic by succesful marketing strategy. Perhaps I should think of some great concept and start my own industry ... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;*They said if you have 1million, you're taller by 1 inch.. if you have 10millions, you're taller by 6 inch.. and if you have 100millions, you're a feet taller ! I need money coz I'm short.. girls nowadays always asking for guys above 180 .. another reason why I'm unwanted =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is about sharing the things you like with the special one.. etc. sharing songs !&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crap Me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, believe it or not, I'm taking hair styling course under Snips ..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this would be my career as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then .. HAPPY 2008 ! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-529232795223535166?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/529232795223535166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=529232795223535166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/529232795223535166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/529232795223535166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R5OiKTqXO0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JkjIOPWcoSU/s72-c/choisan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-583204606173211109</id><published>2007-12-17T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:08:41.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>River Flows in You</title><content type='html'>My latest obsession, the beauty of melodies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River is the source of life, and it's inside you ... The original version from Yiruma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhN7SG-H-3k&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhN7SG-H-3k&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remix by some talented pianist... I'd actually love the angelic white piano and white theme of his living room more than the song =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3Z9Hsr0B0A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3Z9Hsr0B0A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-583204606173211109?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/583204606173211109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=583204606173211109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/583204606173211109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/583204606173211109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2007/12/river-flows-in-you.html' title='River Flows in You'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-7725391758757984994</id><published>2007-12-11T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:14:57.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do I love you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R16M43d5NSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kWtTk_3FuBw/s1600-h/277971887l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142702733093582114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R16M43d5NSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kWtTk_3FuBw/s400/277971887l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Picture courtesy of Mel... aint that so cute :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-7725391758757984994?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/7725391758757984994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=7725391758757984994&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7725391758757984994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/7725391758757984994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-much-do-i-love-you.html' title='How much do I love you ?'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R16M43d5NSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kWtTk_3FuBw/s72-c/277971887l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-3613838329522195570</id><published>2007-12-08T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T05:33:53.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday~</title><content type='html'>Currently I'm shivering in cold, sweaty cold palms and feet.. scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. would like to dedicate this entry to the dearest birthday girl.. Happy Birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfVGDsJ2RJw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfVGDsJ2RJw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-3613838329522195570?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/3613838329522195570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=3613838329522195570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3613838329522195570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/3613838329522195570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday~'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12175083.post-4472422579675909542</id><published>2007-12-04T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:59:16.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craps'/><title type='text'>BOTAK &amp; 한국어</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The above weird characters mean 'han gu o' or korean languange. The word 'botak' means bald. Me with my shortest hair in my life (if not mistaken) is learning korean languange and having a very hard time memorizing all the vocabs. Learning an alien languange is really not as easy as it seems. All that I know is how to say pig in korean.. 'due ji'. There's this assignment that I draw alot alot of pigs until the lecturer thought I'm having this weird affection on pigs. I'm also known as Bi (Rain) @ Harisu in that class.. and the later is more preferable by the lecturer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140115668132771090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R1Vb93d5NRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/52pC4moZyjg/s400/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(kindergarten assignment of korean class =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so sick in da mind, must be missing someone so badly until I'd decided to bald my hair.. it's still not too short. One of my friend, with extra miles of courage and jiwangness, PUNK his hair ! Sigh .. budak budak sekarang have nothing better to do..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway.. I've some true freaking suicide story to share.. but guess it's not so suitable combining those stuff in this entry.. shall share with you all some other time :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12175083-4472422579675909542?l=kianshen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/feeds/4472422579675909542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12175083&amp;postID=4472422579675909542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/4472422579675909542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12175083/posts/default/4472422579675909542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kianshen.blogspot.com/2007/12/botak.html' title='BOTAK &amp; 한국어'/><author><name>kian_shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240067594455669970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/Sy5W8FxVSxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSL0mzn-fgY/S220/Image000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxMxmBlRR3c/R1Vb93d5NRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/52pC4moZyjg/s72-c/DSC00427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
