<?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-7776029</id><updated>2011-08-17T21:55:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusional traveller at a crossroad</title><subtitle type='html'>Finding Utopia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-112585427979800445</id><published>2005-09-05T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:17:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going off...</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers, I have chosen to set blogging to a halt till further notice. Doesn't mean I won't blog again, just will blog later. Not now. Well then, if you wanna know wats up with my life, there's always calling me or emailing me =) It works both ways anyways.

Thanks a lot for reading up in the past. Really appreciate it. Love u guys lots!

-Kenneth-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-112585427979800445?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112585427979800445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=112585427979800445' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/112585427979800445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/112585427979800445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/09/going-off.html' title='going off...'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-112403599027209141</id><published>2005-08-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T00:19:12.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it has begun</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like to truly apologize to all readers who has been visiting my blog so religiously even after I have stopped updating it. Truly sorry and thank you for being so caring and interested in what I have to say =)
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Okay, now that the public relations is done, time for my first update after a long long time. Classes have started, nothing interesting happens during classes. Its just your normal average lectures which sometimes don't really work out cause of the software problems and my 3D lecturer mumbling to himself.
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Haze has passed, thank goodness but I was a bit disappointed. There was all this hype about declaring "darurat" or state of emergency that I wanted to experience a "darurat". You know what I mean? A "what if" situation. What if the haze was SO bad that we had to evacuate our houses? OR what if the haze was some sort of terroist attack. A futile attempt to blanket the streets of KL and Selangor, using the natural winds as catalysts to aid their diabolic attempt to disrupt peace and order in Malaysia. See what I mean? Hehe, and just to clarify, this is not a spread of propoganda. It's just a thought.
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Okay, and now, more bout my course. This semester, I only have four subjects. Major project 1, web design, industry practice 2 and 3D Animation. One thing interesting bout this is that my major project lasts for a year! So I don't have anymore time issues or time excuses to not dish out a damn good end product for my major project. Well, lets all hope so. Hehe.
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And so, for my assignments, I need stories! Anything interesting with a twist to the ending. Could be a weird dream? A thought, a "what if" story, a "how nice if" story" or anything. Thanks in advance! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-112403599027209141?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112403599027209141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=112403599027209141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/112403599027209141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/112403599027209141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-it-has-begun.html' title='and it has begun'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-112099132409662940</id><published>2005-07-10T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:43:08.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS SO DAM MUCH! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-112099132409662940?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/112099132409662940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=112099132409662940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/112099132409662940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/112099132409662940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111990985699775158</id><published>2005-06-28T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T06:12:12.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I came to realise</title><content type='html'>Holidays make me think. I realise that..
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&lt;strong&gt;Coursework.&lt;/strong&gt;
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1. I hate my course a lot.
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2. I have 9 subjects.
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3. Lim Kok Wing Institute of Creative Technology is too rich.
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4. I love MMU.
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5. My course has 16 weeks.
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6. I only need 72 hours to finish a final project.
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7. That means I could finish everything in ( 72 x 9 ) = 648 hours or 27 days
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8. In the end I took longer than 27 days. I took a month +
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9. It takes less than 2 minutes to make a girl pregnant but why can't I finish that much of my assignments in 2 weeks?
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10. I became crazy in the end.
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&lt;strong&gt;Do NOT read the following if you have not watched Initial D.&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Initial D.&lt;/strong&gt;
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1. There a lot of Ah Bengs and Ah Lians during the screening of Initial D.
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2. Ah Muk played by Chapman To saved the show. Comic relief.
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3. Jay Chou can't act.
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4. Natsuki is has good taste in swimsuits.
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5. Natsuki's sugar daddy will forever remain faceless. I wonder why. Could it be cuz its the director playing the character?
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6. Malaysian cencorship board does not understand the meaning of "tar fei kei" or TFK. If they did, it would be censored.
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7. Jordan Chan looked much better when he crashed.
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8. Malaysian drivers will start drifting at Fraser's Hill or on the way back from Genting.
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9. Let's hope I'm wrong. 
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10. Jay Chou would look better if he crashed.
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11. Jay Chou fans will hate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111990985699775158?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111990985699775158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111990985699775158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111990985699775158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111990985699775158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/stuff-i-came-to-realise.html' title='Stuff I came to realise'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111933071284287736</id><published>2005-06-21T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:11:52.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Officially on holiday since last monday, so now would be my 2nd week of holidays. Nothing much to do really. Just chilling, yeah its bored. I'm already ready for next semester. Just one week of holidays are good enough for me, I feel quite recharged now. Unfortunately, I still have till 27th July to recharge myself. So long holidays, it'll make me lose my edge man. 
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On &lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;, I got a real screwed up scare. Apparently, the lecturers posted the resubmission list for my course. A resubmission list is a list whereby those who are about to fail (borderline marks) a module can actually do something about it. They can make changes and resubmit. It's the final ultimate last chance to do so.
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SOoOOo, this Mark who was at college was telling Kenny; the guy staying behind me, about who's on the list and what they have to resubmit. Suddenly Kenny called me and told me that I'm on the resubmission list. Gosh, furious man. Work like hell and they didn't like it? Haha. Yeah, was very furious. Eventually I called Mark to ask clearly and apparently Mark just so happened to remember my name and he accidentally mentioned my name. WTF right? Yeah, that was what I thought too,...W...T...F.
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That means, I'm not on the resub list. But then again, those not on the resub could mean that their work is beyond repair. Probably so bad that there's no point to resub. Sigh, I guess I'll only know within the next few weeks when another more reliable friend goes to college to check stuff out. 
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On &lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;, I got another scare. You know my operation to take out my wisdom tooth? Yeah, I said it requires 4 injections right? 1 per tooth? Well, I heard wrongly, clarified things and its actually 8 injections in total, 2 per tooth. 2 extra injections in case I still feel something while the operation is on going. So, its a + - 10 injections. Gosh. You think my face will be as big as a watermelon once the operation is over? Haha, guess we'll never know cuz I seeked a second opinion and he just said that I should just operate on the side which is giving me problems. So yeah, gonna operate only on the left side. No more than that unless it starts giving me problems. If it ain't broken, why fix it?!!! Operation will commence after my Redang trip. Too near now. After can't eat BBQ then DIE! CAn't wait for the trip! Can't wait for the fishes to swim up my pants and nibble on a worm. Lol
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p/s : To those who have read my posts on Yahoo, it ain't real! Just a hoax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111933071284287736?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111933071284287736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111933071284287736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111933071284287736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111933071284287736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/officially-on-holiday-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111892460167470583</id><published>2005-06-16T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:28:43.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdomless = stupid?</title><content type='html'>Dentist checkup! Gosh, the environment in this particular dentistry practice is just freaking me out. Partly cuz I've been watching too many horror flicks and all but yeah...there's something there which just erks me. Probably cuz of the setting? Or the wallpaper? Or the weird but ghastly pieces of ornaments around the waiting room. Or the mather faRKing sharp equipments which are designed to drill a huge hole in ur mouth hanging all over the place like some butcher shop???!!! Hmmm, yeahh. Something just erks me there.
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Before visiting the dentist, I had to take an X-Ray somewhere in Jalan Raja Laut. Damn, I forgot that it would be covered by insurance, if not I should have went to SJMC to get it done fast. So, yeah. Mental note : always check if its covered by insurance.
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Something funny happened while waiting for my turn. I turned up quite late and there were a number of people waiting. I estimated that I would need to wait an hour + or so but my mom got impatient, so she went out to make a call to SJMC to enquire about doing the x-ray there. So, she stood quite near to the exit to make the call with the clinic's glass door seperating her voice from the inside. Now, guys, if you knew my mom, you would know that she has a home theatre system for a voice, soo...after my mom made the call, she went inside to cancel off the appointment, suddenly she nurse quickly said "ahh..its okay, its okay, your son is next" *Bammm* Instant jump 'Q'. Mom didn't notice though but I did. Haha. Mom, oh mom...
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To wrap things up, I'm scheduled to go under the knife next week. Taking out four wisdom tooth. I wonder if I will be dumb after that? Minus four percent intelligence or something. Hehe. So scary. Sigh. Don't wanna go operation. Don't wannnn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111892460167470583?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111892460167470583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111892460167470583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111892460167470583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111892460167470583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/wisdomless-stupid.html' title='wisdomless = stupid?'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111881595674112358</id><published>2005-06-15T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:17:07.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, its a wrap!</title><content type='html'>Finally, it's all over. 16 weeks, 9 subjects, 4 weeks to complete, 1 survivor! Yes. Thats me! Survivor Ken. Last man standing. Finale. Fin. Owarimasu. Finito!
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On last Friday, everything finished, video was the last presentation of the semester. My video...wasn't too bad. Not too embarressed about it compared to the previous video I which I made last time. Good news was, one of my friend's video was so good that the more than impressed lecturers decided to send it to the Malaysian Video Awards (MVA). Cool shiet. I myself loved his video. In case you are wondering, the theme of the video assignment is human emotions and you are supposed to invoke human emotions through your storytelling skills. 
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Ian, the person who made the video, tells the story of this young guy who has his group of friends and a gf and one day he discovers that he is a cross dresser. He finally comes out clean with it to his group of friends and his gf and the result was, he got alienated and his gf broke up with him. The final scene was that he finally transformed into a cross dresser. The story is simple but the execution, the feel, the colors and the style is just amazing. Everything stuck together. Its really inspiring to see Ian's video. Makes you think, if he can do it, why can't you? Someone's going to do it. Why not you? 
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My video of course, is well, kind of dramatic. It starts off with a guy writing a letter to his dad, after writing the letter, he folds it into a paper crane and burns it. On that day, he is about to get a promotion at his workplace and he comes home with good news. As he was about to tell his mom about it, the phone rings. He goes to pick up the phone and it was the doctor who called to inform that his mom has cancer. He rushed to check on his mom only to find her sprawled on the floor. The final scene was that he is burning a paper crane again and informs his dad that mom is gone. Drama, drama, drama...hehe =) Want to see my video? Haha. My mother and I are acting in it. In some parts, my acting is SOOO fake that you just wanna laugh till you cry. "Ma, don't die, don't dieeeee"
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Now that settled. Let me tell you how I spent the remaining hours in the day after the final presentation. My friends, Sney and Faris, decided to celebrate their birthdays and treated Ian and I and other people to "Lala Chong" nearby the old airport. Goodness me, the food was abso-farking-lutely delicious. There was "tau fu kung" (resembles sharks fin but its not), then there was lala, crabs (love the crabs man), lemon chicken, fried sotong and fish. Ohhh, and I just love the company there. These people, who don't eat much at all became my best friends for the night. Why? Cuzzzzz, they don't eat MUCH! It's just insane man. HOW on earth can you not eat the crabs when they are just begging to be eaten? Why don't you wanna dirty your hands? There's a sink just a couple tables away. Nevertheless, another's full stomach and the unwillingness to dirty your hands means more FOOD FOR MEEE!! Ahh...talking about it just makes me drool. The feeling of every bite, the different flavours in my mouth, the sudden surprise of a bursting sensation after you sink your teeth into the tender, sweet, flesh of a cooked dead carcass. Lol. Enuff enuff..=)
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Night hasn't ended yet. Went dota after that but no computers. Actually got a lot of computers but my friends, dunno them, so lazy to find computers, wanto play but lazy to find and only want a certain cyber cafe. So rigid. Haha. 
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Night finally ended with me falling asleep with a full content stomach. What a way to end the semester. Nice nice.~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111881595674112358?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111881595674112358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111881595674112358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111881595674112358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111881595674112358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/okay-its-wrap.html' title='Okay, its a wrap!'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111816687211443228</id><published>2005-06-08T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:57:42.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>Sigh, feeling quite regretful right now. Assignments and all. WHY am I working so hard? What for? I don't know. For whom? I also don't know.
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Just carry out a simple semester then good ler. What for when the lecturer ask you to create a square for your final project then you go create a building? For what? Are not you just asking for trouble? Hehe. Are not you just begging to stress yourself up? Hehe. Don't know lerrrr....
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3 days and counting. Tonight, I shall be the scripwriter, director, lighting, clapper boy, assistant director and everything under the sun. =)
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3 days Kenneth, 3 more days, 3 more days and you can have a fresh new start. Camonnnn~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111816687211443228?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111816687211443228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111816687211443228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111816687211443228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111816687211443228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111807709562886174</id><published>2005-06-07T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T01:00:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and on the 16th week, I said, "let there be two assignments left to do" and there were two"&lt;/em&gt;
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Seven down, two more to go. The moment I handed up my assignments, it was total euphoria. It took a few hours before I could accept the reality that I'm only left with two more. Such a great feat. I feel like a super hero. I feel like people will talk about me in their bedtime stories, casting me, as the man who finished 9 assignments. 
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I'm overjoyed, too happy, words just cannot describe my feeling right now. I'm like a happy dad who just got a newborn child. Hah, feels like it though but then again, its not. Right now, I'm like a ballon being bondaged by a kid. Still flying high but held up by this two more pesky assignment. One three minute video and an interactive game. Hehe, only then will the kid be able to let go of the bondages and let me fly high...~~ Flyyy....flYYY...., fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111807709562886174?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111807709562886174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111807709562886174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111807709562886174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111807709562886174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/euphoria.html' title='Euphoria'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111759921179208228</id><published>2005-06-01T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:24:51.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up</title><content type='html'>Haven't been eating correctly, puked a few times, din shower a few days, sleep too long, wake up too soon, sleep too short, hair too long, laugh too much, stoned too long and the list goes on. Aihz. Need to prevent this from ever happening again. Once is enough. Don't wan ler. Don't wan ler. So sien ler this sort of dark ages period.
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Just woke up. Woah, rubbed the sand of my eyes and one of the pieces was as huge as Subang Jaya on the map. UNcanny! Anyway, I rested for 10 hours. I'm sure someone would be very happy for me as I am for her because she herself oso rested ma. I wouldn't want to make her worry anymore. She deserves better than that? Hhahaah =) Hehe. One full day today. Must finish up 4 assignments within 20 hours. Allocated 4 hours each with 4 hrs of rest. Overclock myself tonite. If not, cannot rush for tmr's plans. Feels like more than enough of hours huh? But then of course, it always exceeds the allocated time. Influenced by external factors like TV too loud la, food too nice to smell la, computer hang la, backside itchy la. Sigh. I wished there were 48 hrs in a day, then I could stone the whole day and do my work the next.
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Wish me luck.
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BTW, anyone wanto help me do my research paper? About the dangers of external devices =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111759921179208228?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111759921179208228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111759921179208228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111759921179208228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111759921179208228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/06/messed-up.html' title='Messed up'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111669992046870488</id><published>2005-05-22T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T02:28:28.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusioneth</title><content type='html'>Aihz, just only confirmed one subject finish, and I'm acting like its the holiday already. Someone please slap me, and wake me up. I'm so delusional right now.
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Stress free day, so nice...didn't do anything on Saturday. Hmmm, its past 12 already..T_T. I'll suffer the consequences later. Tired, need to sleep now...need to molest my bolster and drool a river. Will be seeing you guys in my dreams. Thanks a lot to all those people who showered me with support, love and accepting my lame jokes. I could not have lasted even more than a day if it was not for you guys *you know who you are*
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Friends forever...
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-Delusioneth-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111669992046870488?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111669992046870488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111669992046870488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111669992046870488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111669992046870488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/delusioneth.html' title='Delusioneth'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111647560254200107</id><published>2005-05-19T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T13:01:19.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Cycle</title><content type='html'>Finally finished my walk cycle.
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&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/mainchar09.swf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;
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Thanks a lot to Ingky for helping me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111647560254200107?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111647560254200107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111647560254200107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111647560254200107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111647560254200107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/walk-cycle.html' title='Walk Cycle'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111632608533230797</id><published>2005-05-17T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T18:40:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way home, I got inspired.</title><content type='html'>Did you guys know that a tow truck is the most durable vehicle around?
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Think about this, have you ever seen a tow truck being towed?
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Nope, I don't think so, which proves that tow trucks are the ideal means of transportation around in this new 22nd century. It will never break, it will only tow.
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And sooo, PROTON should take the next step and make their very own first family tow truck. Think about it, finally, at last, a crane to carry all my grocerys from Carrefour, or "oh, hunny, finally we get to hook our in-laws up with our new tow truck. You are so thoughtful"
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Forget SUVs, Gen2s, or even Mercedes, look forward to the new stylish tow truck, with an extendable crane that has many functions. How many cars out there are equipped with a crane and is strong like a tank? None.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111632608533230797?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111632608533230797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111632608533230797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111632608533230797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111632608533230797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-way-home-i-got-inspired.html' title='On the way home, I got inspired.'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111623886021584315</id><published>2005-05-16T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T18:21:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bundle of thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I've been distored lately. Assignments coming on and on, its like having your intestines being ripped inside out, leaving you feeling all so vulnerable and sick to your stomach. Everyday I'm in front of the computer, everyday I'm molesting the mouse, everyday I'm massaging the keyboard, everyday I stare cock at the screen. Ahh, such distorted things, only friends can put things back in perspective for you.
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Skipped a class today. My transport didn't want to attend class and I had no transport back so I followed my transport home. I know, I took the easy way out. It's so easy to proclaim to yourself that you want to be the top of the class this semester but it so hard to keep up to it. Burden beyond my comprehension. All I aim for now is for a pass or a credit. Distinctions looks so far away, High Distinctions are delusional. Pass and credits seem more likable. 
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I don't like myself right now. Slow, stupid and whining. What to do, got no output to let go. Takkan smoke meh? T_T
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If I get through this. I promise I will very much try hard to improve myself to the max so that I will never have to go through this again.
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Anyways, I visited Chris today, wuz sooo sick and tired of molesting the mouse. It came to a point where the surroundings needed to be in total silence. A sudden break in the silence was like one thousand needles piercing through my eardrums. The noise was deafening. A burp, a hello, a "how are you" by my mom. It all seems so hostile. Hmmm, I would be a very good specimen for stress-related experiments.
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So nevermind, push yourself over the limit neth. Grind yourself so hard, you wished you never knew yourself. Take that final step off the cliff. Run, skip, hop, whatever you do, look down and embrace the ground, hold your hands out, grab the ground within the fingers of your hands, feel the blood rushing to your head, savour every sensation of the ground rushing towards your eyes. Feel it, feel ittt! But whatever you do, there's no turning back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111623886021584315?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111623886021584315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111623886021584315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111623886021584315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111623886021584315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/bundle-of-thoughts.html' title='A bundle of thoughts.'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111616119145642585</id><published>2005-05-15T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:53:35.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effects of staying up too late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;8888 8888888
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MM::MM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111616119145642585?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111616119145642585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111616119145642585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111616119145642585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111616119145642585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/effects-of-staying-up-too-late.html' title='The Effects of staying up too late.'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111615962580982441</id><published>2005-05-15T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:20:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm spinning around</title><content type='html'>I'm spinning around...dammm dizzy wei..T_T
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work one day and a half only can come out this shit. Aihz, too long, too long! Actually can finish faster but then the first few hours do wrong liao..T_T *woooo*
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/Hayden01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111615962580982441?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111615962580982441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111615962580982441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111615962580982441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111615962580982441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-spinning-around.html' title='I&apos;m spinning around'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111597500711286040</id><published>2005-05-13T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T17:35:04.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How stupid can I get?</title><content type='html'>It took me 6 hours just to finish up my walk cycle. 6 solid hours just to understand a walk cycle. ComEe oNnnn, I can do better than that right? Kenneth, slow edi, dam slow, faster laaaaaaaaaa!
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click &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/mainchar07.swf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see Hayden - (my character name)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111597500711286040?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111597500711286040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111597500711286040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111597500711286040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111597500711286040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-stupid-can-i-get.html' title='How stupid can I get?'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111569378888104254</id><published>2005-05-10T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T10:56:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/gah8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/dasdasd.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111569378888104254?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111569378888104254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111569378888104254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111569378888104254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111569378888104254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111568983864555563</id><published>2005-05-10T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:50:38.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally finished.</title><content type='html'>Time now is 9:46 a.m. Obviously I didn't sleep a wink. Feeling very light headed. Hmmm, this is such a good way to get high, rather than smoking.
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Got class later, just finished the remaining 50%. Now just need to let the lecturer whom I disappointed to comment on my work. Hopefully everything goes well. Don't think I can do the remaining 10%, due date is next week so yeah, nvm la. Later la. Got other stuff to do.
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2 more hours till class starts. Should I sleep? ZZZZz...T_T
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If you guys think this is nice, well, I don't like my work one bit. Doesn't look nice to me at all..T_T
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/Untitled-32.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111568983864555563?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111568983864555563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111568983864555563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111568983864555563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111568983864555563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-finished.html' title='Finally finished.'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111567108946588651</id><published>2005-05-10T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T04:38:09.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design3</title><content type='html'>Time now is 4:35 a.m. 
50% of Design 3 done, now for the other 50% and the other 10% of the journal.
Thats 110%...T_T
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/front_cover05.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111567108946588651?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111567108946588651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111567108946588651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111567108946588651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111567108946588651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/design3.html' title='Design3'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111536411507021816</id><published>2005-05-06T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:21:55.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/gah.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/gah2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/gah3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111536411507021816?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111536411507021816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111536411507021816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111536411507021816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111536411507021816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/final-month.html' title='Final Month'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111529862985984997</id><published>2005-05-05T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T21:10:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn dogs.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, long time not too long ago, I was walking back from SS15 in the wee hours of the a.m. As I was happily skipping along the road, suddenly I heard a moATHEdASdFACkling growl. OMGGGGoodness, who let the dog out? 
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Instinct kicked in and at first I wanted to back track, and run to petronas cuz the junction was just on my left and the dog is on my right, but logic kicked me in the nuts and I ran back home. Luckily, the dog did not give chase cause it was blocked by a van.
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I know, this is a repost.
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So, today, I just decided to walk around the neighbourhood, decided to take a break from humping the mouse on the computer and did I get to relaxxxx? Nooo...I didn't get to relax, I got more startled. Walk walk halfway, deep in thoughts and suddenly this dog ambush me from the bushes inside one of the houses. Ambush me as in bark insanely at me. My string of thoughts broke and I was startled. As I continued to walk forward, I looked back at the dog, and suddenly, another dog in another house ran and bang against the gate. More startled. Sheesh*
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I think it was because of the incident before this that I now am paranoid with the dogs in the neighbourhood and gawd...can't they see that I'm just walking here? Don't need to bark?!!!!!! DAmmit.
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/gongkia.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/gongkia2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111529862985984997?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111529862985984997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111529862985984997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111529862985984997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111529862985984997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/05/damn-dogs.html' title='Damn dogs.'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111471483484021844</id><published>2005-04-29T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T03:00:34.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTA - Trial of The Ancients</title><content type='html'>DAmmit. Why the assignments look like so litte but like dam kau much to do wan? Optical illusion ar this assignments? Shallow waters run deep wei. Wah lau.
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And so, I don't believe that I cannot kau tim you all in 24 hours. I would like to see how that goes. So on Friday, 12 a.m. Start doing assignments non-stop. 24 hours man, 24 hours. See whether I can kau tim you all or noT? OWN your asses man..OWN!
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Have you ever tried to keep yourself awake till you could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your head? I have...not a pretty sound either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111471483484021844?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111471483484021844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111471483484021844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111471483484021844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111471483484021844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/tota-trial-of-ancients.html' title='TOTA - Trial of The Ancients'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111436106486959930</id><published>2005-04-25T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:44:24.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelming things</title><content type='html'>1. Storyboard for 2D - Sketch in blue pencil
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2. mp3 interface for imaging
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3. Walk cycle for 2D
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4. Head rotation for 2D
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5. 3D model - main character and sub
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6. Index page for Design 3 and Web
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7. Confirmation for front cover for Design 3
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8. Proposal for Video
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9. Storyboard for Interactive Multimedia
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10. Concept sketch for Concept Developement
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11. Documentation for Industry Practice
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So many things to do in less than 2 months. Each task lasting around a week. I'm 2 weeks backtracked. OMGoodness. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111436106486959930?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111436106486959930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111436106486959930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111436106486959930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111436106486959930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/overwhelming-things.html' title='Overwhelming things'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111416446331787866</id><published>2005-04-22T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:07:43.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They like me!</title><content type='html'>Was bored in the computer lab today and I decide to post my underwear design as the wallpaper.
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Haha, damn funny wei, I was just about to leave the lab cuz there was another class which was about to start, and suddenly, this girl caught sight of the unique wallpaper and said, "What sort of wallpaper is this wei"
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Hahahahah, and soon, a crowd gathered around the PC. Ooo, they like my design, now would they buy it? Do you think its a good idea to manufacture these undies for special occasions like the upcoming Labour Day? It could be the official Labour Day underwear. Makes all men feel confident, no matter the length.
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A friend of mine said that it is an innovative design and that I should patent it and after that, market it. What do you think?
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p/s: the crowd did not know who was the designer but they did seem anxious to know who it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111416446331787866?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111416446331787866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111416446331787866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111416446331787866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111416446331787866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/they-like-me.html' title='They like me!'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111376789894508393</id><published>2005-04-18T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T04:08:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed in thoughts</title><content type='html'>Went off track this past week. So off track. I guess this is how people are. Even the strongest will let their guard down sometimes. It reminds us that we're still humans. 
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Couldn't keep to schedules, couldn't keep to promises, many could nots, few dids. It just takes that one thing to keep us back on track. Just one thing. Everyone needs to find that one thing to cheer you on, to back you up, to inspire you, to be your muse.
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Have you found your muse lately? I haven't. 
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It's overwhelming when you get back to that race without a coach. No one can be your coach in life except yourself. Like a small drop in the ocean, the feeling is absurdly overwhelming. Your mind races, it plans out the next move, yet your hands can only move that fast, that quick, that consistent. You wished you had an extra pair of hands. Two pairs in fact or maybe three would get the job done. 
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Planning wouldn't really solve the problem yet it seems to be the only way out. Can you religiously follow your plans? What if you're going too fast? Too fast to take a breather? Or too slow to catch up? What if, in the end, it makes you harden in the inside, a stoner to the core? Emotionless. What if you go too slow and widen the distance. It's too overwhelming to even comprehend the distance. Looking back, you wished you would have taken a different option.
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Which leaves us to the ultimate question. Choice. It all comes down to choice. Choice is the root of uncertainty. Yes? Everyone with a developed brain has choice. Choice to choose which is right or wrong. Choice to choose where you would like to go today. Choice to choose. Yes, choice. Wouldn't it be better if we were without choice? Without choice, we all would be directed by the one power above. Worry free, we all know where we would end up. Or not till the end, but on a daily basis?
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But thats no fun. Where is the fun without making your own decisions.?
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So, the end is up to us?
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Yes. 
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And the end...is uncertain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111376789894508393?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111376789894508393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111376789894508393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111376789894508393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111376789894508393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/overwhelmed-in-thoughts.html' title='Overwhelmed in thoughts'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111350295771271058</id><published>2005-04-15T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:22:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Annoyance</title><content type='html'>Having trouble just sitting at the computer. There is this friggin mosquito which keeps appearing out of no where, takes a suck at me and disappears again. Is this an etheral mosquito? Or issit a sign from above that I need to do my assignments. THis iS INSANEEE!! Trying my best to hit it but it just keeps getting out of my grasps. Why? WHYYY!!! 
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If I get my hands on you, I'll pluck ur wings out, cut ur intestines out, wrap it around ur neck and strangle you to death with it ArrR! and FEED you to my fish! BAHH!, STOP BITING ME LA WEIIII!!!! *gasp gasp gasp* Okay, I'll take the mosquito's presence as a sign. I need to get off the computer. Been trying really hard to push myself to do my assignments. Really hard. My ass is like a ball and chain, welded together with no structure nor form. Just mass.
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ACKhH, FrIGingin moSquitO.....kAHHHH!!! YameRooo!! nYaHhhHhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111350295771271058?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111350295771271058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111350295771271058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111350295771271058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111350295771271058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/ultimate-annoyance.html' title='The Ultimate Annoyance'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111349526160649565</id><published>2005-04-15T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T00:14:21.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories</title><content type='html'>Hey people, I'm doing a video project on human emotions and my idea bank is all dry. I need stories from you guys. Any stories on human emotions lately?
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can be love stories, friendship, finding yourself back, getting back on track, recovering from depression....etc. I need inspiration and I know I have a lot of inspirational friends. So, inspire me people =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111349526160649565?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111349526160649565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111349526160649565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111349526160649565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111349526160649565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/stories.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111328541078431508</id><published>2005-04-12T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T14:19:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAFU</title><content type='html'>So I was browsing around friendster and I saw my own forecast, which has some truth in it, and then something caught my eye.
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/blog_scenes/snafus.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
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Now I wondered to myself, what on earth is "snafus"?
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A quick check on the net &lt;a href="http://www.onelook.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; reveals snafus as
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/genshibakudan/blog_scenes/snafu2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;
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So, now I know. Situation Normal All Fucked Up. Haha, another addition to my dictionary, apart from STFU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111328541078431508?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111328541078431508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111328541078431508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111328541078431508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111328541078431508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/snafu.html' title='SNAFU'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111324336644232674</id><published>2005-04-12T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T02:16:06.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick her up #1</title><content type='html'>Bar scene. Guy approaches girl.
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Guy: Hey, how bout we get out of here? Hmm?
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Girl: Hah, sorry but I'm gay.
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Guy: Ouuu, I see, you're happy =)
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Girl: No, as in I like women.
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Guy: Well, you know, I've always been a lesbian trapped in a man's body. I say we match each other quite well. So what do you say. Shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111324336644232674?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111324336644232674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111324336644232674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111324336644232674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111324336644232674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/pick-her-up-1.html' title='Pick her up #1'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111318702166336117</id><published>2005-04-11T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:37:44.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat showdown</title><content type='html'>It just stopped raining and I peered out of the kitchen window to get a whiff of the fresh air. You know, its like how grass smells in the morning. I don't stick my nose right at the grass okay. It's,..you know la.
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So I met this cat sitting right under the kitchen window panes. Looking around. See the cat so ke lian, so cute, and I was munching on yesterday's fish, I decided to share my food. So I fed it just one piece and apparently, the cat was not alone. The cat was part of an elaborate setup. They send out a scout to charm the humans by putting on a sad front and when they fall for it, the scout calls in the cavalry and overwhelmes the humans. Their purr just steals your heart, you feel weak at your knees and you have no choice but to comply with their wishes. Even my mother who is not a cat fan feeds them.
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and there were 2 of them. *MeOW, MEOwWWWW*
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and 3! Then 4! *mEow MEowWW, mEowWW, meoWWWWW*
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and 5! *mEow MEowWW, mEowWW, meoWWWWW, meOW, meoWWW*
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And suddenly, 
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*eik* *wei, look there* *purrRR, it's him again*
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the group heard something. They sensed an outsider. 
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*puRRRR* *muahahha*
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It was another cat, not from the neighbourhood. A rogue spY!
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Naturally, the alpha male will protect the pack. A showdown between the two cats ensued. Claws were out, *rarrr*. FUr up. Crouching tiger stance enabled and a little help from the frantic human male inside the kitchen plus all of the above shooed away the outsider.
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Cis, foolish stupid human, shoo me away! THIS IS NOT THE LAST YOU SEE OF MEEEE-oWWWWW!!!! Becareful, I'll SHIT in your backyard someday. Don't give me eat. Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111318702166336117?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111318702166336117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111318702166336117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111318702166336117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111318702166336117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/cat-showdown.html' title='Cat showdown'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111318301596948408</id><published>2005-04-10T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:39:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Case almost closed</title><content type='html'>So yeah, you all know that Lua refused to pay right? So I got damn pissed and all and I thought to myself, ~"man, this fella, in the wrong and still act so big"~ 
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Okay, fine, so I gave a call to the Inspector and then, now almost settled already lor. There was a day when he did not come to college. I think, it was that day when the Inspector asked him to go "yam cha" in his office. What did they discuss about, I do not know but he sure did kau tim everything. Within a week, I got a call from the Inspector stating that his parents would like to pay. Mind you, his parents! Not him. He's still the same old him. Not willing to pay and all. Him acting this way, I don't think it's his first time in this sort of case.
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He goes around telling one sided stories to his friends in JB and SG, tricking all the leng luis there into believing that he's being BLACKMAILED and all. DAmn, you break something, you be responsible for it. This really proves how dense his balls are. They are probably floating somewhere in the Klang river right now. Waiting to be nibbled to pieces by the mutated fishes dwelling there =x.
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So the parents would like to bank in the money to my account. Let's see whether they would do so or not. If they did, then good ler, they probably just accidentally dropped Lua on the floor when he was a baby or something, thats why can suddenly go insane lor. Case confirmed close. If not, then aihz, like son, like father.
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On other matters. I haven't been speaking to my ex-housemates. Blocked them on MSN. No point talking to them. The only time when they approach me is when it has something to do with money. They are not selfish. They just like to mind their own business. Obviously, I'm not welcomed in their group, so why bother trying to make a difference. There's no gain for me. Hehe, nvm ler. Less people to take care of. Quality friends over quantity. 
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And then, another question pops into mind. So what will happen next semester when we all choose our major? There's bound to be some of them in my class. I might even see that animal. Oo...*shivers*, nvm ler...chill...when I reach that bridge only will I cross it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111318301596948408?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111318301596948408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111318301596948408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111318301596948408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111318301596948408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/case-almost-closed.html' title='Case almost closed'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111317971090741194</id><published>2005-04-10T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T08:50:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>One week hols. So many things to do, so lazy. 2 Days gone just like that, 7 more days left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111317971090741194?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111317971090741194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111317971090741194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111317971090741194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111317971090741194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111254223387927781</id><published>2005-04-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:57:35.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anugerah Bintang Popular Berita Harian - Just the bad points</title><content type='html'>Hmm, what can I say about this glamourous event? Considering the fact that there were many many MAJOR technical problems.
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I was just eating my "nin yong mai fun mee" and Reshmonu was up. As he was singing, halfway, suddenly, the mic just decided to fail on him. Reshmonu of course, didn't give up, he was still singing! Although he looked like a total idiot on stage who seems to be lip syncing cuz there was just the band playing, Reshmonu braved the technical flaws.
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Someone gave Resh another mic and goodness, it still couldn't work till the third mic was given, and then only things went back to normal. Kudos to Reshmonu for being professional. Now, I'm guessing, after his performance, he would be cursing intensely back stage.
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Then a lady won some big achievement award thing and she proceeds to give a very very long speech which I think could be cut down. Gawd, why don't you give us a lecture instead? Seriously, there is serious lack in organization and you want to make it live. Nominators should be told how much time they have to talk rather than letting them do as they wish and by golly, the ones that spoke too long couldn't take a hint at all.
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The main thing I disliked the most is how the malay hosts mimic how a chinese accent man talk malay. It was distasteful. Absolutely insulting. I felt sick to my stomach. Why don't they just mimic how malays talk english? Or just how silly they are with chinese? Why attack us chinese and not themselves? After the whole etc, it was time for a wrap and gracefully, so easily, they say "maaf atas salah silap, etc". 
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Haha, damn, it seems to easy with them. They mimic us chinese, tease others, make fun of, step on, critize openly, and just gracefully say sorry. It's like Osama bin Laden, sending out a tape to George Bush saying, "sebelum saya mengundurkan diri saya, saya memohon maaf atas salah silap saya semase saya mengebom twin tower anda"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111254223387927781?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111254223387927781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111254223387927781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111254223387927781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111254223387927781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/anugerah-bintang-popular-berita-harian.html' title='Anugerah Bintang Popular Berita Harian - Just the bad points'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111243872428796428</id><published>2005-04-02T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T18:47:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At war with myself</title><content type='html'>Sigh, feeling so much mixed emotions right now. At one side, my mind is thinking of all sort of ways to get him back. I feel so disgusted even at the mention of his name. Sheesh. On the other hand, my heart says, no. Do things peacefully. Buddhist teachings teaches us to be kind. Sigh, this is so hard. 
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It would be much easier, if that fella just changed his attitude and pay me back my RM 650. He even tells stories to his friends that I'm trying to blackmail him. Fuck. All the one sided stories, all poisoned his friend's minds. I SO SO SO Feel like spreading the news. Just wished all his friends in his friends list knew bout the whole story and judged it for themselves. Anyone feel like helping me spread the news to his friends in friendster?
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http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3287923
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He claims that he did not make any agreement that he would pay me back. Thats the whole point why I showed you the letter jackass. Sigh, I should have pressed the inspector to draft out a letter at that day itself. Regret. The inspector said no need to write agreement that day so I didn't write lor. How I know...that jerk is still like that. Man, I wish he was dead.
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And then I wonder, I've done nothing wrong. No serious evil doings, didn't kill anyone, didn't set fire, yet I have to run into his sort of people. I wonder, is this a test elaborately planned out by some higher power in order to test my true nature? I wonder. Even if it is, cmon...I just want to live in peace. Is it so hard to claim back what someone else broke? Sigh. This is so bad, this is so so bad. I feel so much hatred inside me. Like a mixer set on high volume. 
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Who wants to help? Spread the news to all his friends on frenster list and let them judge for themselves. Free them from being poisoned by this jerkoff. Let the truth be known and let them judge for themselves.
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Another thing I just cannot comprehend is that the ex-housemates are still chit-chatting with him. Hah, I knew they couldn't differnciate between wrong and right, but I couldn't imagine that they would be this dense to still communicate with him. Friends of the enemy are enemies of mine. You can't be on both sides and declare neutrality. You can't state that you are still a friend yet stay neutral. I hate all of you ex-housemates. DIE, DIE, DIEEEEE! Bunch of jerks. Your day will come. CURSE all of YOU! CURSES! If you die before your payback, your children will bear the curse!
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Sigh, so much anger. Too much. Chill la Kenneth.
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Someone guide me. I feel so lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111243872428796428?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111243872428796428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111243872428796428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111243872428796428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111243872428796428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/at-war-with-myself.html' title='At war with myself'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111240294554573484</id><published>2005-04-02T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T09:02:35.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh....</title><content type='html'>Lua refuses to pay for my specs. 
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I just can't believe that there are such stupid arrogant irresponsible people from this world. I believe there are people worse than that; mentally wise, as in killers, rapists, etc, but to cross paths with an asshole with such an attitude is such an eye opener. 
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It totally pisses me off! It enrages me! OOOOO, still, sigh. Don't know what to think now. I want...
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Point is, I won't compromise who I am. Fuck him sideways man...
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http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3287923&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111240294554573484?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111240294554573484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111240294554573484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111240294554573484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111240294554573484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/04/sigh.html' title='Sigh....'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111151055525229421</id><published>2005-03-23T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:55:55.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue</title><content type='html'>The drama ends here...I have no more hatred or whatsoever with my ex-housemates or with the person who tried to stab me. This doesn't mean that I will go hopping to them and be all buddy buddy again. It just means that, the grudge is gone and what happens, happens.
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Just ordered a new specs for myself today. Costs around RM 650. Some might think since I'm getting a new specs, I might as well get an expensive one. Ha...well, no, not really, I searched for something similiar to my previous specs and decided on it. Now, the hard part is whether he will pay or not. If he doesn't, then which of you readers feel like whoopIng hiS aSS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111151055525229421?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111151055525229421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111151055525229421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111151055525229421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111151055525229421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/03/epilogue.html' title='Epilogue'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111133888982560942</id><published>2005-03-21T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:40:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confrontation - Part 1 (unedited)</title><content type='html'>+ K ! says:
so how now?
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+ K ! says:
the rent
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
erm..
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doubleR :hellyon says:
u got find ppl?&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
cannot find..
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+ K ! says:
and the fridge and washing machine, are u going to pay me back or not?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
kenny got find, but not sure yet, have to wait their result
doubleR :hellyon says:
if kenny find, i tink cant pay back leh,
doubleR :hellyon says:
how to say? to them,&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
if kenny find, can't pay back?
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+ K ! says:
??
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
erm...
doubleR :hellyon says:
i tink so&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
why cannot pay back?
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+ K ! says:
they not going to use the washing machine and fridge?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
bcoz... u c, when ppl rent house , if the house already furnished, they dun pay for the furniture&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
wat do u mean they don't pay for the furniture?
rent house is rent house, furniture is furniture
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
last time in mayang i rent the house, my another housemater already bought sofa, washing machine etc, but i didnt pay 4 tat wo..
doubleR :hellyon says:
i duno
doubleR :hellyon says:
so in conclusion i dunno&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
wait ar
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
oki&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
tat one when no need to pay for furniture cuz it's the owner's one...
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+ K ! says:
this one is I share to buy with you guys..
so where got logic if I can't get back the money?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
so i'll discuss with them abt it
doubleR :hellyon says:
how much&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
RM 1397 divided by 8 = RM 174
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
fridge and washing
doubleR :hellyon says:
?&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
u check ur own receipt
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+ K ! says:
yeah, fridge and washing machine
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
kk&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
so it's settled yeaH?
I'll get back my share of the cash?
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+ K ! says:
if the new tenant dun wanto pay then they dun need to use the washing machine and fridge lor
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
i ask n c lo..
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okok..&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
cuz I still sharing ma..
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
and if kenny's fren dun want...then how
doubleR :hellyon says:
i mean dun wan d room
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n april's comin&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
wait, lemme think.
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
if according to d agreement, it will deduct from ur deposit&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
i know, wait
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+ K ! says:
ok, whoever can find new tenant will get RM 100
provided I get back my cash for the washing machine and fridge also..
which is RM 174
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
?
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the 100?&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
yes...RM 100..
whoever can get new tenant, will get rm 100
deduct from my deposit..
conditions will be
*get new tenant before april
*I get back my RM 184
+ K ! says:
RM 174*
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
o..a reward la?&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
yes
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
wait wait
doubleR :hellyon says:
ur deposit&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
they said ur deposit is...somehow confiscated?&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
who say?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
coz u break d agreement?&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
who say?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
i say
doubleR :hellyon says:
not cofiscated
doubleR :hellyon says:
is...anyway u cant get back coz u break d agreement?&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
I got break agreement meh?
I paid till end of march, just not stayin there.
so tats why I'm asking you all to find new ppl lor...
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+ K ! says:
so don't simply say I break agreement...
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
no meh...u signed until...2 n 1/2 yrs wo..
doubleR :hellyon says:
not juz 1 yr only.
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or maybe juz ask owner lo&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
yeah...ask the owner
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+ K ! says:
now only u wanto ask the owner..
tat time u say, got anything settle among ourselves...dun wanto call owner...so I dun call owner la
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
so...u ask?
doubleR :hellyon says:
tat is police matter
doubleR :hellyon says:
not tis&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
are u having the agreement with u?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
ya&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
send over
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
dun ask me to read, i duno abt it&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
take picture send over
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
how to send?
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tats a lot&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
actually very simple only..
just find a new person to continue renting in my place lor...
aiyo
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
yes i noe
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but I Tink, u should find, not us&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
i should find...so you all no need to help me find?
you all not friends?
you all not willing to help me?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
haha
doubleR :hellyon says:
u say like tat, u noe hard leh&lt;/span&gt;
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haiya, i dunno, ask them&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
know what harD?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
wtf man
doubleR :hellyon says:
hardest thing - conflict abt money n fren
doubleR :hellyon says:
i duno le
doubleR :hellyon says:
anyway, i ask them later&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
got conflict meh now?
find ppl only ma
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
n c abt it
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+ K ! says:
they all against me issit?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
haha, dun say like tat
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+ K ! says:
I feel as if they all against me...
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
haiz..
doubleR :hellyon says:
no la, fren still am
doubleR :hellyon says:
ma&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
why dun say like tat..
no one willing to back me up oso tat time...
then after the incident, no one said anyting oso, like nothing happen...
only thing anyone said is L.M telling me tat I owe him RM 70 for server..
WTF....
aihz...if wanto say, can continue saying..
but nvm ler...
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
haha&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
haha
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
u noe la, ur mom will teach u dun interfere ppl businness
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nvm la, pass oredi&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
dun interfere ppl's business cuz u dunno that person ma...
I stay with u guys for the past year...same class, same course..maybe same major oso
and it comes out like tat...
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+ K ! says:
so I should find ppl to replace me cuz it's my business, not your business...?
right?
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
u c, in sec. sch, u got 2 fren, but both of them are foe, so u'll never talk abt tat person infront of another guy, so, when comes to things like tat, still dun step in better, haiz
doubleR :hellyon says:
erm...
doubleR :hellyon says:
nvm, abt the room rent n deposit, i'll ask abt them
doubleR :hellyon says:
n c how
doubleR :hellyon says:
i try help u then&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
aihz, nvm...if you wanto help, and others dun wanto help then nvm..it's okay..
I dun mind...I just know already....
everybody else wants to mind their own business...
dunno ler...
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
haha, i duno abt them, so ok la, i let u noe again&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
ok....
+ K ! says:
thanks
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doubleR :hellyon says:
ok la, c ya then&lt;/span&gt;
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+ K ! says:
ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111133888982560942?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111133888982560942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111133888982560942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111133888982560942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111133888982560942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/03/confrontation-part-1-unedited.html' title='Confrontation - Part 1 (unedited)'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111133738484193905</id><published>2005-03-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:00:37.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Day 1
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After the whole incident, no one said anything about it. I wondered to myself, was I dreaming? The incident DID happen after all. I almost got stabbed, someone could have died, someone could have appeared in the front page of The Malay Mail yet, everyone pretends that nothing happened. There were no "how are you" or "hellos", or "whats next" or "hey, let's yam cha". Nothing. It was just silent.
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I thought to myself, "I DO not need to rely on them neither do I need their company. I would rather hang out by myself than be with people who are so insensitive". Many times I have thought of moving out. Many many countless times. The only thing holding me back was the money and the hassle involved.
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It camed to a point when I still could not go online. WHAT?! All the drama and I still could not go online. I could ask my roommate why I can't go online and seek his assistance but it was just too awkward. I doubt my question would be answered. Why would a person who did not want to back you up when you are in need, answer your question? Millions of questions flooded my thoughts. 
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Went dinner myself again. No biggie..been doing it since last year.
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At first I thought it was something to do with my connection. I thought that my PC was giving problems. I thought that if I could settle the problem myself then it be better but I was wrong. The problem was still there. Countless times I tried, and finally I could go online. but it was not by the house's internet. I was using Subang's streamyx account...somehow. Success, can go online yet it wasn't the way, cuz if I'm online then Subang can't online. Urgh...think of that later. Sleep first.
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I thought if I'd sleep it off, I can go online the next day. You know how technology works. One day it doesn't work, the next day, whadda know...it's okay again. Urgh...still can't go online and still, no "hellos", "how are you's" and what not. Man from opposite room comes over. Hmm...he wants to say something. Does he want to chat?
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Man from opposite room, "hey, Kenneth, we all bought a new server, and I paid first, so you owe me RM 70, here is the receipt. You want to photostate it?"
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OH fark...so you guys will do it this way huh? Only come to me when there is money involved. Well, I'm not surprised. Suddenly it became all clear to me. I now know how the the fight started. They bought a new server, and they all happily connected THEIR own LAN jiau Cables but because I was NOT there, as I was in Subang, No one thought of connecting my cable to the freaking router. It became clear to me. Everybody is so selfish. The whole fight was caused by everyone's own doing. I felt that the whole house is against me. How can I live here?
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Hmm...think Kenneth, think. And I did think, all I needed was a roof over my head and the Internet. I do not need company, neither do I need them selfish bastards but then I can't go online. Oh fark...wats the use of staying here. It's suffocating. I can't concentrate on what to design. Hmm...I need to go home.
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Day3
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Still thinking.
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Day 4
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After much consideration, opinion from friends, lectures from parents, I've decided to move out. DAmn...I was clinging on to the house like a failing relationship. You know he/she is playing/treating you badly/fucking around, yet you still stick to him/her thinking that it would be okay in the future. Man, it's some concentrated insane delusion. Wake the fuDGe UP Kenneth!...
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It isn't over in the end. Moving out wasn't the end, it was the beginning. The start of a whole new can of worms. Getting my deposit back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111133738484193905?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111133738484193905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111133738484193905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111133738484193905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111133738484193905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/03/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111114546552361984</id><published>2005-03-18T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:20:03.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My housemate tried to kill me - Part 2</title><content type='html'>After the whole drama ended, I calmed myself down and thought to myself. 
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"I can't let such a serious matter go by. HE TRIED to STAB ME! If I don't report to the police, he would think that he can get away with it, take things for granted and even might try to do other more drastic things. WHat if one night, when I'm sleeping, he creeps into my room and slice my dick oFF? Woah, scary shiet man"
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In the police station
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JL, "Sir, this one small matter only, no need to report to police, small fight only, fight in house"
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Inspector, "SMall matter? You used a cutter and tried to stab him! I can charge you for attempted murder"
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JL, "Where got?"
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Kenneth, "Don't deny! That time you asked me to get out from your room but I didn't want to cuz I was looking for my specs. Then you reached for a blue coloured cutter, drew out the blade, threatened me and tried to stab me with it. SO DON'T DENY IT!"
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JL, "OH, very interesting story ha"
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Kenneth, "Inspector, see, he doesn't wanto admit it."
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JL, "If you want, you can go home and find for the blue cutter~ If not you can also ask the witnesses, I got 6 witnesses"
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*At this moment, I thought to myself, if like tat, you ask me to find, means u erased the evidence already ler. THen ask me to ask they all, surely you said something to them...their testiomonials are already compromised ler like tat. Oh fark, no one is on my side, cept for the Inspector of course*
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Then the inspector left us together for a while to ask the people outside. JL brought along my roommate and my housemate. 
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*inside the room*
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JL looks at me and says, "If you want, we can go to court, I'm not afraid of you"
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Kenneth thinks to himself, "OMG! THis ass hoOooUuuu is insaNEEE!! He's really testing my patience man..oH SHIET!"
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*silence* till the inspector comes back in.
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Kenneth, "Inspector, I want you to inform his parents"
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Luckily, the Inspector persisted but JL did not want to give out his father's contact number. No worries, what he did not know was I already phoned the lecturer in charge, informed her of the situation and already obtained his mother's contact number. Hehe. Sweet-ness.
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Inspector, "...ada pengadu mengatakan bahawa anak anda cuba menikam pengadu tersebut. Dia sekarang berada di balai polis"
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*At this time, JL's mother was blur and the Inspector repeated the whole sentence a couple of times. JL smiled and giggled to himself. As if it was very funny. JL's mom even said, "I'm not free ler now, having business meeting" and the Inspector even had to say, "bisnes lebih penting ke, anak lebih penting?"*
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An agreement was achieved, he has to pay for my new glasses, pay for petrol (you guys think I flew to the police station?) and he also has to move out. The Inspector let us have the chance to voice out any displeasure, say sorry, or anything. JL didn't say anything. I did not expect him to either yet I wasn't content with his attitude and I questioned him myself.
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Kenneth, "Why did u hit mE?"
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JL, "cuz I am unhappy with you that you make the whole house disconnected from the Internet"
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Conclusion is this fella isn't regretful of the whole situation. He was dam lan ci, lan yong in the Inspector's office and he even denied using the cutter on me which I hate very much. If he has the balls to try and stab me...be responsible for your own actions. Don't DENY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111114546552361984?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111114546552361984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111114546552361984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111114546552361984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111114546552361984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-housemate-tried-to-kill-me-part-2.html' title='My housemate tried to kill me - Part 2'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111060589770609307</id><published>2005-03-12T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:00:29.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My housemate tried to kill me - Part 1</title><content type='html'>I reached Cyberia from Subang at around 12:30 a.m. and unloaded my stuff in my room. I switched on the computer and tried to go online but found out that someone unplugged my Local Area Network (LAN) cable from the router. The cable has to be connected so that I can go online. I was frustrated cuz why the fuck was it was unplugged in the first place? So I went outside my room where the router and the modem were situated and plugged back my cable.
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Knowing that the connection between the router and the modem is loose, I carefully connected back the cable. What I did not know was that in the process, I accidentally disconnected the whole house from the Net.
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Then this animal from the room opposite, banged his door to annouce his hostility and appeared outside my room. With no warning, he grabbed a chair and waved the chair around, threatening to launch the chair at me. 
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I shouted to him, "Whats your PROBLEM?"
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the animal said, "You know you made everyone cannot connect to the Internet?"
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I said, "Someone disc-ed my LAN cable, I'm just connecting it back"
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the animal roared, "CANNOT"
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Now, why on earth I can't connect back my LAN cable? I paid for the fucking Internet so why can't I connect? Before I could state out other stuff. He released the chair and grabbed a broom. This broom has not been washed since the beginning of time and Heavens forbid, you whack me with a broom, I swear I'll rip you to pieces. So to prevent myself from turning insane I tried to grab the broom away from the monster. The moment I tugged the broom, he socked me on my right face. I blacked out for 1/2 secs and before I knew what happened, my body responded to his attacks and I socked him back.
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I pushed the skinny faggot back to his room and he almost fell, and he socked me another time. This time my specs broke and cut my face badly (don't worry, still handsome) but I didn't realise it. I dealt another blow and pulled his hair, face down so that he couldn't see shit. He didn't stop, he continued to scratch like a bitch and his roommate broke up the fight. I searched around for my specs and he yelled for me to get out from his room. I declined. Fuck him man, I thought. I searchd around and he kept on yelling "get out from my room, this is my room!"
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I walked around, ignored him and I reached his doorstep, still inside his room, and the only thing seperating me and him was his coffee table. He reached forward, grabbed a cutter, drew out the blade and yelled again, to ask me to get out. I said "NO"! A barrage of words were exchanged and he lunged at me with the cutter, trying to stab me with it. Luckily, his roomate restrained him. The cutter was less than an arm's length away from my stomach. I was stunned, and when it registered in my brain, I went out of the room and called my parents to inform and bring me to the police station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111060589770609307?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111060589770609307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111060589770609307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111060589770609307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111060589770609307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-housemate-tried-to-kill-me-part-1.html' title='My housemate tried to kill me - Part 1'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-111009556403090295</id><published>2005-03-06T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T15:56:02.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smart housemates' own doing.</title><content type='html'>Hey, I know, it's been a while since I posted but I couldn't help it. Smart housemates were playing CS one night while I was back in Subang and it was raining heavily. Suddenly, *POOFF* the modem became coco crunch! Literally. 
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So and there it was, the server and the modem together became coco crunch. As if that was not enough, we all had to chip in to buy the server from the owner. So everybody had to pay RM 35. Fark, it's stupid I tell you. Paying RM 35 for something I used only once. Only ONCE! And I didn't even ask for a server. Stupid I tell ya..STUPID! 
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Giving face to this chief tenant only ler. Dunno why I giving face oso. CIs. If only some of their computers went *kAbOooM* then that will teach them a lesson. Go farking ofFline when there's lightning outside!.
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Wanted to blog then, but couldn't, sorry yeah! Now only can cuz the people came over to fix the modem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-111009556403090295?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/111009556403090295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=111009556403090295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111009556403090295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/111009556403090295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/03/smart-housemates-own-doing.html' title='smart housemates&apos; own doing.'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110880332606250609</id><published>2005-02-19T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T17:08:51.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't know how this went but someone once asked Jason Lo what he thought about Malaysians.
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His reply was, "Malaysians are very special people because they all have the force. They just need to show their hand while crossing the road and cars will stop for them"
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My comment would be, "Rightttt....Jason, but you forgot to say that the force has a limited radius. It does not work on highways"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110880332606250609?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110880332606250609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110880332606250609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110880332606250609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110880332606250609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-know-how-this-went-but-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110866416613967307</id><published>2005-02-18T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T02:16:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It rained... ({) (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110866416613967307?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110866416613967307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110866416613967307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110866416613967307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110866416613967307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-rained.html' title=''/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110866032161708087</id><published>2005-02-18T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T01:12:01.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money matters</title><content type='html'>It's a different feeling when you spend you own hard earned cash. Okay, I wouldn't say sitting around doing nothing and selling clothes is anything hard but yeah, your own cash.

The feeling is just clean. There's no guilt at all. It's clean money. Pure. White. Crystal clear.

Spent RM 656 on computer stuff. Got myself a :-
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ASUS Tek DVD-Rom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SOMIC headphones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kingston 512 DDR 333 Ram&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kingston Pen Drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Logitech webcam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imation CD-R&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Few DVD softwares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha, looks like a lot huh? Good ler...I like having new stuff which I need. Best thing is I used my own cash. Kudos to myself. *pats back*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110866032161708087?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110866032161708087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110866032161708087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110866032161708087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110866032161708087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/02/money-matters.html' title='Money matters'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110862206760217150</id><published>2005-02-17T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T14:34:27.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look me in the eye and say that I need it</title><content type='html'>Went and pay fees yesterday. So expensive as usual. RM 10k for one semester and as if it was not enough, the university had to charge me extra. It was not even stated in the "Course Fees Advisory" letter which they sent to me. The CFA is a letter stating how much and what you need to pay for this semester.
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Goodness, another RM 240 for recreation fees. WTF man. Get that? Recreation fees. I certainly DID NOT request for any recreation at all you dumb asses. I'm here to study dammit. What do you take me for? Some rich kid here to get laid? WTF MAN! Oh, recreation covers the usage of the "One World" club which I think is the student lounge and the gym. Damm, times are tight and this is what I just needed, more stupid fees. As if the resource fee was not enough, I have recreation fees. I don't need to go to the gym, nearby cyberia has one. I don't need to meet new people from all over the world. I couldn't care less. I'm here to study.
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By making this recreation fees compulsory, it totally goes against the meaning of recreation itself which is an activity that refreshes and recreates, that renews your health and spirits by enjoyment and relaxation. Found the meaning online. You see people. Lim Kok Wing is NOT as glamorous as it looks. It's more of a money sucking wolf hiding under the common sheep's clothing. URgh~~ SO fricken pissed. I'm gonna have a BF!!! Hmm...I'm going to write a leTTER!!! Dear, Tan Sri Lim Kok Wing, I am an asian man...hehe
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Hoh...see ler. I might write a letter to the press. HOho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110862206760217150?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110862206760217150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110862206760217150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110862206760217150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110862206760217150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/02/look-me-in-eye-and-say-that-i-need-it.html' title='Look me in the eye and say that I need it'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110849089589742822</id><published>2005-02-16T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T02:21:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm going back and I still haven't packed. Been busy lately. Many friends going overseas so I want to spend the last few moments with them before they leave on a plane =) It's mere hours before I leave for Cyberjaya. Urgh, the thought of stepping back into that filth sickens my mortal stomach. Anyway, it would be the beginning of a new semester. New semester with 9 subjects. Sigh. Hopefully I can cope. Aiming for 9 HDs this semester. Hopefully. Hope..=] 
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I look forward to doing the stuff I was doing but not staying there. Can't really shift out cuz I'm tied down with the appliances in the house. We've shared the fridge, the washing machine, the Net, just to name a few. Chief tenant lost all the receipts and I didn't keep a copy of it to keep track of what and how much I paid. I didn't expect that things would turn out so shitty. It was nice at first, till later when everyone showed their true colours. How naive of me. Hehe. 
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I guess I was delusional with all the "oh, college years are the best years in your life" and etc. Lol. Naive, naive, naive. That was me 2 years back. I know better now. Friends don't necessarily make good housemates. Housemates don't necessarily become friends. Anyways, if I were to move out, I would have to risk losing quite an amount of cash and also, be burdened to find a new tenant. Besides, I would never have the 100% guarantee that the next house would be much better. So, nevermind ler. Be patient for another 1 1/2 years. Then I can say goodbye to them. Yes! So look forward to that day. Bliss.
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Did any of you guys read the "People" column, "Star Two" section of the Star Newspaper dated 14th February? It featured the story of a guy from Cheras, who managed to live his Big Apple (New York lah) dream. Woah, from Cheras. Thats not too far from here. If he can do it, why can't I? Someone's going to do it, why not me? =] As I was reading the article, I wondered to myself, what would it be like to live your dreams? To have really huge dreams and indulging your whole senses in it. Heh. So far, what I've planned is only to get a scholarship from either RMIT or LUCCT. Don't know whether possible or not. Believing does not guarentee a scholarship btw, so spare me the "believe" motivation.
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Right now, I've decided, to have, bigger, larger dreams. To really find out what is it like to live it. So, this semester, it's library, library, library. No need to come back during the weekends. Sigh. Talking about not coming back during the weekends really makes me sick in my stomach. Sick as in worried sick. I know my mom needs me during the weekends. I know she needs the company. After all, I am erm...her favourite. Heh. So what to do now? No idea. Wait and see how things goes. I can only wait. Perhaps. =]
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On other things, on Chor Yat, I tried something different for a change. I went and "kau chim" with my mom at a temple in Cheras. Asked the Gods for an insight of whats to come for this year's studies, health and overall stuff and this is what I got.
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I split it into 2 cuz cannot see~
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Ha, so who is this guy backing me up? Is he a datuk? Could it be my dad? Nah, don't think so, he's more of a sleeping dragon than a motivator. Hmm...I wonder. Who could it be?
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She left back to aussie. Take care Ping Ping. Miss ya. Thanks for everything. *hugZ*
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She's about to leave. Take care Tsu Mei. Have fun there and brand does not matter *hehe* *hugz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110849089589742822?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110849089589742822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110849089589742822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110849089589742822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110849089589742822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/02/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110824415498977354</id><published>2005-02-13T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T05:41:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve-VDay thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wah lau, so hot, so warm, so humid. Why like that? I think too many people wearing red, so generating too much heat, resulting in Selangor being too hot. Probably. Either that, or my head is starting to think crap again. Or could it be that people are steAaaming with love that it made the temperature rise. Oh, get a RooMmmm!
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It's a day before tomorrow, today is the eve of Valentine's Day. Big deal, as usual, not celebrating again. Still single. Why am I single? Why still got no kai ma? Where's my kai ma? Quite a few of my friends asked me that. Well, the answer is simple. I have quite a number of weaknesses which I feel that I have to overcome before I start to find someone. It's just something I need to accomplish before I start something else. Hmm...how do I describe it?
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It's like, eating all the yucky food on your plate first before you eat the yummy ones. Like leaving the good stuff at the end. Like arranging a jigsaw puzzle and the last piece completes everything. So right now, the jigsaw puzzle still has missing pieces, the plate is still full of yucky food and there's still many things to do. Many weaknesses to overcome, many stuff to accomplish, many things to think. Not now. Maybe later.
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To those single people out there. Lol. Go celebrate with ur friends. Love isn't just for lovers, it's for friends who sometimes care for each other more than lovers. It's not the end of the world if you are spending every single Valentine's Day alone. Or if you are still single every single Vday. Chill. Relax. Probably you just haven't found that someone. Or that special someone hasn't found you yet.
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Impatient? Can't wait to find that someone? Go date. Go speed dating. Go test the waters and see if its still warm or just right for you =] Think of dating as a huge supermarket where you get to choose what you want. Test it out if you like. And if the goods isn't to your liking. Return it for a full refund. Hehe. How nice if things were that simple.
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Just some thoughts =]
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone. *hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110824415498977354?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110824415498977354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110824415498977354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110824415498977354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110824415498977354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/02/eve-vday-thoughts.html' title='Eve-VDay thoughts'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110330693958652448</id><published>2005-02-12T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T05:03:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Relations for the Word "FUCK"</title><content type='html'>Today's post will be about a word which needs no introduction to the current syllabus of our lingo dictionary. A word which strikes terror to the heart of the elite people. A word so intense, it makes parents *gAsP* at the slight utter of it. A word, frequently used as a full stop, adjective, and can even be used as an ice-breaker. Mention it a the dinner table and spoons will fly immediately, followed by a *gASp*. That word is..."FUCK".
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The word "fuck" is derived from the german word "fricken" which means to strike. Over the years, it was given a make over and "fuck" was borned. Now there are many different versions of fuck. Some like to refer it as fark, while some others like to suggest the word fuck by saying fcuk which by the way, is the short form for FOO CHUK* [an ingredient used in bak kut teh] or the brand name French Connection United Kingdom. Some like the plain version of fuck which is of course, FUCK, while others prefer taking the 'c' away. Whatever the version of fuck we use, it all carries the same meaning which is none other than "to perform an act of sexual intercourse"
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What do we understand with the term, sexual intercourse? Isn't it a union of 2 souls in an act of making love? So what is so bad about making love? Making love means making life as eventually, you get pregnant and plus minus 9 months later, a baby is born. Isn't that a beautiful thing? It is, isn't it? So to describe such a beautiful act, the word "fuck" is used. So why *gasP* at the slight mention of the word? Should we not embrace "fuck" rather than feel repulsed at it? Should we NOT? Make sense doesn't it?
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You know what I think? I think we should use the word "fuck" more often than anything else when it comes to praising people. At weddings, birthdays, happy occasions. We should even greet all newly weds "fuckers" because they will make love and make life in the future. So say it LOUD, say it PROUD! FUCK YOU!
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p/s : if this has offended people, sorry lor. Wuz just thinking =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110330693958652448?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110330693958652448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110330693958652448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110330693958652448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110330693958652448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/02/public-relations-for-word-fuck.html' title='Public Relations for the Word &quot;FUCK&quot;'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110788712369964040</id><published>2005-02-09T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T02:35:31.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'> bad START? Or maybe not.</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year everyone. Hopefully this year of the Rooster, I can wake up early, and do things early, and pass up my assignments ON TIME just like the Rooster! Hehe. Hopefully yo.
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On other news, my PC broke down suddenly. It was infected with the "I-just-felt-like-shutting-down-for-no-reason-virus" or the painintheass-virus strand for short. Don't know what happened to it. Was playing Diablo 2 Expansion and it went super lag after the game. Prompted my dad who wanted to use my comp to restart the comp and it never did finish restarting. It just kept on restarting and restarting and restarting like those Duracell bunny rabbit ads. Keeps on going and going and going. Annoying little PC of mine.
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A week before college reopens and the PC had to treat me like this. Could this be a sign? I mean, it's on CNY eve. I don't know. I am quite supersitious you know. Could this mean that this would be a rough start? Or could it be that I will be PC-challenged this semester? Hmmm...over reactive imagination starting to kick in. With the PC gone, it wasn't that bad after all. I had time to myself to recollect and plan what to do. As usual, there were many things left undone. It's still many many steps away before I reach my utopian door. Many many steps. =)
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Other lesser depressing news, I visited the dentist yesterday and the good ol' doc said that my wisdom tooth has to go. Apparently, my top left wisdom tooth is growing sideways and my bottom left one is jammed under the gums. I was like..."urgh, this isn't happening" The only scene jammed inside my head right now, was when the dentist shook his head while examining me. He was fingering me and he shook his head. Thanks for consoling me doc. I needed that.
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Then the doc proceeded to prescribe me with this and that and that I needed to get an x-ray. Goodness, the whole check up went by so fast, it was a blur. I could hardly have the time to digest what the doc said and by the time I knew it, *wham* I was outside of the clinic with mom. *wind breeze* Felt stoned. Was kind of shaken up about the fact that I need to go under the knife or is it the drill or whichever, I don't like it neither did I like what the doc said. 
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In the end, I wasn't satisfied so I went to get a second opinion from a General Practioner (G.P.) His delivery of words were much more comforting. This doc said that I need not operate until it posed a serious problem cuz right now, I don't feel any pain or any discomfort, just that I keep on chewing on my left cheek. So I'll chew slowly, I thought to myself, big deal. I don't need to lose my wisdoms just cuz I chew too fast. *phew* so thats settled. I get to keep my wisdom.
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*do any of u computer genius know how to treat my PC problem?
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*will I get stupid after taking out my wisdom tooth? Cuz I feel it added more braincells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110788712369964040?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110788712369964040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110788712369964040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110788712369964040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110788712369964040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/02/bad-start-or-maybe-not.html' title=' bad START? Or maybe not.'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110771753411968709</id><published>2005-02-07T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T03:22:43.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncanny longing</title><content type='html'>This is exceptionally weird, an uncanny emotion felt at this moment. I miss the long sleepless nights in Cyberia. To those uninformed, Cyberia is the name of the residential area where I'm staying at. A place cut off from the outside world, yet still in the network. 
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Well, yeah, it's 2:49 a.m. in the morning and I look around my house. The very same house where I spent 19 years of my life growing up. I feel a longing sense of travelling back to cyberia and reliving the very lifestyle I hated so much. What sort of lifestyle I'm talking about? Pretty much a routined one. Get out of bed, go college, study, come back, study, dinner, study, sleep, and back to square one.
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Perhaps, this is not such an unfamiliar feeling after all. There should be a reasonable explanation to all this. Perhaps, what I miss is not the college, or the food, or the people there, or even my bed but maybe it could be that I was doing something worthwhile. Something worth being called a liking or a passion if you would. Or perhaps, what I miss the most is my independance. 
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It's hard to describe what I'm really trying to say.
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I miss the nights listening to my winamp, tuning in to "ambient chill" on the internet radio.
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I miss walking to the nearby shops and getting myself a "cookies n' cream" ice-cream.
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I miss pushing myself further even though I'm tired.
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I miss turning off the light and working in the dark, with only the computer screen illuminating my surroundings.
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I miss not sleeping all night and notice the bright sun lighting up the room when morning reaches.
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Weird? Yeah, probably its just one of those nights when the moon is just too near earth and I go kind of crazy. Or maybe I just miss the little things. Staying outside, I was in a world of my own. I was far far away from the troubles at Subang home, from all the sighing and unwanted comments, from the flashbacks of recents, from distraction, I was a step closer to my own utopian lifestyle- Minus the cock suckers and bastards whom I live with.
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Yeah, I know...it's just....uncanny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110771753411968709?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110771753411968709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110771753411968709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110771753411968709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110771753411968709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/02/uncanny-longing.html' title='uncanny longing'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110503369273911546</id><published>2005-01-07T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T02:37:03.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Work keeps us from the 3 evils : vice, need and boredom" - Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hah, those are the words of Voltaire. A French philosopher, historian, dramatist and man of letters. Obviously, this Voltaire guy has not worked as a promoter at Parkson Grand before. If he had, he would have awoken from his grave and say ,"and I rephrase..."
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Yeap, gotten myself a job. A promoter for the brand Diadora, earning only a measly amount of RM 3.80 an hour. Luckily the job lasts only for one solid month. I would go insane if it lasted more than a month. There is absolutely nothing to do after the sales period. It's just silly to even work there. I would rather stay at home and sleep rather than sit there and do nothing BUT, it's not so bad after all. I bring my own reading material there to read and basically, I'm being paid to read. How nice of my employers. 
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The music they play is crap. It's as if a winamp hang kei already. Looping and looping and looping. Gosh, it takes tremendous strength to tune the music out and tremendous mental power to stay awake. The environment is cold, with boring music, a place to sit and no one to look at you. It's really really hard to stay awake. The pile of clothes in front of me sometimes appear to be calling out to me.
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"sleep on me kenneth, sleep on me...I know you want to. Come on baby, nobody is going to look. It's just a while. I promise. Sleep on me. Sleep....sSHle..zzzzz"
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Get what I mean? Sigh, this would be the first and the last time I would be working as a promoter at Parkson Grand, Subang Parade. No more, NO MORE. Working there another time would give new meaning to suicide. Speaking of suicide, I think promoters at Parkson have a high suicide rate. You know,...when you are confined to one place, not being able to move much, and nothing to do, your mind starts to wander and soon silly thoughts come to mind. Hmm...it sounds more like a Nazi concentration camp, only thing is its the cleaner and flexible one.
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Sure, there are others like you, you can always speak to other people from the other department but what happens when you run out of topic to talk about? You go back to your department and do nothing. Back to square one. Still, all is not lost, luckily there are friends working nearby. Khaw is at Soda, Chris is at WOS, Karen and Ju at Tumble Tots (get well soon ren), and Ee Juen, Christabel and Hijaz is at Swensens. Not forgetting Ardilla who is at erm, Kenny Rogers or something. Can't remember. So, not too bad ler. If no one teman me there, I'd quit in 3 days time.
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Conclusion is, don't work there. You'd turn insane if there's no sales. If they say they pay you RM 4.00 an hour then tell them that you would pay them RM 4.10 an hour to not work there. Period. Case close. Goodnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110503369273911546?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110503369273911546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110503369273911546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110503369273911546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110503369273911546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2005/01/job-1.html' title='Job #1'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110427960104353750</id><published>2004-12-29T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T08:24:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting</title><content type='html'>Went job hunting with fellow mates, Christopher &amp; Kenneth Khaw. Hunting ground was Sunway Pyramid. Unlike those olden time hunting parties where they had rifles, dogs and rode on horses, we were the dogs, the horses but we had no rifles. We hunted for 'vacancy available' notices on the shop like dogs, walked around like horses but came unarmed when it came to filling out applications. Yes, we did not bring a pen along. 
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Hah, I feel so foolish. This is not the first time I went hunting for jobs. I remember, my first job in 2000, I was prepared. I went to Parade in search for jobs with a few pens in hand, just in case one magically ran out of ink. I even brought passport photos and a stapler! Over the years of being umemployed, I have forgotten the essentials and in today's case, I forgot my common sense.
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We each took turns to enquire for jobs. I was the first, Khaw was the second, and Chris was the third. I was turned down twice, while the others got theirs. SIgh, talk about luck. Darn. There was this once, when it was my turn and we saw an opening at 'Sense'. On the notice, they did not specify whether or not they were hiring females or males but judging from the clothes they were selling; which were all for femalesSSSSS, I was brainwashed to the point of being convinced by fellow no-use hunting mates to enquire bout the job. Goodness, kena embaress siazzz...when I asked them about the job, they looked at me like some sesat male who has lost his common sense.
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I could just read what they were thinking when I asked them. Surely one of them must have thought, "Ta ma de, lei mong mong har laaa. Ngor dei mai mat yeh arrr? CHiu~" Translation- "%^%#@, you loook around la. What are we selling? Tsk" Sigh, I cannot believe that I have lost my common sense. Have u guys seen them? Darn mates, don't want to listen to u all already.
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For those who are looking for jobs in Sunway Pyramid. A majority of shops are looking for full-timers. With no experience in retailing, you can expect a RM 700 basic salary excluding commission. With experience, expect an increase of RM 200 ~ RM300. Shifts are almost the same, from 10 a.m. till 7 p.m. and 12 p.m. till 10 p.m. Minimum wages per hour are RM 4.00 ~ RM 5.00. All salary stated have not been deducted by SOSCO and EPF. Disclaimer: salary stated are correct at time of enquiry and may change with or without notice. In plain english, dun look for me if u get lower rates!
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As for me, I filled up a couple of apps for i.d.x, G2, and top shop. Now I would just have to wait. Whether or not they wanto hire me is entirely up to them. Giving up the chance to hire such a plesant personality with the willingness to learn and has an arsenal of lame jokes complimented with self charm would be their LOSS. NO biggie for me. Darn you shop managers! Either way, chances of being hired are slim. Most of them want people with assets. When I mean assets, I meanNN 'assets'. Hah. I dun have any bodily material value or usefulness.
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All is not lost fellow readers, while searching for jobs, I stumbled across a competition organized by 'Radioactive'. First prize is USD 1k. Thats RM 3.8k or 3 months worth of work. Hah. Wish me luck! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110427960104353750?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110427960104353750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110427960104353750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110427960104353750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110427960104353750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/12/job-hunting.html' title='Job Hunting'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110418542584450045</id><published>2004-12-28T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T06:10:25.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junction Twelve</title><content type='html'>Everybody has their own roads in life, leading here and there and the destination is unknown. It was nice to have once again crossed paths with the people who I call, my friends =) Yes, in plain language, I was at a gathering =)
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Mimi threw a gathering at her house which I now refer to as junction twelve. Why junction twelve? Cuz her house number is twelve and the house is like a junction. The word "junction" itself carries the meaning of a place where two or more things come together, the shape or manner in which things come together and a connection is made, and an act of joining or adjoining things. Ha..if u dun believe me, look it up on onelook.com.
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The gathering was really nice and cozy, it left me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside =) I'm glad that it's an annual thing, at least it gives me something to look forward to before I finally call it a year. Playing mafia was the highlight of the night apart from meeting up and telling stories. I am not sure whether did I play a good mafia or not cuz, I can't lie. I Don't think I can lie without faking a smile. I realise, when I lie, I fake a smile and it's rather easy to spot my fake smile. How? My fake smile looks forced and emotionless. In other cases, if I don't look leng chai when I smile, means I'm putting on a fake smile..hah..no la..so far-fetched. 
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Main person in the gathering was none other than Mr. Teo Eng Hong. This fella who is notorious for his wild haircuts, pulled another one this time. He now looks like a person whom u can call "mat rock". Sporting long hair past the shoulders, he walks into the house and flings his head 180 degrees. Successfully dropping no hair on the floor but leaving everyone, especially me, awe-strucked. It was plain shock. This fella here is the same person who asked me to cut my hair when I bumped into him at cyberia and now he is the one with long hair. Hah!!!! Wat the heck.
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Conclusion is, the food was great, the company was excellant, almost got killed by mimi's bf, had a shock and most importantly, we all crossed paths again. To Mimi, if you are reading this, thanks for the invitation and the dinner. It is nice to have seen you and everyone again this time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110418542584450045?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110418542584450045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110418542584450045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110418542584450045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110418542584450045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/12/junction-twelve.html' title='Junction Twelve'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110387276353323180</id><published>2004-12-24T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T15:27:24.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An end.</title><content type='html'>On last Monday night, I was torn between myself and others. I had 2 choices, either I could skip visiting my aunt who was in critical condition and shop for presents for a group of friends which I will be meeting later or I could just go ahead and visit her. Ha...I slapped my forehead and thought, need I even think more? I mean, cannot be so selfish leh and selfish I was not. I decided to visit my aunt in Selayang Hosptial.
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When I first got there, the sight was unbearble. My aunt (my dad's brother's sis), looked so old. She was unconscious, and her skin was darker than I could remember. Beeping sounds from the machine nearby filled the engulfing silence. My eyes were watery. Probably due to the sand in the hospital :]. What my aunt was suffering from was liver failure and no donor was available. I looked at my uncle, not having seen him for almost 2 years or so, he still managed to keep his composure. I thought to myself, if I was anywhere near his position, how would I react? I would not be sure but I know someday, it will be my turn to be in his position as no one lives forever eh?!
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So the next day, my dad got a call from his brother. Bad news. She passed on @ 5 a.m. this morning. Sigh, another person gone in this year alone. That makes a total of 8 deaths,...3 relatives, 4 friends, and a fish. More than I could handle for a year and let the year end peacefully. PLease, no more deaths. =)
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Arriving at my aunt's funeral procession somewhere in SS 25 or somewhere there, I was surprised to see a huge turnout. The small room fit for 30 people overflowed to the courtyard where another huge crowd peeked curiously. It was really good to see that my aunt has touched so many hearts and left footsteps everywhere in her life. Sadly, she was an aunt which I did not have the chance to get to know better. I'm sure, as people grow older, they become better storytellers and have many wonderful stories to share. Perhaps, in another life, I might get to know her better. HArd to say =)
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So, I was looking around, scanned the whole place, and I thought to myself, when it comes to my "turn" (which will be a taoist procession), I DO NOT want an ENLARGED passport photo of myself! Hah, for once and final, I would like my funeral picture to have a candid shot of myself. Could be something funny. Most probably me smiling or laughing. No passport photos which look like mugshots please. As for music, no sombre moody songs please. OKay, so there will be compulsory chinese chantings in the form of songs but after that, put on some RnB, hip hop, new age, trance or whatever. My death does not mean that music has to die with me, you know. Becuz I'm in the creative field, the art field, I shall pass on artfully =) No more traditional wailings and crying at my demise, I would rather entertain guests with a multimedia presentation of my life, the people I knew, the friends I care so much about *you la*, the people I fell in love with =] It's my funeral! Dun care la.
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Okay, so u might ask, who in the world would do this for me? HAha, me of course, if not, someone whom I can trust will do this for me. Either way, I do not want an orthodox funeral procession. Period.~~  COnclusion, life is well...rather short. So, I love every single one of you esp...B-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110387276353323180?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110387276353323180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110387276353323180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110387276353323180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110387276353323180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/12/end.html' title='An end.'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110343874465331805</id><published>2004-12-19T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T14:50:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I hate falling sick, I would rather fall down and scrape my knees, elbows, or any other thing rather than falling sick. Better yet, I would rather fall sickly in love with a girl than to fall sick. Damn. It's so time consuming, not to mention expensive (toilet rolls) and tiring (fatigue). Going to be 2 weeks being sick. Damn. Why must I fall sick during holidays? I wonder was it because I was too busy to get sick previously that I'm compensating it now? Oh, I wonder. I realise that I get unwell easier when I'm relaxed.
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There are like a thousand things I want to do during the holidays. Can't do them now hmm? Or can I? Feel like cleaning the whole house now. Suddenly felt so VERY sick AND TIRED of the condition of the house. All the other occupants want to live in it but don't want to take care of the house. DAmn. Speaking about my brother. Mom and dad are excused but my brother...sigh. No use telling that lazy bum. Only like to mess up the house. It's up to me now. Fine...so I'll clean the house. =)
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On other occasions, I truly embarrassed myself with me, mixing up information I read and telling them out so loudly and confidently. I told Joanne that the voice of Christina Daae played by Emmy Rossum is not hers and that she mimed her part where in actual fact, the real character who mimed her part is Carlotta played by Minnie Driver. Seems that although Minnie is an accomplished singer, with a few albums under her belt, the show called for a real opera singer so they hired someone to mime her part. What is worse than this is that this ghost voice, did not get invited to the premier of the show. Check newspaper "Malay Mail" dated 10th Dec 2004, 'WorldSection'. Anyway, I've learnt my lesson. Get my facts right before I confidently blurt them out. Sigh.
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If I had a billion US dollars. I would make medicine taste better. Put a full range of new meds on the shelves which tastes like chocolate, vanilla and all the other acceptable tastes. Consider this fact really carefully, if medicine tastes like heaven, okay, maybe not like heaven cause everybody would want to get sick purposely..so if medicine tasted a bit better, wouldn't everybody get well faster? And when everybody gets well faster, wouldn't they would be able to be contribute to the society, given the fact that they do contribute to society, and if they consistantly get better and their immune system builds up, we would have much better human beings on earth and wouldn't that make the world a better place to live in? Am I making sense here? Hmm?
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It doesn't end there my fellow blog readers, curing the common cold means, less usage of toilet paper/facial tissue paper. So indirectly, YOU! YEs YOU! FEllow future investors, will be saving the trees needed to produce the tissue paper needed by US common cold victims to blow our noses. YOU are actually providing an opportunity to our grandchildren to witness the beauty of the forest. Isn't that a beautiful thing? *gawd, I'm so teary-eyed right now, I'm sorry...I'm usually like this when I'm passionate, sniFF*
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So, to my fellow future networking partners and to future millionaires/billionaires, invest your money in making medicine taste better and you would do your part in contributing to society. Who knows, you might even get a Datuk-ship for it. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110329015066908075?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110329015066908075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110329015066908075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110329015066908075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110329015066908075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-technology-but-medicine-still.html' title='All the technology but medicine still tastes bad...'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110328842687507712</id><published>2004-12-17T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:07:05.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts needed.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is the situation. An aunt of mine got admitted to the hospital cause she fell down. My mother is very attached to this aunt of mine and well, if anything bad happens...I really don't know what I will do. Now, I request nothing more from the readers of my blog to just spend 10 seconds of your prayer time to just wish my aunt and mother well. Even if you don't pray, it's okay, just think of wishing my aunt and mother well and that will do. 
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Well, aunt, get well soon and mom, cheer up and get out of ur depression soon. Luv ya lots. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110328842687507712?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110328842687507712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110328842687507712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110328842687507712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110328842687507712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/12/thoughts-needed.html' title='thoughts needed.'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-110322263161348601</id><published>2004-12-17T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T03:16:03.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Year Assessment</title><content type='html'>The year is coming to an end real fast and its time to reflect and see how much you have gained and achieved throughout the whole year. I stared forward into the computer screen and I realise how far apart I am with everything. Somewhere along the line, I strayed so very far away from everything else and now it seems so distant in the horizon.
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366 days with countless hours clocked by and I have come to feel that, I have wasted most of it. The seconds spent on lazing around, doing nothing, the minutes spent on plotting revenge, the hours spent on getting hurt physically and emotinally and the days spent on whining at the simplest things. I was not like this back then. What changed me? I wonder. Its amazing of the changes one can experience when his "nest" isn't the ideal place to be. What am I saying? Go figure.  So, let me see. How can I evaluate a whole year.
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In terms of gaining knowledge, I admit, It was not much. What I have now are just the basics. There is just not enough "cheesE" packed up with me to prepare myself for the rat race ahead. On the other hand, it's totally my fault. I mean, if the great Einstein had 24 hours in a day like me and still have his name mentioned by countless people till today, I don't see why I can't achieve something no less greater than that. Yeap, make sense doesn't it. Right now, I can confidently say that I know how to edit sound, edit movies, design a leaflet, model a restaurant, conceptualise ideas, design a poster complete with logos and pictograms, manipulate images and create a promotional CD. The things which I mention are also not in top shape. So , with that, from the scale of 1 to 10, on how much knowledge was gained, I rate it a 6.
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How about emotional experience? Now, as a quick conclusion to those who are curious on whether or not am I single, yes...I am still single. But of course, emotional experience does not cover only relationships. Hmm...let me see. An obvious experience one would be patience. Yeap, patience. Something which I was taught through living away from home. It's like the boot camp for patience over there in cyberjaya. My fault again though cause, in the first place, I did not get to know the people I was about to stay with and I did not choose whom to stay with. I merely followed the group. Very STUPID decision Kenneth! *slaps own forehead* *DuH* So, for the first few months it was fine till somewhere along the year, things changed. What was funny at first changed to supremely annoying and true colors were shown.
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Now I'm gonna devote 2 paragraphs to this cuz I've been staying outside for such a long time. So, as I was saying, its the minor details that gets on my nerves. For example, typing too loudly [*note : fyi, when I sleep, my ears are directly opposite my roommate's keyboard, so all I hear would be "clickety clack"*] and so my patience was put to the test. As for true colors, a certain housemate decided to wage war on me...so bring it on you faggot! Details? Nah, nevermind...am not too proud with wat I did either. Anyway, between 1 to 10, I give myself a 9 for my new patience level. Getting revenge spoiled a perfect 10. HEhe...
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On the physical side however, it's a totally different thing. Been too caught up with coursework that I have and had no time to exercise. My right wrist however, has been over-exercised and now, its shaped like a 'C'. Hah, no la...where got...okay so it does hurt once in a while and a wrist supporter would be great as a birthday present *hint hint* but it's not too bad =) My abs however, remain the same, a cute lil` doughnut. So with tat, I give myself a 9 1/2 for effort, hey..I had my exercise regime planned at the beginning of the year, I just didn't follow it =).
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Conclusion is, kudos to myself for an okay year. Was rough and tough but in the end, the year ends. Get it? It's the end of the year. A fresh start is coming. Much to look forward to. No use evaluting this year. =) *pats on the back* I pulled through this year.
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-110322263161348601?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/110322263161348601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=110322263161348601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110322263161348601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/110322263161348601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/12/final-year-assessment.html' title='Final Year Assessment'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109596846114991798</id><published>2004-09-24T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T15:33:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the line....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something got me thinking recently. It is how far should you go in helping your friends. Okay, here is the scenario. You are listening to your lecturer teaching you stuff about a certain software...say Quarkexpress (a software to make layouts) So, lecturer teaches, bla bla bla...and lecturer asks, "any questions?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*class goes silent*

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then lecturer says, "okay, if no further questions then you all may begin".

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So you are doing your own things and then, your friend (let's call him Abu), asks you a question regarding the software. Being polite, you help him. After showing him one step, Abu asks you to show him the next step, and the next, and the next, and the next....

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, the MAIN question here is...how far should you go in helping him? Now, Abu did not ask the lecturer questions when the lecturer asked the class whether or not there were questions. Instead Abu chose to ask the people next to him which is not only you by the way. There are other people around him but he chose to ask...only you.

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Should you help him from A to Z? Or should u just play dumb and say, "I'm sorry, I don't know" You see, one thing's for sure, you did not pay RM 10k a semester just to be another person's tutor, thats the whole reason why the college employed lecturers.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The whole scenario above happened to me and its really a tough question to how far you should help someone. What I failed to mention is Abu's attitude. See, in my opinion , when u help someone, he or she has to be genuinely in need of help and show some signs of progress from your help. In Abu's case, his need of help was doubtful as we have been learning the software for a total of 6 weeks and his progress was nil. BASIC stuff which has been crystal clear all this while seemed foreign to Abu and whenever you ask Abu, "do you understand?" he would show you his blur look which is beyond your comprehension.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Abu wears specs by the way, so it would be a face whereby the specs is resting on the bridge of the nose, accompanied by sleepy drowzy eyes and a wide open gaping mouth with thick lips to highlight the wideness of his mouth. So no matter how simple you explain to him, you would eventually get that face looking at you and nothing else. Another question arises,"is it worth your time and energy, helping him?" There are many things to consider like,
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is your friend, so you should help him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but he doesn't show any signs of progress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;still, he is a friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but I don't know him that well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;still, he is a friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but he's asking me to do all the work!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so....what I did was...I helped him far enough to get him to the next step and left my seat. It didn't end though. He waited for me to get back to my seat before firing me with a barrage of questions. So I really wonder. Why does he keep picking on me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109596846114991798?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109596846114991798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109596846114991798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109596846114991798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109596846114991798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/crossing-line.html' title='Crossing the line....'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109594200965099910</id><published>2004-09-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T20:20:09.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still no tenant for the hse in cheras. The only tenant who was interested settled for a single storey hse on the same street as the one on let. *sigh* So now, the house is practically empty. Please. I hope someone rents the hse soon. I don't wanna shift there...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109594200965099910?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109594200965099910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109594200965099910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109594200965099910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109594200965099910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/troubled.html' title='Troubled...'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109583518340866636</id><published>2004-09-22T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T14:39:43.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/1393/640/Cheras.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/1393/400/Cheras.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheras &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109583518340866636?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109583518340866636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109583518340866636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109583518340866636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109583518340866636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/cheras.html' title=''/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109583408406072280</id><published>2004-09-22T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T14:40:39.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedback...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So people, as I was saying. I thought of revamping my whole blog. From the content right down to the design. Any suggestions? Suggestions as in what would you want to see on my blog instead of my usual rantings and etc which I find is rather bland and boring. Sorry, I have this bad habit of frequently criticising my stuff no matter how good it is. So yeah, feel free to give suggestions. The image or theme which I'm going for is something for everyone to read about, something which keeps you coming for more, and stuff like that.

Do you want to know what I do in multimedia? Or do you wanto see loads of pictures? Or do u just want to know about what I do in my daily life. I'm always looking for something new, not that I lose interest easily, just that I want the things I like doing (like blogging) to have the very best outcome. No laa, I'm not extremely competitive just want to be outstanding.

Oh and before I end this post, can you all please help me fwd this image to everyone you know? I have this house in Cheras and I need to find a tenant soon.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109583408406072280?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109583408406072280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109583408406072280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109583408406072280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109583408406072280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/feedback.html' title='Feedback...'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109583378493828535</id><published>2004-09-22T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T14:16:24.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm...I look at my blog and it's so boring. So people. I'm gonna revamp it sometime soon. Give it something to do with designing. Since I'm so interested in 3D, I'll make this blog site truly dedicated to 3D. It's gonna be enuff about me. Or should it be about me? Okay okay, hmm...cannot decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inner Ken, "why not make it about u and 3D?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hah...ya...will do, will do&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people, will be taking a short break from blogging.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109583378493828535?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109583378493828535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109583378493828535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109583378493828535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109583378493828535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109433151775160708</id><published>2004-09-05T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T04:58:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock thingy</title><content type='html'>Added some clock thingy on the mouse behaviour. The alignment seems out though. Ah, lazy...next week only go and fix it. Just finished researching. Clicked on too many webpages, eyes watery right now. Am I gonna graduate with binoculars for glasses? Hmm...I hope not. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On going project right now would be 3D Modeling. I'm supposed to choose a food stall from college and remodel everything to my liking. So far, I sort of know what I want to put inside. Haven't really decided on a specific theme nor a specific stall yet but it would have a contemporary style in it. The shoplot of course would be a corner lot and the wall either on the right or left would have a huge wallpaper of a sunset by the beach. On the floor would be spotlights focused on the sunset. On the ceiling would be a spiral accent lighting. There'd be a bamboo fountain nearby and I'm thinking of putting some designs on the floor or just leave it a dark finishing. What I'm trying to achieve here is a shop where people can retreat from urbanization and just chill and relax. So, the main focus would have to be the wallpaper and the floors need to be in a dark finishing so as to really bring customers to the feeling of a real sunset. Manage to obtain a 1024 x 768 resolution picture of a sunset in a Hawaii beach. Just need to edit out the copyright thing. Haha...hopefully nobody catches me.  It's all in sketching now. Hopefully it wouldn't look so cluttered when I model it out. Btw, to those who would like to know what software I'm using for modeling, it's Lightwave 8.0. Latest version. Yay. Cheers to Lightwave!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109433151775160708?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109433151775160708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109433151775160708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109433151775160708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109433151775160708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/clock-thingy.html' title='Clock thingy'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109429221122645486</id><published>2004-09-04T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T18:03:31.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sized down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel so small. Watching how extraordinary other people's designs can get makes me feel so lost...like a paramesium in a wide wide engulfing ocean. Hmmm...makes me realise where I stand at the moment. Not square 1 but square 'negative 100' Haha, no la...not tat far oso...getting there, getting there but I'm very impatient. I want it to be instant. Wish that the 'put the book under the pillow' technique really worked. U know? The technique where u put a book which u want to read under ur pillow and sleep over it. The next morning, you would have all the knowledge from the book inside your brain. It's a reverse osmosis technique. Or better still, if Doraemon was alive. He would be able to give me that bread which u have to press it agains a page and the words will get imprinted there. Then in order for the info to stick in ur head, you would havto consume the bread. Huahahha, well, a guy can dream rite?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109429221122645486?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109429221122645486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109429221122645486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109429221122645486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109429221122645486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/09/sized-down.html' title='Sized down'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109427917558617793</id><published>2004-09-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T14:31:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..inspired?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Highlight of the day? Visiting the Cyberjaya Digital Video Competition (CDVC) showcase at MMU. Wasn't really a showcase for CDVC but more like a showcase of works done by foreign people. MAnn...it was very vERY interesting n' inspiring. I strongly recommend everyone to watch. There was this short film about a polluted world where humans are headless. I'm guessing cuz it was the effects of pollution. So this french guy has got 2 tickets to a ball and he decides to invite the girl of his dreams to go watch with him. Now, this girl of his dreams, has a head and a french guy without a head makes him feel less than his girl. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, french guy goes to a shop to buy a head. He goes on trying several heads and some fit but with flaws and some don't fit . Main reason it couldn't fit was cuz he couldn't have any facial expressions...probably the nerves are not compatible. Different OS kua...haha...and so, he finally got one perfect head. They didn't show him trying the head on until the final part where he arrives in the restaurant to meet his date. French guy arrives, sees his girl, his heart flutters and looks for the WC. in the WC, he fits his head and tries to smile. Eureka! It works! And so, he starts to laugh, smile, wink and perform all sort of facial expressions but he was disappointed when he adjusted his bow tie. WHy? Becuz the head which he got didn't match the color of his skin. His skin color was white but his head was black. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Awwww....disappointed, he detached his head and looked at the mirror again. Walking out headless (*literally) , he musters his courage and approaches his girl. The moment the girl saw french guy, her eyes glittered and she smiles widely. I could see french guy relieved of his tension and proceeded to take the seat opposite her. He took out the tickets and showed it to her and both their hands met. She squeezed his hand, he squeezed her hand and the ending? They both strolled out of the restaurant, hand in hand....walking to the ball. So sWeet~ Punch line was, you just havto be urself to get the girl. Haha...meaningful. V.nice! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mind you, this was just one of the many *chun-ted* stuff I saw during the showcase. It was from 4 - 6 p.m. Yay, 2 hours of sheer joy. Yes, I get overjoyed watching animations and short films. Weird? Nah. Passionate? Yes =) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;From 6 p.m. onwards, it was MMU student showcase, they show student works which I must say is quite good. Another close competitor in multimedia. Apart from LUCCT and The One Academy. To those who are interested in taking up a multimedia course or art course and need more information. I'd be glad to answer any of ur questions ^_^. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109424394942312107?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109424394942312107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109424394942312107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109424394942312107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109424394942312107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109372524353572830</id><published>2004-08-29T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T04:34:03.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One stEp at a time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I start, lemme say,"HapPY belaTEd birthDAy bEatrice!" and "happY bIrtHday Shie Ping!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Got my ticket to entering competitions like Nokia First Shot and Cyberjaya Digital Video Competition (CDVC). Not exactly a ticket but more like a camcorder! Yes. A camcorder. Spent bout 1.7 K for it and I think I it was a good bargain. For those interested in seeing what sort of camcorder I got, go here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/sg/products/camcorder/digitalupright/vp_d103i.asp"&gt;http://www.samsung.com/sg/products/camcorder/digitalupright/vp_d103i.asp&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;While I was at Fotokem asking for camcorders, apparently, the salesperson was someone who wanted to go to LimKokWing. Ha, small world? Hmm...I guess. He (Shawn) already paid for the registration fees but at last, couldn't attend college cuz he couldn't afford the fees. Sigh, why does education in LimKokWing come with such a high cost? Seriously, LUCCT really charges a lot and it doesn't live up to the chinese saying "yat fan chin yat fan for", pardon my romanized version. Hmm...maybe I'd establish my own college/uni/uni coll sometime in the future and set it up right beside LimKokWing. Hmm??? How bout that? I'd show people the true meaning of "yat fan chin yat fan for" and give them good quality education. Not only that, I'd charge less for parking! Yes! LEss! Not counting by the hour like stupid LUCCT. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway, bumped into Carolyn at Sunway. OMg, she's still gorgeous I tell ya' Gorgeous~. Seriously, if I'd havto pick out a Miss Universe, I'd pick her. Lol. Noo...don't be silly, I'm not in love wit her just in awe. You know how you guys worship your favourite celebrities and such. Yeah, same here. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Got losta stuff to do yet I still find myself lazing around, doing idle stuff. I have passion for arts but no will power. Tragic case. So,..does anyone have extra will power to spare? Maybe you could inspire me. Or maybe I just need a girlfriend. Or....I could just have &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inner ken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kick my arse off and on. Whatever it maybe I keep telling myself not to stray away from the designated path and always always try my best to remind myself about the phrase, &lt;strong&gt;"Why not you"&lt;/strong&gt; Yes,... &lt;strong&gt;"Why not me"&lt;/strong&gt; To those who don't know, that phrase is the most inspirational phrase which I have encountered so far. I even made my own wallpaper about it. I just wished I had all the ads about it. Unfortunately, I can't find it. Tried searching for it online and only manage to get a wallpaper. Anyone know where I can find the ad? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, it's been a long day and I'm gonna retire now. Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- added snow
- added transition 
- pachelbel canon midi uploaded
- new colors &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ok...seems a bit cluttered though....I don't like the design.
Soon I'll upload my own image. Currently using another person's creations and oso will write my own html...haha....html kinda copied off ppl's blog. YES! PlagarIZE!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109315922671001425?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109315922671001425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109315922671001425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109315922671001425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109315922671001425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-additions.html' title='New Additions...'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109314943324743537</id><published>2004-08-22T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T12:37:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Osh...dunno wat to say. Been kind of a rough half year for me...and there's so much I wanto tell those who are close to me but I don't know where to start. Either way...I think its best to leave it as it is and keep it buried unless people ask ler. Its not nice to hold on to the past, esp if it isn't a nice one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;College suCKs sometimes, it always involves money. If not that, then it involves buying equipment. Is multimedia all about money and buying equipment? DAmmit. Apparently, I have to buy a camcorder with at least 3.0 megapixels with dunno wat other specifications. Camcorders don't cost cheap you know. If I want to buy one, I might as well buy one for keeps not just for the sake of buying so I need to fork out at least close to 1.5k +. Last semester, luckily I inherited a SLR camera from my late uncle. If not....have to use another 1k to buy a camera. DAmmit. CUrses. Why didn't I strike a jackpot? They say money isn't everything but to me, right now...it does. I wouldn't need to worry about money back when I was in secondary school. Ahh, how I wish I could go back to secondary school or maybe venture to "Neverland" and not worry about grown up stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Don't you all agree? I mean. See, back in primary/secondary school, did we need to worry about college stuff? Bout our body weight,? Bout wat clothes to wear? No, right? Well, maybe but ha...I don't know bout you guys, I still think primary/secondary school days beats the current one I'm having anytime! Aihz...need to upgrade computer summore. Anyone want to buy me 1 GB of RAM for my birthday next year? HAha...to those good frens of mine who want to buy me something nice for my birthday~~~ Don't need to get me soft toys, or shirts or fancy underwears...haha...get me computer upgrades and softwares! Ah, I don't mind pirated softwares. Hoho, better still...get me a workstatioN! Ahah...just need to get 10,000 people to pay RM1 each and then I can get a workstation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Inner Ken, "its just one of those days, please ignore him. Kenneth wants everything, from A~Z but isn't it better if he just works hard for it? THough there are genius' out there, hard woRK will surpass a genIus! Don't you think so Kenneth? Hmm? HMmMMm???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Inner Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;has a point. -hard work will surpass a genius- YOSH! GanbAtte neH! Orrrrreyaaaaa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;burns in the background while Kenneth clenches his fists*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Aihz...nuff` drama. Going back to cyberjaya later. Every week I come back only to see my not so optimistic and lively mom. Aihz....every week also like tat. I slog 5 days a week only to come home to this sort of stuff. Might as well I don't come back......but cannot worrr...if I don't come back, things might get worse? AIhz...how leh? Come back or don't come back. Come back like this. Don't come back...dunno how...~~~ &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inner Ken, "he'll be fine. Don't need to worry about him..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109314943324743537?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109314943324743537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109314943324743537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109314943324743537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109314943324743537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109309178107376238</id><published>2004-08-21T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T20:36:21.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Finally, I'm back in blogging. I thought I forgotten my username and password but in actual fact, I didn't. The MACs in college cannot access blog, tricking me into thinking that I had forgotten my password and username which in fact, I didn't. I'm NOT TAT ForGetful u know! I can still remember the password, its ***********. See, I remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, does anyone know how to put the comment box at the end of a blog post? If u do, please tell me how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;College is a blast. Now learning softwares. So in my future designs, you would be seeing improvements compared to last time. Stuff I did for u guys before August `04 is done by learning the software myself...= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You know, I never thought learning softwares would be this much fun. Haha...yes, I know. I'm darn weird. My eyes not only glitter when I see someone modeling in lightwave or designing something on the computer but I even get butterflies in my stomach whenever I see the past students works. U know that sort of feeling that you get when your adrenaline rushes? Yes? No? Ha...maybe its only me. The weirdest thing is that I get goosebumps if u show me a work which is very very good and done by someone I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Inner Ken, "Kenneth is very passionate about art, unfortunately, he lacks the willpower to train himself."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Aihz, I'm lazy at times okayYY? Gimme a break okay? I'm turning over a new leaf already okaY? Got passion and will power oredi okAyYYY!!!! 0_o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, I'll end here. Nitez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109309178107376238?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109309178107376238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109309178107376238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109309178107376238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109309178107376238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/08/silly-me.html' title='Silly me....'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109137912122636935</id><published>2004-08-02T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T01:09:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;LAst post for now. Don't know when I'll be posting again. Will be leaving for cyberjaya later in the day and there's no internet there cept for college. So, bye ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;p/s: Don't take Inner Ken seriously, he's just part of my conscience...and NoOO, I do not have split personalities...thank you v.much Gracie~ &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thought for the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T OVEREAT PRUNES! THe ResuLT ----&gt; Excessive lOSs of flUid a.k.a pangsai too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109137912122636935?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109137912122636935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109137912122636935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109137912122636935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109137912122636935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/08/bye.html' title='bye~'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109122812165744296</id><published>2004-07-31T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T06:55:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where there's dust, there's....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Yes....still cleaning...and while I was cleaning....I was left traumatized...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;eiyerrrrrr...the leg was still twitching mann...sick @!#$%* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Inner Ken, "don't ask me...I don't know what he's talking about"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109122812165744296?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109122812165744296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109122812165744296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109122812165744296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109122812165744296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/07/where-theres-dust-theres.html' title='Where there&apos;s dust, there&apos;s....'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109121347330730886</id><published>2004-07-31T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T03:27:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and suddenly, the whole house was a time capsule.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;It's 2:45 a.m. and I'm cleaning the house. Yes, you didn't hear me wrong...me, clean house, now. Taking a break.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Suddenly, the whole house was like a time capsule. &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uncovered many things while cleaning. Stumbled upon some of my early drawings. Some have turned yellow, others still in good condition. The drawings aren't recent by the way. It was drawn when I was very very small, about ahh...can't remember. 2...3 years old I think. Haha...guess that pretty much contributed to where I am now...in the art field. Some of the drawings damn silly I tell you. Really brings back memories...haha...in an emo mood rite now.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Besides uncovering my hillarious small kid doodles/drawings. I also uncovered the stuff which my mom did for me when I was small. One of which is an A4 paper which has my first semester timetable and which day had which subject written on it using marker pen. Right beside the days had small notes written. It was written "wake up extra early - lunch" and "Tuesday/Friday - lunch". I was just holding the paper, smiling. It might mean nothing to others but it meant the world to me.

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then there were the letters she wrote to the class teacher cuz I was not feeling well, &lt;strong&gt;a poem &lt;/strong&gt;(something she compose), the other fake letters which she wrote for me cuz I was too lazy to go to school, and baby pictures of myself. Really made me cherish my mom for what she's done for me. All the effort poured in for me....*thanks moM* I hope you go back to ur normal self.

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Inner Ken,"Ma lou, your mom do so much for u and what have u done for her ar? Ur studies oso not like dam yeng oso. HoR? Girlfriend oso dun hav, wat the hell man...she wanto carry ur children wan u know? U knoWWWW??? Use ur blain!! ur bLaiNnn!!! Although u treat her nice ar but u think enuff mehHH? Chiuuuuu. Do more things ler like get scholarship arr, get good grades arrr, get gf with big backside arrr (optional) and wat else? AHh...like tat la for now~~~"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Aihz...for myself to scold myself...is so embaressing. Sorry for the crude language. Inner Ken has a tendency to get carried away and is too straight forward. Hmmm...uI, I.K. (Inner Ken), u think I haven't notice meh? Why u think I'm cleaning the whole house by myself right now when I could be sleepinG? I just want H.Q. (Mom) to live nicely in the house. I'm trying my best okaY? So gimme a break.~
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inner Ken,"jorrrr...giving ur best is not enuff okAy? Always push urself further! FUrtherRRR I sayyy" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kay, he has a point. OOkayy...time to go back and clean the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109121347330730886?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109121347330730886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109121347330730886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109121347330730886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109121347330730886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-suddenly-whole-house-was-time.html' title='...and suddenly, the whole house was a time capsule.'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109113043086799928</id><published>2004-07-30T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:04:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man man lei...em sai kap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;pHew...finally I decided on a template which I liked. AFter much browsing at blogskins.com, it finally brewed down to anime...again. So sien. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, today marks the first step for me to write my own html codes. Yes, I'm a multimedia student who is html challenged. Aiyoo...lecturer not yet teach mee laaaa. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Inner Ken says, "cheh! All excuses, lecturer not yet teach u, u can learn urself wan maaa..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Okay, okay..fine...so I'll teach myself. So one step at a time...man man lei~ em sai kap...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I.K. (Inner Ken), "fAst arrrrr...wat u mean man man leI? Cheh, u lazy say so laaaaa...bodo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Woi enuFF arrr!&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Hoho...anyway, found something interesting in the newspapers today. If u all read today's newspapers, it seems tat doing homework harms a child's growth. Apparently, Malaysians spend an average of 3.8 hours on homework and homework should be banished until the Form 3 or so said Aussie principals. DArn those aussies...couldn't they make their comments wayyYy back then?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;So, I'll be starting college back on Monday, really can't wait cuz fencing would be starting this semester. Yay. Fencing. But, fencing wasn't my first choice, kickboxing was. Of course, kickboxing sounds so much more fun than being in tights rite? But wat to dooo..haha...dun wanna make H.Q. (parents) unhappy soo mai settle for second choice lor&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; 





&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109113043086799928?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109113043086799928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109113043086799928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109113043086799928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109113043086799928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/07/man-man-leiem-sai-kap.html' title='Man man lei...em sai kap'/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109104275297473294</id><published>2004-07-29T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:09:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/1393/640/WHY_NOT_YOU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/1393/400/WHY_NOT_YOU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;A previous creation for myself. Was inspired by the Guinness Ad of "Why Not You". Very inspirational&amp;nbsp;ad. =)&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;-E x i&amp;nbsp;L e d-&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;


&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776029-109104275297473294?l=kenstheme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/feeds/109104275297473294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776029&amp;postID=109104275297473294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109104275297473294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776029/posts/default/109104275297473294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenstheme.blogspot.com/2004/07/previous-creation-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>E x i | e d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599975828374168857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776029.post-109104180106936851</id><published>2004-07-29T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:12:34.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then, There Was Research -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And then, I was stumped... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hmm...does anyone know how to make ur own blog template?&amp;nbsp;Please do tell me. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Issit use dreamweaver? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Can I upload flash files?&lt;/span&gt; 
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&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;That means mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e research right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know, I was never interested in bloggin before. I was more of a blog reader than a blogger. So why start now? No&amp;nbsp;idea....but either way, good ler....at least I can post some designs here. At the same time, I can also promote myself..haha. Had a really pleasant surprise today. It appears that I have a fan! Yes! You heard me. A fan! Hah. Someone who's interested in my designs. To tell u the truth. I'm &lt;strong&gt;neVeR &lt;/strong&gt;satisfied with my artworks, be it small or great. There's always a small flaw somewhere in the design which I tend to notice later and that irritates me...like a prick poking my behind continously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hoho...before I end, let me remind myself of something.&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was checking some of my&amp;nbsp;friend's pages in Friendster and I stumbled on something. It was a gruesome discovery I tell ya' Gruesome! Hah, not to mention downright cheap (IMHO) What pic is that? CAn't tell la of course but it certainly made my nostrils flaRE! HOhO....now I'm more determined than ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"urm...to do wat?" said Inner Ken (my inner self)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o prove to someone something. To make it clear that it was a wrong thing to do. Its your loss! NOt mine! GRrrrrrr~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, the time now is 3:00 a.m. Nope...don't feel sleepy or tired at all but nevertheless I need to sleep. My sleeping pattern changed liao. From p.m. to a.m.&lt;/span&gt; 


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