<?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-4205887921315834155</id><updated>2012-02-06T04:22:30.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inexplicably farcical expressionisms</title><subtitle type='html'>rubbish is what rubbish knows....rubbish~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5106430814447705338</id><published>2010-11-03T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:42:13.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Things That Made Me Go Whoopssss!!!</title><content type='html'>Well here goes nothing, it's been so long since I blogged, so much so that I don't even remember where all the buttons for posting and short-cut keys and high-tech I.T shit go! Seriously! If you noticed, there was a previous post that was completely empty....and No, I wasn't trying to be cute by "accidentally" doing it....I literally accidentally (eh? literally accidentally - doesn't sound quite right, but whatev!) posted it! seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyhoos, leaving that aside....things have been rather busy lately, what with work and all (yeay! I can finally use that phrase!!), but I guess I just haven't had the "inspiration" to write...until now!&lt;br /&gt;It's not that things have been mundane, in fact, there have been many blog worthy moments this past few months...what with the babies, the crying, the first on-call experience, my infamous post-call self, the stoning, never forgetting the serious to god orange baby, more babies, annoying sick kids, more babies and last but not least the babies coming out of the vajayjays....whoooops!! yeah, I typed that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, life has not been mundane! The only remotely regrettable thing is that I probably have no life outside of work....scrap that....I probably have "little" life outside of work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this entry is really not work related, let's just say I was just "inspired" tonight...thanks to a certain someone. If you are reading this, and I hope you are....THANKSSSS!! U da best!!! My stalker mode is SO ON! hahaha.....I'm guessing this doesn't look so good to anyone else except you and I but heck it! I'm guessing no one else reads this rubbish anymore!! wahahhaa....gilaness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to being serious, non-crazy self, it's been a while since I've felt this way...experience tells me to approach with caution, but then again, being cautious doesn't mean abstinence right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5106430814447705338?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5106430814447705338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5106430814447705338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5106430814447705338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5106430814447705338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-things-that-made-me-go-whoopssss.html' title='Of Things That Made Me Go Whoopssss!!!'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-4788824040844549970</id><published>2010-11-03T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:20:48.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-4788824040844549970?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/4788824040844549970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=4788824040844549970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4788824040844549970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4788824040844549970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8723261011968610990</id><published>2010-06-24T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:17:57.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Change....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/TCM-zqVdslI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bzrljV82eYw/s1600/DSCN2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/TCM-zqVdslI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bzrljV82eYw/s320/DSCN2389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486297828325962322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhh.....the blog is so bright now...&lt;br /&gt;there's a degree of eye pain no?? I'm not so sure about the layout yet, so it might change in weeks to come....&lt;br /&gt;other than that....i'm a little bit too lazy to type any more stuff....had a looooooong nap....lazyness...now i understand the appeal of my new nephew's life.....eat, sleep, pooop, HAPPY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8723261011968610990?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8723261011968610990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8723261011968610990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8723261011968610990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8723261011968610990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2010/06/of-change.html' title='Of Change....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/TCM-zqVdslI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bzrljV82eYw/s72-c/DSCN2389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-4759800009022899181</id><published>2010-06-21T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:53:41.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Singapore Revisited....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/TB7MDT51e-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/dPWzNpf6JFs/s1600/DSCN2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/TB7MDT51e-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/dPWzNpf6JFs/s320/DSCN2346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485045753438370786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World; meet Marcus Chong Jun Khai....*yes, it's the same Khai.... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw first hand when the fascination over boobies start in man....&lt;br /&gt;man as in mankind....seriously, think about it, boy, girl, men, women, gay, lesbian or straight...we all love boooooobs......lemme make my point clearer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as infants, boy or girl....short of having the joy of incontinence, mommies boobies are the best 2 things in the world!! one of the basic survival skills in infants is the rooting reflex or the suckling reflex....it's inborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now as for men.....well, i think there's no explanation necessary here eh?? from size, site, shape, consistency to perkiness *sheeesh....this is exactly how we were taught to describe a lump in medical school.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women, well, i think secretly all women are obsessed with booobs...either their own or other on others....i have sat thru enuff chick flicks with my sisters to know what goes on when a women stands in front of her mirror when she thinks noone is watching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the gays....the gays admire a pair of boobs by same characteristics as the straight man but somehow it brings different meaning as compared to the straight man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesbians.....yeasshhh...lesbians loooooveee women......*wink wink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for straight men....well let's put it this way....all straight men wish in their hearts of heart (which most women will think lies in their ding dong) that all women are lesbians....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-4759800009022899181?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/4759800009022899181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=4759800009022899181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4759800009022899181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4759800009022899181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2010/06/of-singapore-revisited.html' title='Of Singapore Revisited....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/TB7MDT51e-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/dPWzNpf6JFs/s72-c/DSCN2346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-3092472082184980896</id><published>2010-06-15T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:34:42.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of The Things People Say....</title><content type='html'>Looking back, I realize I've spent so much of my time worrying and caring about the things people say...&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I can't help but see how naive I was, believing in words from the mouths of strangers disguised as close confidantes...&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I wonder how, in the first place, did I ever contemplated a bond that would never have fit me...&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, the answers were there, right in front of me...they were all things people say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-3092472082184980896?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/3092472082184980896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=3092472082184980896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/3092472082184980896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/3092472082184980896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2010/06/of-things-people-say.html' title='Of The Things People Say....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-6120085680705992224</id><published>2010-05-29T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:41:43.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of The Return....</title><content type='html'>It's been many months, countable months but you guys know how I am with math....&lt;br /&gt;I guess many of you aren't checkin' in anymore, which is in itself a blessing, there's a peace here and here is where I can speak my piece!&lt;br /&gt;For many things have transpired over these many months, some sad, some heartbreaking, some nonchalant, some utterly devastating, some gruesomely exciting, some simply put a huge smile on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am now, returned, refurbished, excited for the future, yet timid over the inevitable!&lt;br /&gt;With renewed hope, I'm definitely leaving something, someone behind, discarding off your baggage!&lt;br /&gt;I find myself rejoiced that I am no longer a student, only to reminded by the recurrent chant that people in my profession do not quit being a student!&lt;br /&gt;At least for now, after 5 long years, I've achieved one of my dreams, my goals in life! It's been a rough journey, people always say, your college/uni life is your best life ever! But they neglect to tell you that jumbled into all those wholesome best-ty-ness is a whole bunch of other bitchiness and drama! Nevertheless, good things, GREAT things have happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now I guess...another chapter begins...time to get tied down with new baggage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-6120085680705992224?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/6120085680705992224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=6120085680705992224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/6120085680705992224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/6120085680705992224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-return.html' title='Of The Return....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5800980862871716775</id><published>2010-01-30T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:19:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Unexpected Things....</title><content type='html'>They say you find the most unexpected things when you don't go looking for it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say things happen for a reason;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say sometimes it's just not meant to be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say love happens for a reason;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say love conquers all;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you'll find the right person eventually;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say no worries;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, people say many things, some to celebrate you, some to comfort you, others to spite you and many to make your feel unworthy....&lt;br /&gt;There are many uncertainties in this world, but some things hold true, some things are certain, like tomorrow is a new day and the sun will rise again...&lt;br /&gt;How comforting they are is up to you to decide, and with that comes another certainty in life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold your own fate....that is certain (well, unless you are incapacitated or in prison) don't let others tell you different! Don't let others pull you down, for you are worthy of all the things you hold dear and love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5800980862871716775?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5800980862871716775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5800980862871716775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5800980862871716775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5800980862871716775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-unexpected-things.html' title='Of Unexpected Things....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-9222700891959930085</id><published>2010-01-16T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:04:36.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Fallen Things...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever fallen?&lt;br /&gt;And then find that you are so confused about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen?&lt;br /&gt;And then find that there's something different about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen?&lt;br /&gt;And then find yourself wondering why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen?&lt;br /&gt;And then find that you have fallen into some place unexpected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen?&lt;br /&gt;And then find that wondering what made you fall in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen?&lt;br /&gt;And then find that the fall was kinda enjoyable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-9222700891959930085?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/9222700891959930085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=9222700891959930085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/9222700891959930085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/9222700891959930085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-fallen-things.html' title='Of Fallen Things...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-4263424281794924999</id><published>2010-01-10T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:34:10.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of The New Year and Those Pesky Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it's not my new year's resolution to blog more...just felt like putting the silly little voice in my head at ease and write something down...&lt;br /&gt;Nyhoos, I guess the most frequently asked questions at this time of the year are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hey, what did u do for new year's eve??; bleh.....and the dreaded one....&lt;br /&gt;2. So, what's your new year's resolution??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why it's important for me to announce what I did for new year's eve....&lt;br /&gt;Do you get a quiet satisfaction if you had a more awesome new year's eve than I did?&lt;br /&gt;hehe....I'm so bitchy today no?! bleh...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I guess, some people ask for courtesy sake...hmmm...OK, I pooped during new year's eve! meeoww~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the next inevitable question....new year's resolution....I'm like, Mind Your Own Business!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just a short one today...just to let you guys know I'm ALIVE and I had an AWESOME new year's eve with family and close friends.....the days of partyin', clubbin' and all the other stuff are behind me I guess, sorry Gary and yes you, my darling Siao Poh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never say never right?! haha....&lt;br /&gt;and as for my new year's resolution, I'm a believer in the fact that one shouldn't tell out their birthday wishes, so I guess I treat my new year's resolution like my birthday wishes...P&amp;amp;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will divulge one, just to prove a point....&lt;br /&gt;1. be friendlier, nicer, and less of a biatch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we all know that ain't gonna happen....&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-4263424281794924999?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/4263424281794924999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=4263424281794924999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4263424281794924999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4263424281794924999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-new-year-and-those-pesky-resolutions.html' title='Of The New Year and Those Pesky Resolutions...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2767779985038707534</id><published>2009-12-21T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:08:32.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Dry Spells....</title><content type='html'>OMG.....2 months....2 months since I last updated...and funny thing is, I didn't realize it's been so freakin' long! Ahhh, how time flies when one is preoccupied with the nonsensicallities (nope, i'm quite sure that is not a word) of life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...I can't believe how blinded I was, lookin back right now, it's disturbin how foolish and stupid I was! Oh, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you (I wonder who would still be reading this shit) must be wondering what I'm talking about right now, but as my dear cousin Miss Ann and my dear friend Miss Teh would say, "your blog is rubbish! Don't know what you are writing about!! Don't understand!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it should be, left in the dark...all I can say is that it is over. I feel free, light....and foolishly ready to jump back into the game, hoping that I would not freefall into oblivion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to u...and me....and all the amazing and fabulously ppl in the world...the new year's around the corner...let friends be closer friends, let lovers be even more passionate, let the bonds that bind us grow stronger and most of all.....let fuckers be forgotten!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2767779985038707534?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2767779985038707534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2767779985038707534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2767779985038707534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2767779985038707534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-dry-spells.html' title='Of Dry Spells....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2107902693586618840</id><published>2009-09-12T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:41:28.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Fall.....</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, it's me cyber ranting again! lol....&lt;br /&gt;So the summer is over, well, there are no seasons in Malaysia, only hot weather or rainy season...let's not start with that alright?!&lt;br /&gt;It's time to rejoice, to indulge in the good, the awesome, the bad and the plain-downright nasty TV shows!!! Woohooo....it's the Fall TV season peeps! It's time to start firing up those servers.....I know I know, it's all just starting in the states, and a certain channel on Astro only shows the last seasons~ but there are certain "ways" to get 'em as soon as they show it over the pacific...it's literally just a click away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that the summer was bad, no no, far from it actually! I'm still saturated with all the great summer movies...my top picks...Star Trek, Potter....well, those are the 2 that stood out....of course there's the Tom Hanks movie and a slew of very entertaining movies....also summer TV was utterly enjoyable no? True Blood ppl!! Yeah.....who doesn't wanna drink during office hours IN THE OFFICE, Mad Men....And who can ignore the ultimate guide to nepotism that is Entourage?! AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those aside, there's always a thrill when it comes to Fall TV season...The anticipation for the post-cliff-hanger season finales....oooh....what happens! Other than the things "spoiler" you hear, Like how George dies and Izzie survives....with the consolation being, "for how long?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's that....and there's the new shows.....the newbies vying for your attention, inticing you with the slew of sneaky promo pics (yes, "The Beautiful Life" you sick sick ppl) and sneak previews!! The newbies, trying to hook you into the agonising weekly wait for a new episode, and wishing, cursing those mid-season breaks....ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, a handful of shows have premiered...and yes, yours truly, have watched...lol....what can I say? TV ADDICT!!! And the verdict.....ah, let me put it this way....if it's awesome, it's awesome...and awesome is "Glee" and "Vampire Diaries" so far....  sinking for me, like a pebble in the water, like a 600kg elephant....with a reassuring thud on the bottom, is the kinda new shows....remakes....90210 and Melrose Place....gosh....stinky.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, Glee ppl....Glee, the semi-musical TV show, coolness, but it's a pretty difficult premise to get the sceptics, but once you sit through one, you're hooked! And while, I think Vampire Diaries is riding on the craze that is Twillight, with better actors....sorry Twillighters....and my dear cousin...haha...it's one to tune in to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the most famour zip code in TV, and it's sister show, Melrose Place....well, to be fair, it's just the beginning of the season.....it "could" get "better"....here's to hoping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the xoxo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2107902693586618840?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2107902693586618840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2107902693586618840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2107902693586618840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2107902693586618840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-fall.html' title='Of Fall.....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8605478856642766111</id><published>2009-08-27T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:02:49.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Humans and Cockroaches....</title><content type='html'>So I have a friend who's fascinated with cockroaches....&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it feels like he knows everything there is to know about 'em roaches~&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was on the way to the hospital with him and out of the blue the topic about roaches suddenly came up. Don't ask me how it came about, I can't remember, it was just SO RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that cockroaches can survive for at least 3 days after you remove their heads??&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!! I don't know how true it is, it was told so "matter of fact"-ly that one can't do anything but accept it as the truth and ponder the question, "how the hell did he know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all, he goes on to EXPLAIN, that the headless roaches ONLY lives 3 days BECAUSE, get this, they can only survive that long without drinking water......F*&amp;amp;% I didn't even know cockroaches DRANK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, not forgetting, that these scary - yes, I admit, I am afraid of 'em - creatures who defy extinction, can survive without food for MONTHS to YEARS!! And the justification to that is, "see, they can survive the extinction of dinosaurs AND the ice age!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I was freakin' out right about then! The only thing I needed to know about those pesky, sometimes flight-capable creatures from outer-space - yes, they are aliens to me - is to get the hell out of a room when their around, 'coz doesn't it seem like those equipped with flight properties go straight at ya when you see them??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8605478856642766111?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8605478856642766111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8605478856642766111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8605478856642766111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8605478856642766111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-humans-and-cockroaches.html' title='Of Humans and Cockroaches....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8232113377538232812</id><published>2009-08-19T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:33:46.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Realisations Part......Well, I Forgot....</title><content type='html'>We both knew it would come to this,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it feels like you realised it way sooner than I,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just leave it at that...&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon.....bluek...hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8232113377538232812?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8232113377538232812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8232113377538232812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8232113377538232812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8232113377538232812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-realisations-partwell-i-forgot.html' title='Of Realisations Part......Well, I Forgot....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-9010043083433369476</id><published>2009-08-12T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:47:46.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Time and Tide.....</title><content type='html'>Time....&lt;br /&gt;An invisible, untouchable yet always present and undeniably significant entity in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;How else can one describe time?&lt;br /&gt;It's such a selfish thing time, sometimes giving you just enough. Always offer insufficient when one really needs it, and seems endless when one doesn't want it....&lt;br /&gt;Like a cruel, broken heart of a jilted and wronged lady, doesn't give one a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Offers no forgiveness....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-9010043083433369476?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/9010043083433369476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=9010043083433369476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/9010043083433369476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/9010043083433369476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-time-and-tide.html' title='Of Time and Tide.....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-78042839875072002</id><published>2009-08-07T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:32:21.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Karma and the Gang...</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in reincarnation?! Yeah....I mean the whole rebirth thing when you pass on in this life...well, karma is supposed to be like cosmic payback.....OK, when I put it like that, people would generally think that karma's all about the bad things in life...I mean, how could it not be?&lt;br /&gt;The idea of it though, it's so, how do I put it, "unfair" for us who are alive and breathing right now. Think of it, if karma really does exist, you would be subjected to the things that you did in your past life......and here's the catch, you don't even REMEMBER your past life do ya?! Hence, "unfair"!&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't believe in these spiritual - there is a greater power thing - might argue that karma is a way religion sorta "scares" us into doing good and avoiding the bad stuff in life 'coz if you do good then you will lead an easy life in your next life and if you do bad...well, you get the flow!&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe in karma, it's true, I do....to me, it's not a bad thing, it keeps human grounded, keeps us objective and keeps us humane! I may not believe there is a "power up there" that keeps track on the things you do in life...like the good and bad lists santa keeps.....but I do believe that somehow or rather, cosmic payback occurs, both the good things AND the bad things...like I said, it keeps us human humane! I don't necessarily believe that all your karma goes to your next life though....'coz here's when people will say, "ahhh, it's ok, the poor son of a bitch who becomes me when I'm long gone will suffer - not me!!" I believe that karma is spilled over into your current life...your current future, if you get what I mean....&lt;br /&gt;Are you a believer now?! Don't get me wrong here, I'm not pushing religion....just the simple idea of do good and good shall be done upon you...but here comes the next enigma, people who do good, and EXPECT good things to happen to them! haha.....it's all such a blur ain't it?! hehe....&lt;br /&gt;So if I do believe in karma, and mind you I do, man, my past life I must have been such a BRAG! Brag brag bragging away.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-78042839875072002?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/78042839875072002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=78042839875072002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/78042839875072002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/78042839875072002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-karma-and-gang.html' title='Of Karma and the Gang...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8287336147975736164</id><published>2009-08-04T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:37:28.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Travelling Down the Philosophical Me.....</title><content type='html'>When life throws you an apple.....catch it and eat it for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed out........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8287336147975736164?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8287336147975736164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8287336147975736164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8287336147975736164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8287336147975736164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-travelling-down-philosophical-me.html' title='Of Travelling Down the Philosophical Me.....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-4294782142243385460</id><published>2009-08-02T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:53:52.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Being The 2 and The 4....</title><content type='html'>Well, well....those of you who know me personally would know that I'm back to no man's land....sighs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside of things, it was my birthday few days ago! Happy birthday me! Thankfully I didn't have to spend my birthday here ~ugggh the thought of it makes me go....ugggghhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy times happy times with the family and close friends! Gosh I can't believe I'm 24! TWENTY-FOUR! How time flies, I don't know why this birthday resonated so much, thingking about it literally puts a smile on my face! 'Coz I was never a fan of birthdays....of course I love getting the gifts, (which were never many mind you! *hints hints*) it's just, I always felt like it was just another day in an otherwise oblivious man's day...but then it dawned on me, that;s what makes it so darn special....it's one day of yours that you share with those closest and dearest (and might I add, if you share such information over this hippie thing that's crazy on the internet....1 word, 2 syllables ending with the word *----book* - practically your neighbour's jogging partner's daughter's BFF would know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm clammering away, as I was saying, it's one day in the many of days that you share with those closest and dearest and I guess that's what makes it special to me now....awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thought it would be fun to put in 24 things I have learned  so far in....well.....my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brushing your teeth too long not only makes it cleaner, it causes unwanted corrosion and might lead to sensitive teeth! Unfortunately I learned this the hard way!!&lt;br /&gt;2. One can never tire when it comes to the Harry Potter and Lord of The Rings movies! At least not me and my sis!! Cheers sinale~ can't wait for our next marathon! CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;3. I love love LOVE dogs.....cats....well, let's not make enemies shall we?!&lt;br /&gt;4. I might /would have done well if I took a dive in the world of interior designing....*the grass is always greener right?!*&lt;br /&gt;5. Blood is thicker than any other liquid found in this world (not literally true...but you know what I'm getting at!)&lt;br /&gt;6. I now know for sure that I am definitely NOT a morning person (I have perfected the F*#$ Off morning facies)&lt;br /&gt;7. Some might argue that fact number 6 persists throughout the day.....it's all out of love baby....love~ F*#%!&lt;br /&gt;8. There exists people who are so much more drama and emo then I can ever be! And I love them for it!!! *you know who you are! Mr. Scratch a.k.a Mr. Garu and Ms. Siau Poh.....the winter break will forever be sketched fondly in my memories....&lt;br /&gt;9. Should have put the close into the close-"distant" relationship way back when you were my flower girl.....yesh....this statement sounds a bit eew and emo, but Ms. Flower Girl, you only have the people in statement 8 to blame! The hot suit and itchy dress were all stuff of legends!&lt;br /&gt;10. It takes a year to let the person you love go, but only a day to hate said person thereafter....&lt;br /&gt;11. I have a small, but sufficient, group of friends who I can call my buddies until whenever and whenever indeed!&lt;br /&gt;12. I love love love LOVE to eat! Alas, unlike my teens.....metabolism has reduced......weighty issues settle in but heck, I still LOVE to eat!&lt;br /&gt;13. I miss home sometimes.....especially now!&lt;br /&gt;14. I decide if I like a person in the first 5 to 10 minutes of acquaintance....I know that's really judgemental, I want to change that....&lt;br /&gt;15. I love love love LOVE TV! Thank goodness for good summer TV shows ~True Blood, Mad Men, YEAH!!!!!!! and Fall TV season is about to begin!!! YEEEEEAAAAH!!!! orgasmic! eeew....&lt;br /&gt;16. Too much I loves yeah.....I HATE HATE HATE smoking people.....go away!&lt;br /&gt;17. I hate hate HATE hot humid weather....much like the ones here.....ARGH~ unless it's a hot weather by the beach with an awesomely chilled beer in my hand!!!&lt;br /&gt;18. One should always be humble but not foolhardy to the point of being bended out of ones will....dunno if this makes sense.....makes sense to me!&lt;br /&gt;19. Writing this list of 24 is pretty hard...should have re-thought the idea.....*drops head...exit scene.....so DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;20. Life throws one many challenges....sometimes one finds trouble oneself.....too free!&lt;br /&gt;21. Responsibility, perseverence, understanding and willingness.....qualities of a great doctor....&lt;br /&gt;22. Still pretty bad at this whole I.T thing.....&lt;br /&gt;23. Even though you're an adult and do not claim to be children anymore....remember that you are forever and always someone's child....&lt;br /&gt;24. Still trying to figure out the world, its people, places....the world being this big blue earth and also the world of me, my life, people and places in it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-4294782142243385460?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/4294782142243385460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=4294782142243385460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4294782142243385460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4294782142243385460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-being-2-and-4.html' title='Of Being The 2 and The 4....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-1439413205872855498</id><published>2009-07-29T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:00:55.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the teaching of Me.....</title><content type='html'>So I've been wondering what to write for a few days now....&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a bore and all emo-emo and write about how I'm super dreading going back to the jungle that is KT this saturday (notice how I wrote about it anyhow?! Lame as it might be....no justification, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;So I went blog browsing, and I noticed many things....not the least of which is that my blog layout is so BORING! OMG....help! I'm like living in the 80's....crap.....&lt;br /&gt;So so so....I need a make-over.....I mean my blog needs a make-over....&lt;br /&gt;But if you know me, you know I am hopeless with a capital H when it comes to all these internet/ webpage/ IT mumbo-jumboz, so if you are up to it....whoever it may be, please help me get out of the 80's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-1439413205872855498?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/1439413205872855498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=1439413205872855498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1439413205872855498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1439413205872855498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-teaching-of-me.html' title='Of the teaching of Me.....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-1452101911634876778</id><published>2009-07-25T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:50:06.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of a little intelligent book The LIfe of Pi......</title><content type='html'>Well, it turns out....I read!! Actually I do read, that was my version of a dramatic entrance to this entry!! Have I got your attention yet?! What do I read? Hmmmm....I picked up a book by Yann Martel titled "Life of Pi" a few weeks ago....Some of you might be wondering, "if he picked it up weeks ago, why only read it now?" Well, the thing is, I picked up 2 books...it was one of those impulse buy when I saw this little red sticker on the book shelf that read,  "2nd book half off!" Ah.....retail therapy......bliss bliss! Needless to say, I bought 2 books....Thankfully I only had enough cash in the wallet left for these two books....If only I had more, well, let's just say I'm a true believer in retail therapy, it's good for the soul.....yeah! But so bad for the wallet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, back to the book....well, I have to admit that I had no idea who this Yann chap is! It's publicity and advertisement I tell you! ARGH!! All I know then is that it was a "NUMBER ONE BESTSELLER" because it was conveniently printed onto the book cover, as was this "winner of THE Man BOOKER PRIZE 2002" So I thought, heck, if it's good enough for whoever gave out such awards! Plus, it had a cute little drawing of a white little lifeboat otherwise known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sampan&lt;/span&gt; with what I interpreted then as a very tanned, skinny, curled up person and a tiger twice the size of the aforementioned man....intriguing no? oh yes, and the boat was in the sea of what looked like many many many sharks and a turtle....SO RANDOM! So, now I HAD TO BUY THE BOOK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did. the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL....nope, kidding, well, I've just started reading it and my my....it's cute a clever little book....there are amazing phrases and sentences that just really captured my attention and I have decided to share some of it....yes, this is the whole point of this entry....I know, I know, it took me a while to get to the point, I think I was inspired by Stephen King, his introduction takes half the thickness of the books he write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....a tie is a noose, and inverted though it is, it will hang a man nonetheless if he is not careful..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;more to come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-1452101911634876778?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/1452101911634876778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=1452101911634876778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1452101911634876778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1452101911634876778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-little-intelligent-book-life-of-pi.html' title='Of a little intelligent book The LIfe of Pi......'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5836033103082904699</id><published>2009-07-22T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:33:36.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Discarded Baggages.......</title><content type='html'>So I emptied my inbox today......man I have A LOT of messages! Don't ask me from when coz I don't remember, it was so full that my trusty little sony ericsson literally lagged when I scrolled down my inbox! Man, have I tortured my mobile phone...seriously, it's been through sweat, coffee, heat, cold, the occasional 2-storrey bump, suffered the fate as a mistaken doggy chew toy, some patch-work that involved a whole lotta elephant glue! YES, if it isn't clear enough....I'm hinting for a NEW phone~ lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog has been refurbished again....there are some, and by some I mean MANY entries that has found it's way into some trashcan somewhere in cyberspace.....Y? well, I'd like to think that I've grown out of some of the things that were clearly holding me back...and Life is so much simpler when you take out the emo right? That being said, emotions are what makes us human, and emotions are what makes humans inhumane at times...so like it or not, we're stuck with it....it's a vicious cycle really....scary....."suuuuusssannnnn - channeling the blob from monsters vs aliens"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5836033103082904699?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5836033103082904699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5836033103082904699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5836033103082904699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5836033103082904699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-discarded-baggages.html' title='Of Discarded Baggages.......'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-7050578319205998337</id><published>2009-07-21T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:17:43.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Going The Dramatic Green....</title><content type='html'>Months......Months! Since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;If you are still following out there.....why?? WHY??&lt;br /&gt;So drama....well, I've been a looong hiatus and many things have happened....as per usual, I pooped a lot...A LOT! But not more than usual....I have healthy pooping habits! (bet you are running for the hills now eh?! - way to scare (disgust*) your readers off KhaiHon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still with me?? WHY????!!! lol....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, like I said, many things have happened...there was the whole friend drama, then the exam, then the heartbreak (sobs no MORE!), then the continuing friend drama, then the holidays, then the lessons on being dramatic from my cousin and his best friend (as if I needed anymore, but seriously....I learned A LOT! I didn't think there was room for more drama, but there was!) then my other cousin mentioned my blog and I went, " OMG! It's so rotten I think it's barely compost now!"&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, hoping, praying that from the compost, a nice little plant will emerge! (yes, I am going green - as much as I can - I am not swearing off plastic bags....yet....just using less of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say...baby steps people, baby steps....we should all do our part, because seriously speaking, I can't take this erratic and by erratic I mean, freakin' HOT weather anymore! Yes, I'm being selfish and it may seem like it's ALL about me....but like I said in my previous post, it's MY freakin' blog! lol...kidding! But yeah, on a more serious not, if YOU, like ME, feel like you might just get a heat stroke trying to get to the front gate of your house, let's just start by using less plastic bags!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-7050578319205998337?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/7050578319205998337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=7050578319205998337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/7050578319205998337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/7050578319205998337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-going-dramatic-green.html' title='Of Going The Dramatic Green....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-888623949240816760</id><published>2009-03-14T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:51:48.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shedding The Old Skin....well, at least some of it!</title><content type='html'>Well, well, it's time to be totally self-absorbed again! hehe...no offense to other bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;But it is totally self-absorbed stuff I write in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;haha...probably that's interesting for u guys, probably u find it a tad too icky, probably u have decided to stop reading but hey, I guess some ppl stilll ike to read rubbish no?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, putting that aside, I had one of the most exciting, fun and not to mention DRAINING weekend! (see, TOTALLY self-absorbed!) Had a visit from a new found friend and boy-oh-boy, the weekend was such a blast...didn't stop eating, as my dear housemate put it, subsituted water for the other kind of liquid (wooohoo! no nasty thoughts ppl!) oh and did I mention we ate like mad?! hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally different subject, (i'm allowed to drift) today marked the beginning of a new era! A drastic change was shoved and forced upon us! On this day, many (like me) will stare bewildered at the monitors, wondering what had happened, wondering why such a change was waranted! It is a time for mourning (again, if u r like me). It is a time where ppl like us look back and miss the simpler days! BECAUSE, to day is the day.........a historic day.......an aweful day.......the day when, FACEBOOK HAD A FACELIFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...i feel so dramatic at times! kekeke....but I HATE the change man, I just got used to the old FB layout and now, I have to learn it all over again! F*#%!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-888623949240816760?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/888623949240816760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=888623949240816760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/888623949240816760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/888623949240816760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/03/shedding-old-skinwell-at-least-some-of.html' title='Shedding The Old Skin....well, at least some of it!'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-9088808568995121578</id><published>2009-03-05T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:07:32.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things That Are Truly Important</title><content type='html'>In life we face a lot of changes, whether we like them or not, to me, the most important thing to learn from change is the ability to adapt to said changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, shit happens, it does...physiologically, psychologically, emotionally, in fact, all the -ally-es, so when it does, the most important thing is to find a place to poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, love happens, ....it's complicated most of the time, and i seriously have not learned anything important enough to be philosophical here....next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, life happens, everyday comes and everyday goes, somethings are certain, but many others are beyond our control, acceptance is necessary, growth is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is tricky and poop is smelly!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-9088808568995121578?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/9088808568995121578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=9088808568995121578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/9088808568995121578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/9088808568995121578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-are-truly-important.html' title='The Things That Are Truly Important'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8549533204657839438</id><published>2009-02-23T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:19:51.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Tired Minds and Tired Souls, Let This Be Whatever It Should Be...</title><content type='html'>Sorry the blog have been placed private for a couple of weeks...&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely hoping you guys are still with me!&lt;br /&gt;There are some changes to be made, some have already been made, others, well, like I always say, "it's complicated"&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I'm tired, tired, tired! Haha...Life is so draining sometimes no??&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...just the other day I was talking to my friend and it seems everyone is just so tired nowadays! Hehehe...must be the weather!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm rambling!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you sometimes feel like a stranger in your own world?&lt;br /&gt;Like somethings just go out of your control even though you fight freaking hard to gain the wheel?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...many times I feel like the most important things are slipping away&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I'm tired...tired of holding on to something that refuses to stay put&lt;br /&gt;Tired of wanting something more from an empty glass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8549533204657839438?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8549533204657839438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8549533204657839438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8549533204657839438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8549533204657839438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-tired-minds-and-tired-souls-let.html' title='With Tired Minds and Tired Souls, Let This Be Whatever It Should Be...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2956985269403209894</id><published>2009-01-05T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:22:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Fresh Starts and the Giving of Thanks...</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year ppl! I'm surprised that my blog still has hits, and some new readers too, thanks whoever u are (but I think I know who u r!!)  It's been dormant for quite some time now I know!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the new year, and with it come the resolutions! But me thinks me is going to forgo the resolutions this year, and really be thankful for somethings that have happened to me recently!&lt;br /&gt;U see, ppl always say that priorities change when u get out, seemingly unscathed from a near-death experience and well, I got into a car accident few days ago, I dunno if it counts as near-death but I sure as hell am thankful to still be writing this eh?! Haha...me and my housemates are fine...but the car! the poor car!! Damn u, whoever u r who poured oil all over the road!! It's a conspiracy I tell u!! Argh, but moving on, let's not dwell on the nasty things in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have brought about much changes in my life....significant changes! And I would like to say a few things to these few, very special ppl...hopefully u r reading la...u know who u r...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear M.A, thanks for everything this past holidays....I had so much fun with u and the others, I'm super regretting y we didn't hang out more (more like, AT ALL!! Haha) when we were younger!! C ya soon cuz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear D, thanks for makin the whole cousin meet up thing happen! and thanks for this past few weeks as well, u r amazing, out story is pretty cool to actually! and stop fixing me up with m.a, we're related!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear R, I know I've been a lousy friend with my crappy mood this past few weeks and hopefully u will forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear G, I know we haven't really met up this hols but u r like the catalyst to the whole close-distant-cousin meet up thing! After all, we're the original 2 yea?! haha...over coffee!! C ya soon, CNY yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the new ppl I've met this past couple of weeks...some of u might be reading this...the pleasure is all mine, hope to catch up with u guys soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick shout out to me fam and sis, I'm still keeping the sms! Oakley baby!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else I know....thanks for makin 2008 count for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2956985269403209894?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2956985269403209894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2956985269403209894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2956985269403209894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2956985269403209894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-fresh-starts-and-giving-of-thanks.html' title='Of Fresh Starts and the Giving of Thanks...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-1561472875020023441</id><published>2008-11-23T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:11:36.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Happy Days, and Birthdays...</title><content type='html'>Today is a day,&lt;br /&gt;some might call it a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;some might call it a new day,&lt;br /&gt;some might just call it another day,&lt;br /&gt;some might call it a fucked up day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess where I am going with this is that different people view different situations in different light,&lt;br /&gt;today might have been one of the most awesome day for you,&lt;br /&gt;today started out as a not so good day which is turning into a real bummer of a day for me,&lt;br /&gt;today you might feel like a winner, however,&lt;br /&gt;today I am and shall remain the loser,&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to be a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;today, today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Happy Birthday Chris!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-1561472875020023441?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/1561472875020023441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=1561472875020023441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1561472875020023441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1561472875020023441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-happy-days-and-birthdays.html' title='Of Happy Days, and Birthdays...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2379368398597306431</id><published>2008-11-04T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:46:59.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Understanding....</title><content type='html'>It didn't take too long for me to understand you...&lt;br /&gt;Yet it feels like forever before you understood me...&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and exhausted, waiting for forever...&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;It may feel like I'm expressing myself in riddles...&lt;br /&gt;Riddles in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;Darkness, where fear resides...&lt;br /&gt;For there are many things which I fear...&lt;br /&gt;Fear can make someone do the weirdest of things...&lt;br /&gt;Fear...&lt;br /&gt;What exactly do I fear?&lt;br /&gt;Fear of being caged...&lt;br /&gt;Fear of abandoned...&lt;br /&gt;Fear of losing out...&lt;br /&gt;Fear of losing you...&lt;br /&gt;What do you fear?&lt;br /&gt;Some might say there is nothing to fear but fear itself...&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to understand that statement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm babbling...if you've wasted your time reading this entry...my apologies!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2379368398597306431?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2379368398597306431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2379368398597306431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2379368398597306431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2379368398597306431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-understanding.html' title='Of Understanding....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-3588246115224197212</id><published>2008-09-16T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:06:46.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Things That Should Not Be Shared...</title><content type='html'>It's 2 in the morning...can't sleep,&lt;br /&gt;wondering why or what or who is keeping me awake,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the thought of you that keeping me awake, or maybe I'm just plain constipated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a T-shirt with the print that says,&lt;br /&gt;"Life is full of choices, choose Hope"&lt;br /&gt;Hope, big word, humble meaning, but I can't help but wonder, when does hope turn into obsession?&lt;br /&gt;Choices, what if the choices you have are those which you don't want or impossible to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-3588246115224197212?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/3588246115224197212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=3588246115224197212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/3588246115224197212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/3588246115224197212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-things-that-should-not-be-shared.html' title='Of Things That Should Not Be Shared...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5522917228646739447</id><published>2008-09-02T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:38:58.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of You...</title><content type='html'>Dear you, who stole from me...&lt;br /&gt;Dear you, who made me feel inadequate...&lt;br /&gt;Dear you, who brought out the worst in me...&lt;br /&gt;Dear you, who taught me jealousy...&lt;br /&gt;Dear you, who caused me pain, sensitivity and insecurities...&lt;br /&gt;You, freakin' you, who took away the heart and claimed it as your 'lover'...&lt;br /&gt;Hate, is not sufficient a word...&lt;br /&gt;Indifferent suits better...&lt;br /&gt;Be a saint elsewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5522917228646739447?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5522917228646739447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5522917228646739447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5522917228646739447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5522917228646739447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-you.html' title='Of You...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-434755789926693715</id><published>2008-09-01T08:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:41:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Fresh Starts...</title><content type='html'>Ah, finally, I've realized how neglected my blog is! This past few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotional turmoil, scratch that, make it a few months! As I read through my pass entries, I come to realize how "disturbed" I was! Ah, what a torture! Jealousy is really a taxing and draining thing! and to what end? It feels like I'm not far from where I started!&lt;br /&gt;Hence, it's time to put it behind me! Easily said yea?! Ah, it's gonna be hard, and I guess there will always be moments, thoughts, that will bring up the feelings of hate, insecurities, longing. I can only deal with 'em as they come!&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden revelation you ask? Well, it's not that I don't wish and hope that things will turn out my way, I do! I freakin' do! But over the weekend, a wise lady told me that "Expectations brings disappointment" It's not that one shouldn't have expectations, it's just that you shouldn't consume yourself over what did not happen (or had happened to someone else but not yourself - sorry, I had to vent!)  and just be thankful for the things that do! &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, there's still love. I still care. I just need to work on being more selfless I guess! If that's even possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Fall season premiers are upon us! All my favourite TV serials are back!! Yay!! HAPPINESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-434755789926693715?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/434755789926693715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=434755789926693715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/434755789926693715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/434755789926693715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-fresh-starts.html' title='Of Fresh Starts...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8910030631421502284</id><published>2008-07-15T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:42:26.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Time and Tide....</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's been a month since my last entry, how time flies....&lt;br /&gt;With time comes the inevitable change....&lt;br /&gt;Yet some things remain the same....&lt;br /&gt;Some things, refuse to succumb to the changing tides....&lt;br /&gt;Though it's easier to remain ignorant....&lt;br /&gt;When the receding tide drifts further away from the shore....&lt;br /&gt;There remains the fool, with his foot, longing for the waves....&lt;br /&gt;And as time passes, he begins to accept that he has lost the wave....&lt;br /&gt;But gradually the inevitable truth becomes crystal clear, like the wave, the heart he so longs for was never his to begin with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8910030631421502284?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8910030631421502284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8910030631421502284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8910030631421502284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8910030631421502284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-time-and-tide.html' title='Of Time and Tide....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-3886665577639769505</id><published>2008-06-16T08:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:11:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Changes</title><content type='html'>The impending change is inevitable,&lt;br /&gt;I see it, taking shape, right before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;For good or for bad,&lt;br /&gt;I still can't figure it out yet,&lt;br /&gt;The thing that's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;Is that it's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-3886665577639769505?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/3886665577639769505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=3886665577639769505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/3886665577639769505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/3886665577639769505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-changes.html' title='Of Changes'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-206845572861510095</id><published>2008-06-10T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:51:01.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Hearts and Sleeves</title><content type='html'>You wear your heart on your sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;expecting, waiting, longing,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someone would catch it from the ever unrolling fragile fabric,&lt;br /&gt;unrolling, unraveling, falling,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly realizing there might not be a saving arm,&lt;br /&gt;what to do, how to do it,&lt;br /&gt;Catch your falling heart and roll up your own sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;independence, sovereignty, liberty,&lt;br /&gt;For sometimes the person you long for can in no way be yours,&lt;br /&gt;acceptance, though it hurts like hell,&lt;br /&gt;What's left is a groove for your arm in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;forever, always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-206845572861510095?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/206845572861510095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=206845572861510095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/206845572861510095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/206845572861510095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-hearts-and-sleeves.html' title='Of Hearts and Sleeves'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2116832214683788029</id><published>2008-05-28T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:37:56.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;"Gravity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something always brings me back to you.&lt;br /&gt;It never takes too long.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold me without touch.&lt;br /&gt;You keep me without chains.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;But you're on to me and all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I was strong.&lt;br /&gt;But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need here on&lt;br /&gt;The ground.&lt;br /&gt;But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Barreilles&lt;br /&gt;Currently in love with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this entry, may I leave the emo behind&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, from this space&lt;br /&gt;My feelings, shall remain my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2116832214683788029?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2116832214683788029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2116832214683788029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2116832214683788029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2116832214683788029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/05/gravity-something-always-brings-me-back.html' title='Of Gravity'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5070854663611119112</id><published>2008-05-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:57:31.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Concerns and Gratitudes</title><content type='html'>Ah, hey peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very eventful pass few weeks...I know I've been awfully emo this pass few entries...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm utterly grateful for all your concerns! Thanks yeah!! And I'm well, seriously, it's just been a rather taxing few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I've been on an emotional roller-coaster that, frankly speaking, I don't think has reached a halt yet. Riding through the highs, through the darkest of places, on a journey, of which it's destination I'm yet to know, or rather, I refuse to find out. For which the reason, is difficult to disclose! Maybe because of fear, maybe because of insecurities, maybe because of naivety, I don't know. What's true lies within yourself, but yet, what truly lies within you?! When it comes down to it, only you know how you feel! And here comes the hardest part of that truth, when and how do you tell the world or that someone how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;For we are all governed by circumstances that bind us to the life that we live in, may it be the life we chose for ourselves, or chosen for us. Either way, it is forsaken, this life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5070854663611119112?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5070854663611119112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5070854663611119112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5070854663611119112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5070854663611119112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-concerns-and-gratitudes.html' title='Of Concerns and Gratitudes'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5906156320179613379</id><published>2008-05-19T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:27:03.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Falling</title><content type='html'>My dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that's been said and done, if you still feel the same, then so be it!&lt;br /&gt;For I sit here in silence, and hear the echoes of who I used to be!&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, "How did I become this person?"&lt;br /&gt;Yet the answer is simple, simple enough it's a shame to utter out loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5906156320179613379?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5906156320179613379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5906156320179613379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5906156320179613379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5906156320179613379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-falling.html' title='Of Falling'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-4003512483013928512</id><published>2008-05-15T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:05:55.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind is Tired, but The Heart Won't Quit....</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ya'll been?! Alright then, moving on....&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, where do I start? Been feelin' kinda crappy lately....&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like the "happy" things in your life never lasts?? Yet, even though they are short-lived, you appreciate it so freakin much? Sometimes, even trivial things matter so damn much!&lt;br /&gt;My good friend once told me, people will always hurt you. At that time I thought it was the booze in him talking...looking back though, the booze was right! Isn't it funny how simple words, some actions, even mere choices the people you like make, affects you so? When it feels like you come in second best! Ah, the jealousy runs wild!!&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do when stuck in such a place? When you've fallen, too deep to climb out, too early to quit!&lt;br /&gt;Am I a hopeful person in a hopeless situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-4003512483013928512?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/4003512483013928512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=4003512483013928512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4003512483013928512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4003512483013928512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/05/mind-is-tired-but-heart-wont-quit.html' title='The Mind is Tired, but The Heart Won&apos;t Quit....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2498182640248197312</id><published>2008-04-30T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:13:16.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vanity of V</title><content type='html'>hey peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while, but the fish ain't rotten yet babes! haha...&lt;br /&gt;Been a very eventful few weeks...yes yes...no doubt! But let's save that for another day....&lt;br /&gt;coz it's time to dish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry has been planned since....since....well, a long time...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever encountered someone that is so incredibly vain, so terribly self-centered, so painfully ignorant, so so freakin' LAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have not only encountered, I have the wretched luck to have these figures in my life right now!!! Argh....irritating pests!! How can people be such an excrutiating pain in the ass?! How can people be so clueless? It makes me wonder, are you really that clueless, or are you just fakin it?! F*#&amp;amp;s!!!! And to top it off, the vanity amid farce insecurities that you project everyday is so hilarious, do you know it's embarrassing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I have nothing else to say but this....I bet you're so freakin vain that you think this entry is about you! Go get a life - you know who you are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2498182640248197312?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2498182640248197312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2498182640248197312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2498182640248197312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2498182640248197312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/03/vanity-of-v.html' title='The Vanity of V'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2297718575600189570</id><published>2008-04-07T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:14:17.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Chris......Payback's A Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_orMQq_sxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/luqLlL9jgxo/s1600-h/DSCN0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_orMQq_sxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/luqLlL9jgxo/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186505410504274706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say that I feel much better now that I've stumbled across this pretty little picture of Chris - the founder of EVIL, my partner in Chaos &amp;amp; Poop (I guess you have to be on the inside to understand all this, and lying to you I'm not when I say it's pretty darn funny - good times!) Why I put up this picture you ask? Well...let's just say i sayang sayang him so!! hehe....check his link to find out more! Far and square Chris?? Peace and Harmony k?! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2297718575600189570?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2297718575600189570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2297718575600189570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2297718575600189570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2297718575600189570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-chrispaybacks-bitch.html' title='Dear Chris......Payback&apos;s A Bitch!'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_orMQq_sxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/luqLlL9jgxo/s72-c/DSCN0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-3819452519544592298</id><published>2008-04-06T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:16:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Jealousy Weaves Its Ugly Head...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it feels like the things you do goes unappreciated...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like things are easier for some other people...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like you're just within reach yet you remain just as you were...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like the slightest of things, many would deem insignificant, is priceless to you...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like the heart that you want will never belong to you...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like your heart will never be able to cope...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like it's easier to give up...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like the burden of the truth is overbearing...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like the truth would come out...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like you're not hiding anything, just not telling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, just hold on and push through the grime and the filth, if only to come out at the other end! May it be your perceived perfect ending or not, at least you're not stuck in the rut that you were in~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;be back with more of the KB trip photos soon-ish.....promise, cross my heart!! eeew...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-3819452519544592298?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/3819452519544592298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=3819452519544592298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/3819452519544592298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/3819452519544592298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-jealousy-weaves-its-ugly-head.html' title='When Jealousy Weaves Its Ugly Head...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8004075358650294316</id><published>2008-04-04T05:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:18:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Want Something You Can't Have</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's 5 in the morning, and I'm wide awake...been boozing with some of my buddies last night. Didn't exactly drink much, didn't exactly drink less either, just, insufficient! Hehe, it was one of those nights when you'd rather drink like a fish and get wasted! I guess sometimes things just don't work the way you want them to, after all, the earth doesn't revolve around you no?? What is one supposed to do when the heart longs for more but gets in return insufficiency??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;p/s: connection is bad....not gonna upload more KB photos for now, check back soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8004075358650294316?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8004075358650294316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8004075358650294316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8004075358650294316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8004075358650294316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-you-want-something-you-cant-have.html' title='When You Want Something You Can&apos;t Have'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2750369900007565601</id><published>2008-03-31T22:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:04:59.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KT.....the pseudo-city...</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what's up with my entry title, well, wonder no more (this line is soooooooo lame) as usual, I'm basically trashing KT....how this supposed city was named a city in the first place is beyond me.....I mean like seriously, BEYOND! Like way across the universe BEYOND!! (hehe, princess GKL is gonna call me a drama king)! But seriously, it's ridonkulous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden amazement you ask? (2 degree lameness) Well, over the weekend, some of my buddies and I (actually 4 cars of buddies) went up to KB - that's Kota Bahru for those of you who aren't Malaysian, and for those Malaysians who slept through your geography lessons - and my oh my, it's so so so so different from KT, seriously.....like BEYOND!! (Today's word of the day is.....BEYOND)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much more modern, much more organized, much more like a city!! And there's an actual, functioning shopping mall!! Seriously!!!! Although it's nothing compared to KL, but at least it's civilization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, 3 of us went into Thailand.....coolness....the dried chilli was amazingly and incredibly spicy and tasty!! Why only 3? Well, some sad people didn't have their passports!! Sad sad sad!!&lt;br /&gt;Time to show off my photography skills!! Hehehe.....behold the camwhores!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_D8lAq_saI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qFgX4okO7yQ/s1600-h/DSCN0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_D8lAq_saI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qFgX4okO7yQ/s320/DSCN0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183920883869135266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~first stop....chose a nice place.......to pee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_D9zgq_sbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gzE8FHTU_QM/s1600-h/DSCN0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_D9zgq_sbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gzE8FHTU_QM/s320/DSCN0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183922232488866226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Chris, post pee....see the happiness?? Yes, we all did it au natural!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_D_Ogq_scI/AAAAAAAAAFE/08iEqXWCC-c/s1600-h/DSCN0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_D_Ogq_scI/AAAAAAAAAFE/08iEqXWCC-c/s320/DSCN0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183923795856961986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the makcik and the datin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_D_-wq_sdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uA-dTMoBm0A/s1600-h/DSCN0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_D_-wq_sdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uA-dTMoBm0A/s320/DSCN0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183924624785650130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very nice, I'm bragging....bite me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EAywq_seI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PWZgTaWNrNs/s1600-h/DSCN0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EAywq_seI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PWZgTaWNrNs/s320/DSCN0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183925518138847714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the camwhore virus is spreading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EBxgq_sfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-ZbveZ17H5Q/s1600-h/DSCN0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EBxgq_sfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-ZbveZ17H5Q/s320/DSCN0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183926596175639026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the designated cameramen...the canon (chris), the nikon SLR (ravin), and the cheaper nikon (me)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_ECvwq_sgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZE6CitSuQCg/s1600-h/DSCN0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_ECvwq_sgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZE6CitSuQCg/s320/DSCN0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183927665622495746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~the cameramen can pose too no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EDvgq_shI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9LcNSXNkTOg/s1600-h/DSCN0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EDvgq_shI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9LcNSXNkTOg/s320/DSCN0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183928760839156242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the aunty strikes again...on Ravin's car....barefoot!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EEtAq_siI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NE-3CUyrKDo/s1600-h/DSCN0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EEtAq_siI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NE-3CUyrKDo/s320/DSCN0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183929817401111074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~yes, that's Ravin, so you know how big the dragons really ar!! Hahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EFvQq_sjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ddpmfEPs4Sc/s1600-h/DSCN0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EFvQq_sjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ddpmfEPs4Sc/s320/DSCN0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183930955567444530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is in Kelantan....seriously....and it's not the only one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EKTgq_skI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6kZNOmXNN_Y/s1600-h/DSCN0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_EKTgq_skI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6kZNOmXNN_Y/s320/DSCN0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183935976384213570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taking a break....back with more photos soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2750369900007565601?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2750369900007565601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2750369900007565601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2750369900007565601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2750369900007565601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/03/ktthe-pseudo-city.html' title='KT.....the pseudo-city...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R_D8lAq_saI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qFgX4okO7yQ/s72-c/DSCN0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-522335273066760154</id><published>2008-03-24T16:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:15:51.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Journeys and Destinations....</title><content type='html'>Hey friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we always here people saying, "It's the journey that matters the most, not the destination" right?? Well, I can't help but wonder if the person who came up with that phrase was someone from KL (fine, I'm from Klang, not KL, but then it's still nearer to KL than Tanjung Karang - trust me!) who's work/ studies/ obligation was in KT! Kekeke....seriously, I couldn't agree more with the phrase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have probably guessed (yay, you are not slow!) I'm back in KT/ pseudo-city after 5 days in Klang, and boy-oh-boy was those 5 little, insufficient days a hell of a BLAST!! Seriously!! There were food, booze, friends, great friends, more booze, chocolate therapy and this little thing that I don't do that much, shopping! There may have been some dodgy and hick-ups here and there, but it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Then came Saturday, and GOD, I hoped and prayed that it was really just Thursday! But it wasn't - lameness - And we all packed our bags and started driving back to this village/ jungle (which is worse than TK - or is it???)&lt;br /&gt;The drive back was great (even though it's back to this sordid place)! Many things happened along this journey, realisations, stops were made, posers posed, J.Co's were consumed, even the moon was full! Ah, if only, if only!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached here and everything boiled down to SHIT!! Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-dqKgq_sQI/AAAAAAAAADk/GYgev2Uvt_g/s1600-h/DSCN0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-dqKgq_sQI/AAAAAAAAADk/GYgev2Uvt_g/s320/DSCN0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181226625114550530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Stylo-pek on route to J.Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-dqrgq_sRI/AAAAAAAAADs/4lT8y6VMey0/s1600-h/DSCN0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-dqrgq_sRI/AAAAAAAAADs/4lT8y6VMey0/s320/DSCN0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181227192050233618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~we valet parked for J.Co's it's really worth it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-dsQAq_sUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NPSfc4XhfUY/s1600-h/DSCN0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-dsQAq_sUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NPSfc4XhfUY/s320/DSCN0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181228918627086658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~jumped ship to accompany Ravin....in full concentration for what's to come....&lt;br /&gt;and what's to come is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-drJQq_sSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/01mtrgffJbA/s1600-h/DSCN0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-drJQq_sSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/01mtrgffJbA/s320/DSCN0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181227703151341858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~the hunt for natural gold!! Hehe....nola, his nose was itchy....seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;(he's so gonna kill me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-drtgq_sTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/s62A_gFjz0g/s1600-h/DSCN0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-drtgq_sTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/s62A_gFjz0g/s320/DSCN0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181228325921599794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~the reason why I jumped ship - among other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-dsvQq_sVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/avXqjZHmydk/s1600-h/DSCN0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-dsvQq_sVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/avXqjZHmydk/s320/DSCN0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181229455497998674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Cherating....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-duQQq_sWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bF_18XVzRMY/s1600-h/DSCN0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-duQQq_sWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bF_18XVzRMY/s320/DSCN0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181231121945309538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~posers and the ultimate camwhore - go to my friend Chris' blog to find out who!&lt;br /&gt;oh who am I kidding, it's the one in yellow!&lt;br /&gt;go to Chris' blog to find out just why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-du-Qq_sXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JMrxlxH9LkI/s1600-h/DSCN0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-du-Qq_sXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JMrxlxH9LkI/s320/DSCN0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181231912219292018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~the camera-men's feet! Sexy no?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-522335273066760154?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/522335273066760154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=522335273066760154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/522335273066760154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/522335273066760154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-journeys-and-destinations.html' title='Of Journeys and Destinations....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R-dqKgq_sQI/AAAAAAAAADk/GYgev2Uvt_g/s72-c/DSCN0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-7490692016598583042</id><published>2008-03-16T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:58:14.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mushy-ness</title><content type='html'>O.K. I have to admit the last entry can go 2 ways....."emo-ness" or "eeeew-ness"!! Hahhaa....&lt;br /&gt;Both of which proves that I'm nothing but human! Thank god~ but here's a totally random scenario that I feel pretty much happens to a lot of regular people unless your love life is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zilch&lt;/span&gt;....the crush on someone you work or study with, a good friend....yes? no?&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of my buddies (u know who u r) and I were talking (more like dishin') the other day about this topic! What will come of it? Will it work? What if it doesn't? How does 2 continue being friends if love fails? Questions questions.....paranoia after paranoia!!&lt;br /&gt;I think it takes a lot of courage to start something between good friends....Courage that I don't think I have....hypothetically speaking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:  If you're not already hooked on this year's American Idol, you should go F*%^ yourself! The top 12 is AMAZING well technically is top 11 now....but i would say of that 11, 9 are SUPERB!!! It could get pretty interesting ppl! MUST WATCH....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-7490692016598583042?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/7490692016598583042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=7490692016598583042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/7490692016598583042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/7490692016598583042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-mushy-ness.html' title='Of Mushy-ness'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-1682149970655169077</id><published>2008-03-01T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:35:10.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Palpable Feelings....</title><content type='html'>Today it hit me, actually it hit me a long time ago, but today it became so real, so clear, so undeniable, it feels so extremely lonely at times! I know it's a given with what I do and who I am, but it feels so unbearable at times. Especially times like these! When things don't go your way, when you are so emotionally crippled all you want is for someone to be there. Someone to say everything's gonna be fine. Someone I could run away with yet stay exactly where I am. I miss it. I miss it all. Well, guess I'm a closeted romantic! I'm only human! Maybe I should be more available, more out there! Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna steal a great idea from a good friend of mine....post lyrics of songs that best describe me mood at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honey and The Moon - Joseph Arthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           Don't know why I'm still afraid.&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't real I would make you up now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could follow through.&lt;br /&gt;I know that your love is true and deep as the sea.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, everything you want is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, all you dreams are waking up.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we first met&lt;br /&gt;And everything was still a bet in love's game&lt;br /&gt;You would call, I'd call you back&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd leave a message on your answering machine&lt;br /&gt;But right now, everything is turning blue.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. Run away tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight.&lt;br /&gt;We're made out of blood and rust&lt;br /&gt;Looking for someone to trust without a fight .&lt;br /&gt;I think that you came too soon;&lt;br /&gt;You're the honey and the moon that lights up my night.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, everything you want is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, all you dreams are waking up.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. Run away tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight.&lt;br /&gt;We got too much time to kill&lt;br /&gt;Like pigeons on my windowsill we hang around.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've been with you&lt;br /&gt;You hold me up all the time I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;But right now, everything is turning blue.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. Run away tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom. Run away. Run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-1682149970655169077?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/1682149970655169077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=1682149970655169077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1682149970655169077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1682149970655169077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-palpable-feelings.html' title='Of Palpable Feelings....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-846236441298105505</id><published>2008-02-28T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:59:07.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of The Face, and The Book....</title><content type='html'>So I've pretty much announced that I'm no whiz in computers and matters pertaining to computers. All these I.T gibberish - I'm tempted to say "rubbish" but then I don't want to be bludgened to death by some techy whizy! - so I'll say gibberish, gets me confused! And me nots likes being confused yea~ If only you knew how difficult it was for me to set up this blog acc!! I felt so ancient!! No, I think ancient ran over me, reversed and ran over me again like road kill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm minding my business, checkin my mails,  readin up on the important news - can't believe Cate Blanchett didn't win an Oscar last weekend! Proposterous!! I haven't watched any of the films she was nominated in, but it's Cate!! She's Great!! I didn't mean to rhyme! - Well, back to the story, I was happily minding my business when I came across this email from - erm, you don't need to know - "invitin" mua to join this supposedly "hip and now" thing called "Facebook"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K, so being the incredibly "hip and now" (barf) kinda person, I signed up! Now, well, let's just say that things are slow with a capitol S! It's like the building in your hometown that has been "in construction" for...EVER!! haha....hopeless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R8bYsGtYT8I/AAAAAAAAADc/kGiRhoRZasw/s1600-h/DSCN0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R8bYsGtYT8I/AAAAAAAAADc/kGiRhoRZasw/s400/DSCN0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172059474308386754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~cousin Christine, big sis, 2nd sis, cousin Mien (ignore her water bottle), yours truly&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year at Gramps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Big shout out to Mei Ann! If you're readin this, well, hello! haha...go find somethin less lame to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-846236441298105505?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/846236441298105505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=846236441298105505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/846236441298105505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/846236441298105505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-face-and-book.html' title='Of The Face, and The Book....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R8bYsGtYT8I/AAAAAAAAADc/kGiRhoRZasw/s72-c/DSCN0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-4429931581218099726</id><published>2008-02-23T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:35:17.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Greener Grass, or Lack Thereof...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you fall short, sometimes it feels like you're traveling on a bumpy, winding, relentlessly obscured road leading to the unknown, sometimes the journey scares you to death, sometimes you realize this might not be what it was supposed to be, it might not be the right route anymore. That through the many years on the road, stops have been made, detours, crossroads that have been wrongly and poorly decided upon. In the end, I wonder, if the journey's what matters, well, what if your journey was a hell of a fight, literally!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If life were a human being, it would surely be a nasty bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-4429931581218099726?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/4429931581218099726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=4429931581218099726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4429931581218099726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4429931581218099726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-greener-grass-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Of Greener Grass, or Lack Thereof...'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5723832921534013035</id><published>2008-02-19T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:13:58.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another "bah"....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woken up in the morning and knew, just literally knew, that today was going to be a hugely unproductive day?! Not a bad day, just a lazy day. Like you just want to be left alone, care-free for whatever time that's available! Well, today was one of those days for me!  It's like someone drugged you with a whole lot of sleeping pills and when you finally wake up, you just wanna go back to visit the "Zs" in ZZ land! Seriously, it's bad, especially for people like me! Anyhoos, like I said, today was profoundly unproductive, I tried to open a book to study and basically bathed the book with drool! So finally decided to just spend the day practically lazying around! And then I thought, "oooh, I can blog!". So here I am maybe a handful of lines into the entry and already the Zs are taunting me, it isn't much help that I'm practically typing this while lying on my bed, wearing....well, let's not go there or this would lead into a very different direction! Cheekiness!! Which reminds me, I have to take a shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5723832921534013035?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5723832921534013035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5723832921534013035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5723832921534013035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5723832921534013035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-day-another-bah.html' title='Another day, another &quot;bah&quot;....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-1882765612972548327</id><published>2008-02-11T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:33:39.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Checkin' In</title><content type='html'>Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the lunar new year, so Happy Chinese New Year people!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it actually, had the urge to announce that I'm fine after the beers and the gambling! Didn't lose a liver or lose a limb to loan sharks! lame-ness!!&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't guarantee if I'll still have my head after I sit for my semester assessment which is tomorrow for which I am actually fully prepared for, if only it was a test on how to play "Black Jack and Poker"!! Let's say it together now, I'm thoroughly screwed!! But then again, it's just a mock exam - so I keep telling myself! Gulp?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon-ish....if I still have my head!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-1882765612972548327?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/1882765612972548327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=1882765612972548327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1882765612972548327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1882765612972548327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-checkin-in.html' title='Just Checkin&apos; In'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-4366150002796908520</id><published>2008-01-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:57:38.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, A Silent Prayer....</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even dare wish all of you a happy new y***! It's freakin' 27 days late! Hah! Much has happened since my last entry, in my life and in general really! Seriously, contrary to popular belief, I'm not  that much of an egotistical pig, just a bit!! Hehe...Well, I've finally moved out of the hostel - hooray me!! - into a rented house nearer to town, oh no, no, no, Kuala Terengganu is a CITY now - hooray, erm...not really - anyhoos, I guess it's safe to say that I'm completely done with living in a hostel, happiness!!!! I think I have exhausted myself explainin' why I'm so glad to be out of the hostel, so let's not go into that shall we?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, moving on, things have been hectic lately, what with the semester coming to it's end, moving into the new pad, exams are right around the corner, but not before the Chinese New Year celebrations!! To booze, "ang pau's", gambling, and more booze!! Good times ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't celebrate thanksgiving, so I guess now is as a good time to give thanks as any. So let the sappy, emo, thoroughly "eeew" moments begin but promise you me, that it all boils down to a very important point in the end so bear with me yes?! Right, big shout out to my parents and my sisters, who practically taught me everythin I know, or if not, helped me know everything I know! Gosh, how some people can be so dependent, so naive, so clueless, so ignorant is just beyond me! I may not be totally independent, but at least I can proudly say that I can survive with the basics. Seriously people, complete reliance on others over what to do and every other freakin' decision is NOT sexy!! Independence is under-rated really! Boilin'!! Ah...deep breaths, deep breaths!! Don't wanna name names, it's just irritating and infuriating that's all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world lost 2 prominent and gifted figures since my last entry, a silent prayer goes out to the  late Benazhir Bhutto and Heath Ledger, and to their grieving family and friends. I know it's kinda odd to place the two names side by side, but both are great, amazing people whose amazing lives and work have touched many and offered much to help the people. Their untimely deaths lay proof to how fragile the human life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year's people ~ 27 days late!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-4366150002796908520?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/4366150002796908520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=4366150002796908520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4366150002796908520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4366150002796908520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-silent-prayer.html' title='A New Year, A Silent Prayer....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2833271487718337673</id><published>2007-12-12T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:27:04.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfair, Unjust, Undue</title><content type='html'>Today, I saw first hand how unjustifiable some (many) things are in this life. In many ways I understand why these unwarranted "precautions" are put into place where they are. That being said, it still does not feel right, it's almost agonizing to know that we still live in an age where many a things are taboo, many things are still too sensitive to talk, to educate about. In fact, many of these things are simply fundamentally misunderstood, misjudged or straight-up avoided by most society! If this were a perfect little world, well, I wouldn't know because, my dear, this is not a perfect little world - far from it in fact!! But then again, times change, mindset, attitudes evolve, human beings step up to face the challenge that is humanity itself. Just like the African American gain independence and standing in racist civilization, just like womanhood charged victorious against a sexist world, maybe one day....maybe one day. Come to think of it, the blacks are still being oppressed, women still harassed, ah, I wonder how the Jews are doing! Much to do, much to do.&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't particularly a good day, it wasn't bad just not good enough. As always, maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we segregate, the stigma arises; Once we integrate, the stigma goes"&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2833271487718337673?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2833271487718337673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2833271487718337673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2833271487718337673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2833271487718337673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/12/unfair-unjust-undue.html' title='Unfair, Unjust, Undue'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8824103661040943317</id><published>2007-12-10T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:15:17.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Wait....</title><content type='html'>.....to go back home!!! 9 more days and I'll be away from this god-forsaken place and touching and breathing the musky, dusty, and smoky air of civilization that is KL and Klang! Ah, HAPPINESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....for the goddamn writer's strike in the U.S to end! Return me mah beloved TV shows!! Do you know that Heroes has ended for the year?! And get this, it won't return until freakin' March!!! Argh!! That is provided the strike ends then!! Double FREAKIN' ARGH!! and that's just Heroes, what about Brothers and Sisters? And Grey's?? And Private Practice??? And Prison Break??? And Gossip Girl????? Yes, yes, I know I watch a lot of shows so sue me!! My eldest sis used to suggest that I hang the television set around my neck so I can watch it ALL THE TIME!! It's times like these when I'm thankful to have Naruto - the ONLY anime I watch, I swear!! Geeez, I need to find a something new to do while waiting for the return of mah fav shows!! Troublesome troublesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....for shopping!! It's the MEGA-SALE, although I have this notion that manufacturers/the people who run shops, hike up the price just before sales so in the end, it sums up to nearly the same amount and the word "SALE" is just another word on a piece of cardboard, but it's the whole reverse psychology thing and it just feels gooooods and I think I'm talking too much and I seriously think there should be a few full stops in this extremely long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....for my Aunty Amy, Uncle David and cousin Christine from England, yes I have "Ang-mo" relatives, to come visit in January!! Luckily I'll also be back in Klang then for the Chinese New Year break!! Wooohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....to move into the newly rented house. I've simply had enough of hostel life! Maybe it's the whole sharing room and toilet thing! Soon (but not soon enough), I'll have my own room - again. Can go naked as I please!! Bet you didn't need to know that!! Hehe.... Ah, the freedom of it all!! Nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....to find love anew - pretty self explanatory huh?! Highly unlikely though....issues issues issues!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....xoxo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8824103661040943317?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8824103661040943317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8824103661040943317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8824103661040943317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8824103661040943317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-wait.html' title='I Can&apos;t Wait....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-7304549710311514224</id><published>2007-12-06T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:38:20.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of The Little Things....</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how sometimes what seemed like the most insignificant things could catch you off guard and pleasantly surprise you? The monsoon has finally started here in KT, mornings are incredibly cold, drabby, moody, so much so you can taste the laziness in the air (yes, I'm being my dramatic self) but yeah, at the very least for me - I don't know about the machines takin' human form I live with but definitely for me! Yet again, I'm terribly lazy/nasty most mornings anyway!! Haha....What can I say, me likes the cold!! Except for cold shower that is....Humongous NO NO!! But that's another day.....&lt;br /&gt;Day breaks and the sun shines, yet amid the sweltering glare, there's a constant cool breeze that blows. Dusk brings with it a quaint calm, a peculiar serenity amid fierce winds.&lt;br /&gt;The rough sea is a sight to behold, I have never in my 22 years of life seen such waves, it's amazing how the waves roll in and hit the sandy beach!! Seriously, and no, I'm not out of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the wind, maybe it's nature, or maybe it's just peculiar me, but it's as if you're transported - for a while - to a better, calmer place where nothing really matters anymore! Sheesh, listen to me, I'm practically preaching!! Yikes!! Better stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediocrity, what quiet satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-7304549710311514224?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/7304549710311514224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=7304549710311514224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/7304549710311514224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/7304549710311514224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/12/of-little-things.html' title='Of The Little Things....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-1893042285374198433</id><published>2007-11-27T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:40:06.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perils.....</title><content type='html'>Someone wise once said,&lt;br /&gt;"You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget"!&lt;br /&gt;True no? Well, I told you he/she's someone wise....&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I want to remember who, I can't~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-1893042285374198433?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/1893042285374198433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=1893042285374198433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1893042285374198433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1893042285374198433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/11/perils.html' title='The Perils.....'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-194889470668386844</id><published>2007-11-25T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:02:11.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Apologies and Anonimity to the Power of 33</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, truly sorry for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insanely&lt;/span&gt; loooooong hiatus! If you're still reading this, a big thank u! Right, here would be the time I give you some lame-ass excuse about how busy I've been and how hectic things are in my awfully drama-laden life in med school - if you're thinking; seriously, drama-laden in med school? - seriously.....very seriously (hmmm....sounds wrong) But anyways, I have some dish to spill, actually many, many dishes (can you see the devilish smirk I have on me face?!) hehe...so, today my dear readers, I present to you the reason why my life is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;colourful &lt;/span&gt;(for lack of a better word) right now. Also, partly the reason why drama is always around the corner when it comes to yours truly! It's called.....you ready for it?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;course mates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The one with a rubbish bin for a stomach; scratch that, I should say selective rubbish bin coz cinnamon is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no-no&lt;/span&gt; in his case. Awfully smart though....hmmm....maybe I shouldn't eat cinnamon that much, but still, who doesn't like cinnamon?! But he's great! Of course, you wouldn't expect anything less from my roommate would ya?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fart-o-nator.....&lt;/span&gt;enough said! Haha.....elaborate?? Well, there's really nothing much to say is there....it's simple....if Beethoven was a piano prodigy, then this one is a farting prodigy! Seriously! He can even control the frequency, sound, and I would go as far as saying the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"odour"&lt;/span&gt; of it! Haha....oversharing no? well, that's probably his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;motto&lt;/span&gt; in life!! Some sick, twisted tendency to share his farts! Otherwise, he's a pretty good chap all around yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The tiny one who calls me the S.O.E - the source of all evil - seriously, me? Evil?? You gotta be kidding me!! Hehe....Haha...Hoohoo!! Anyhoos, he's a chinese boy - tiny lil' boy - but totally banana; speaks to chinese patients in the hospital.....in MALAY!! Has an awfully cute chinese name that sounds kinda like the noise mosquitoes make...ngeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Princess of GKL (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gao-Kai-Lui&lt;/span&gt; - basically it means big spender in hokkien), like many other girls, she would give up food for bags, shoes, clothes, make-up, perfume, products, seriously, the list goes on forever! Oh yes, if there's anyone who can sleep more than me, it's her! Awesomely fantastic friend, good company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The petite, pretty and feisty sister. What she lacks in height, she makes up in her kick-ass humour and ultra-nice personality. However, once you cross her, that's it!! Ultimately a cool chick to hang out with....now if only we could do somethin bout her mobile phone which seems like it's super-glued to her ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. His name is Stylo, James Stylo.....the kampung boy with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mucho stylos&lt;/span&gt;!! He's really not from a kampung la, he lived in MY hometown all his life but then again, he's FROM a kampung!! Eeeesh, I'm so gonna get wacked!! It's really not that difficult to indentify him....if you're drving or walking down a familiar road and you just happen to catch a glance of somethin' peculiar, e.g like a neon light or a traffic light out of place, well it's probably just him in one of his uber-bright &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ensemble&lt;/span&gt;. To confirm, you can always look for lavender coloured shoes....seriously, their lavender! All jokes aside (I'm not really kidding actually)....good chap....good looking too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The one who looks like he trains with those guys from 98&lt;span style=""&gt;˚ - &lt;/span&gt;if you don't know who they are, there's this thing called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"google"&lt;/span&gt;, it's very hot now, go try it! Plus, he's super cool, good to hang out with, drinking buddy, good-lookin but it seems only nasty-looking, stalker-prone girls keep falling for him...poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The one who in my opinion could win Miss India! Hehe....But she ain't Indian, so too bad la! She's one of my very first friends in this course. Extremely sweet, even sweeter than sweeteners! Don't get me wrong though, she has her "moments"!! She's the master of "the mornin' syndrome", so if you think I'm "McNasty" in the morning, well, I learned from the best! That said, she's the very limited people that I can proudly say that I would call my friend many many many years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The one that was not at all what I expected! She reminds me of one of my primary school classmates. Yes, I still keep in touch with my primary school friends, so bite me! Yups, she's one of those pretty, but awfully quiet ones. I used to think she had gold in her mouth coz she hardly ever spoke - to me at least - well, now that we're sorta living under the same roof (ah, keep ur dirty minds in check, it's a hostel roof, ok?!) I have to admit that I was really wrong about her. Surprisingly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Flaaaaaat!! Chaneling the fart-o-nator again!! Incredibly compromising person sometimes to preposterous proportions . Sweet, incredibly difficult to dislike. But sometimes, she's so nice, you feel like strangling her, if only for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The uber-responsible, commitment welcoming, totally nice and friendly one with the head thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The big sister, who's losing hair and has stained yellow teeth according to the fart-o-nator!! Hehe....She's one of the older ones among us, but heck, she looks younger than most of us here!! Seriously, I swear I didn't believe her when she told me her age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Nothing much to say about him except that well, could be a trifle annoying sometimes with his facts...otherwise, he's alright la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The one with the incredibly straight, long hair! Another petite one, feels like she only eats maggi mee!! I know, and she has that long hair! Serious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  The one from the land famous for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"siew pau"! &lt;/span&gt;Very responsible person. Her name sounds like the flower container. She's probably THE most reliable informant when you want to validate some news or gossip floating around. Oh yes, she may or may not have a physiological goitre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The tall one, everytime I talk to him, I feel like I'm about to sprain my neck, so I step back a bit (a lot actually) or I choose to talk to him when there are staircases around so that I can look him in the eye when I talk and not, well, up his nostrils....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. CK, Gucci, Prada and whatever-Cavalli outlets call him....yes....calls him, whenever there are some new items in the store....yes....new items...nope, not sale items....NEW items....oh yes...and who can forget the beemer named bambee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The Mrs. to the Mr. CK! Nice girl, but can sometimes go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kuku"&lt;/span&gt;....start pinching and biting people - but then again, she hasn't been doing that ever since she got together with Mr. Bambee. Yups, kinda miss having her around! Seems all she does nowadays is visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;French Connection UK &lt;/span&gt;stores, and when I say "stores" I don't literally mean "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;store&lt;/span&gt;" except maybe if you're thinking in the line of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FCUK&lt;/span&gt; in a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;store-room&lt;/span&gt;"??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The one who leaves a lot of hair.....dog hair! No, he's not a human-doggy mutant!! LAME - I know, but it's my blog and you're reading it....go figure!! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The one who looks like a gynae. Really, my sister took one look at him - in a GROUP photo - mind you, and says, " aiyo, he looks like a gynae!" Go figure! But then again, this is my sister who used to think that Aeron Kwok was cute.....eeew....the horrors of puberty, thank goodness she has since...."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aged&lt;/span&gt;"...hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The other big sister who's the roommate of the one who recently gave up her air-conditioned room coz she was about ready to melt in her old room. Confused yet?! This one strikes me as the motherly type. One who in future will juggle motherhood and career-woman with the ease of mercury sliding down the surface of a glass. She's poised, incredibly confident yet painfully humble too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I call him the walking dictionary! Looks like a lollipop....big head...thin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The one with a little bit of body odour.....I've said too much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I call him the walking encyclopedia of medicine. He has this sorta cool gift of photographic memory, and he has the brain storage capacity that rivals the titanic itself - ok, ok, I know I'm being a trifle dramatic but seriously....he's freakin smart it's borderlines scary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If a triangle has 3 edges, this one is the fourth edge! Me knows me nots makin any sense, but trust me, the situation is so, so, insensible, so what you want me to do ar?! Let me see if I can make more sense of this seemingly unresolving tangle. So it all started with one of my coursemates liking this other coursemate, but this other coursemate likes another coursemate but this latter coursemate doesn't really want to complicate a good friendship, cause it was clear (for everyone else anyway) that the coursemate I'm mentioning right now likes him(or her - beat me to death, I'm not naming names) Ah, the drama of it all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The used to be class flirt. I say "used to be" because I think, well, with flirtation come drama, plus, when you only have 18 ladies in the class, there's some major shortage to where you project flirtation to right?! Kekeke.....that said, he's a good friend. Never one with shortage of drama though! And people call me the drama-king! Sheeesh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The persistent romeo. The one whose mobile phone ended up in the bottom a flood-drain! The edge that in my opinion, loses the most in the end - when the end comes that is - but still, you never know right? Circumstances change, things change, I guess that's how writers of famous TV shows keep audiences coming back for more no?! But why waste a perfectly good and functioning mobile phone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The reluctant lover. Technically not lover la, as far as I know, but you don't say "the reluctant more-than-friends right?! Hehehe.....ah, why the drama? What's life without a lil' bit of drama no? But then again, this whole non-triangle business can put those soap dramas to shame - without the sex of course - hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The psycho one, used to be the most psychotic one, but nowadays she's lost her throne to an even more psychotic one....She's not really psychotic la, me thinks for the most part, she's misunderstood, but then again, how can one expect others to understand her when she comes up with sentences like, "I smell the stink smell?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The one with the hysterical laugh....sheesh....it's irritatin sometimes, nope, I take it back, it's  freakishly irritatin most of the time it borderlines insane! Seriously, have you ever seen Batman? The ones with the character "The Joker" in it? Well, it's like living in that movie with this person! The craziness is palpable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The one with the secret-keeping capacity of a teaspoon. Used to be close to me and many others, but her ways have swayed the formation of a considerable distance. I wonder if she's been misunderstood all this while, that we, not her is at fault. Yet, those are questions that I find most difficult to answer, or perhaps, those are questions that shall remain as they are, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The one they call the big fat pig, but it's just a tease, coz she ain't fat, can't even say that she's plump....well, maybe a bit.....erm....maybe if you compared her to the rest of the girls here....coz everyone else is either way too thin or borderline aneroxic! She can be quite clue-less sometimes, whether or not she's pretendin or not that's another matter la! She's also one of those people who has the secret-keeping capacity of a teaspoon! And her presentations can be uber-ly long-ish that's why most of the time, she's called the "Great Wall of China"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Miss-self-absorbed, miss-the-whole-world-revolves-around-me, miss-I-went-to-the-U.K-for-3-months-vacation-some-years-ago-and&lt;br /&gt;-somehow-the-accent-got- stuck-with-me-so-fuck-off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's me, well, nobody dishes about themselves right?! Aiyo!! I guess it's important to say that these descriptions are what these characters project to me, personally, it's my opinion at this moment in time. Who knows what will change? I may think differently of some or many or all of them tomorrow right?! If say for instance you are reading this and you happen to be my coursemate and well, just don't agree with me....well, then, you can always tell me la, or better yet, don't read MY BLOG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-194889470668386844?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/194889470668386844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=194889470668386844' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/194889470668386844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/194889470668386844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/11/of-apologies-and-anonimity-to-power-of.html' title='Of Apologies and Anonimity to the Power of 33'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-7542882565434498045</id><published>2007-10-03T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:51:24.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No explanations, it's just me</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, I know it's been a while....been busy, things have been pretty hectic around here if I may say so. Last week was my final week in the Internal Medicine block - for those of you who don't quite understand what you just read in the previous sentence, it basically means I can take a breather from the hospital! That dun mean I dislike hospital life, a person just needs a breather every once in a while! But then again, after 7 weeks in the wards, there's a lingering sense of attachment! Seriously, very emo huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, gotta say that I'm in one of my moods....again.....There are times, many times in fact, in my life, that I have chosen to distance myself away from certain circumstances, certain things, certain people. It's like second nature for me to leave something be when it becomes potentially dependable. Move on, away. Returning, if ever, only when said something no longer seem dependable onto me or me onto it. Maybe it's a fear of commitment, I don't know, but everytime I'm faced with these circumstances, I feel suffocated, compelled to just up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some may say that it's a form of fear of commitment, however, for example, if you get "involuntarily" stuck in a situation most unfavourable, isn't it just basic human instinct to leave, wash your hands clean and just stay the hell away from the sticky situation?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, my dear readers, you think that I'm commitment-shy, I say this to y'all.....&lt;br /&gt;I call it self-preservation!!  c yas.....soon-ish...lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-7542882565434498045?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/7542882565434498045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=7542882565434498045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/7542882565434498045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/7542882565434498045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-explanations-its-just-me.html' title='No explanations, it&apos;s just me'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5093687309872709374</id><published>2007-09-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:50:07.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fated, Farted, Fasted!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah, the fasting month is upon us! What a difference a day makes, one day things were normal, and when the sun rises the next day, you find yourself at a total loss of words....the supposedly opened 24hour KFC - that's kentucky fried chicken peeps - has it's shutters pulled down and locked so tightly it feels like they vacuum-packed the whole building so that not even a breath of tantalizing KFC-filled wisp of air leaks out!! Shits....the hunger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with much hope yet even more trepidation, you move to some other watering - or shall I say food - hole, may it be the hospital cafeteria or shops around the hospital area. Again, greeted with shutters and "closed" signs....Damn, it feels like the growling protest of the stomach could be heard from miles away. Disbelief, utter disbelief!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, if my life was a cartoon, it is likely that the people I see, or rather just about every living thing that I pass, would appear as a big and juicy slab of meat!!! Fucks....this ain't helping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is times like these when you are truly tested, if you happen to be a non-muslim living in a place where the majority is otherwise, not by your ability to fast, rather, by your ability to look for food!! Haha...Luckily, there is food to be found in the form of Chinatown!! It feels like thanksgiving came early this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who are wondering - and secretly praying - if I've starved to death yet, the answer is NO, I'm fine.....just hungry! But then again, I'm always hungry!! Hehe....c yas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113054827346340562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/RvU4Rn0TKtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JYyXhA24W4s/s320/DSC07902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ RUSILA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;don't let the smiley faces fool ya, this is pro' lly the worst place to have a tosai....ever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;other stuffs edible though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still, don't think we're coming back anytime soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5093687309872709374?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5093687309872709374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5093687309872709374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5093687309872709374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5093687309872709374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/09/fated-farted-fasted.html' title='Fated, Farted, Fasted!!'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/RvU4Rn0TKtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JYyXhA24W4s/s72-c/DSC07902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-7655160472435348916</id><published>2007-09-09T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:38:50.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelessly Addicted</title><content type='html'>I can feel it coming, the urge, the need, so insatiable, the yearning, the helplessness, vulnerability that which rivals a kitten trying to cross a busy road, so naked, the impossible feeling of surrendering to it, giving in, letting it take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came slowly but unquestionably; insidious this thing, somehow, someway, like I knew it would. Like it did countless times before. This thing that's been a part of me since.....I don't know when! Yet, I hate it not, but that doesn't mean I like it either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, contemplating, like a hopeless addict faced with his demons, in the dark corners of my mind, planning. Should I walk, no, run away? If I did, would I fall deeper into it's sinister clutches? Could I?? Would I manage without it? Questions, forever, in my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing, if only you knew, you'd probably lose it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this overwhelming need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONTENG!! Hehehehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, sorry peeps, if you know me, besides being a glorified drama king, I &lt;em&gt;"used"&lt;/em&gt; to be the person who plays truant as deftly as Jim Brickman plays his piano! And now, I'm experiencing what people would call....&lt;em&gt;withdrawal symptoms&lt;/em&gt;....still right now, conscience has the upper hand! (damn you conscience)!! I know I would be on the losing end if I do it now, but soon....yes......soon.......muahahaha &lt;em&gt;(evil)&lt;/em&gt;......seriously, I'm scaring myself! Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-7655160472435348916?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/7655160472435348916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=7655160472435348916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/7655160472435348916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/7655160472435348916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/09/hopelessly-addicted.html' title='Hopelessly Addicted'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5213368762961840131</id><published>2007-09-05T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:49:17.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things feel different</title><content type='html'>It's been nearly a week now since I returned to KT from Klang - gosh, it's so weird that I'm starting to truly consider excepting this place! Ahh....adaptation, what peculiar human behaviour! Things feel different this time around, as it should, I always knew in my heart that coming back here after the first visit home would be damn difficult, and it is, or rather it was for the past few days! But now that the cloudy facade of this being a holiday has lifted, I guess I can start &lt;em&gt;"accepting"&lt;/em&gt; - I know, say it with me people; &lt;em&gt;Gasp!!&lt;/em&gt; - this place as my potential &lt;em&gt;"home" (double-freakin-GASP!!)&lt;/em&gt; No, no, scrap that....not home, but rather a place to live in; then again, it's not like I'm left with much of a choice here am I?! Argh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5213368762961840131?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5213368762961840131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5213368762961840131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5213368762961840131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5213368762961840131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-things-feel-different.html' title='When things feel different'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8313815163942602093</id><published>2007-08-31T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:29:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porked!</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, I apologise beforehand if you find this title remotely offending, however it is......how do I put it.....&lt;em&gt;befitting&lt;/em&gt;.....to my entry today! For those of you who don't already know, I'm back in Klang, my hometown!! Hooray, and today was perfect with a capital P!! I woke up this morning in my fabulous bed - fabulous as in I've been sleeping in it for so long I can smell myself in the bed, oversharing no? Hehe....It's mah blog!! Nyways, guess what I had for breakfast?! The original, most authentic, absolutely scrumptious KLANG BAH KUT TEH!! My gosh, it was sooooooo good, I stuffed it all in so much I didn't need to have lunch - seriously, thank god for strecth-able stomach! Have I mentioned how good it feels to be back home?! Ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, as I predicted, went shopping with my sis and Justin in the revamped Subang Parade today. It's no longer the dodgy place it used to be, trust me, in fact I might go as far as saying that it's really a good place to hang out! Not kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time, my sis and Justin brought me to this PORK ribs place somewhere near Mont Kiara area - I know this because we past the "forever-dodgy-avoid-at-all-cost" Science Center! And man, PORK ribs and BEER, it's sooooo goooooods! I'm so damned stuffed right now it's amazing I can sit down and write this!! Hence (wow, &lt;em&gt;hence&lt;/em&gt;, my english teacher is gonna be so proud of me if she reads this - highly unlikely though) I'm gonna have to stop soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything must come to an end right? And this end is particularly horrifying! I'm going back to no-pork-land tomorrow night! Ahh, as predicted again....I don't wanna go! ARGH!! I'm gonna miss home so much, but then again, nothing beats the anticipation of coming home next right? Ah, just another 7 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one piece of information left....yesterday night when I got back home....I ate Bah Kua....if you don't know what it is....it's basically PORK!! Hehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8313815163942602093?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8313815163942602093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8313815163942602093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8313815163942602093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8313815163942602093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/08/porked.html' title='Porked!'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-1253160833971108899</id><published>2007-08-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:06:37.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>I'm going home!! I'm going home!! After what's feels like a whole lot of time (1month) here in the land of "zilch" entertainment, I'm finally going home! To Klang, land of glorious food and excitement; I don't even mind the filthy river ( technically it's not Klang river that's polluted, it's Gombak river that flows into Klang river! ) Hehe...seriously, I'm just giddy with excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I fear going back now would bring about some potentially ill consequences....ominous no?! Well, I predict there may be some degree of bed hugging or door hugging, some form unfruitful negotiations to stay a couple of days more when the time comes to leave and come back to this desolate place! Sad sad sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, think on the bright side, first thing I'm gonna do when I land in LCCT, COFFEE BEAN and MCDONALD's.....next, thank my sis soooooooooo much for comin to get me, reach home, bonggo - my dog (see below for picture - no, u got to go way down to my previous entries), warning! seeing my dog's picture might actually make u fall in love with me!! haha...then, a nice, loooooooong, HOT SHOWER - it's times like these when I wish that we still had a bath tub at home - and then I'm gonna go sleep....extra long....in my bed....next morning, BREAKFAST, I'll probably stuff up so much I don't need lunch but still, energy is needed for shopping, no?! Dinner with my sis, she promised to bring me to a place with the best PORK....yes....PORK RIBS!! My parents went to Miri for a holiday, aiyo, sad sad sad!! Back home, I'm predicting - no, not a prediction, more of a FACT - I'll be planting my ass into the sofa, in front of one of the world's most fabulous creation, ASTRO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreseeing a lot of moodiness and emo on Saturday....still, life goes on no?! But then again, life? Here? In KT? Seriously?? haih~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-1253160833971108899?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/1253160833971108899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=1253160833971108899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1253160833971108899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/1253160833971108899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/08/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-61672940411484745</id><published>2007-08-26T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:07:40.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Sleep, or Rather The Lack There Of!</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's been less than 3 weeks - seriously? it feels like 3 months already - since Year 3 of med school started and I'm already deprived of sleep!! Ah, sad sad sad! My most favourite past time next to eating and I ain't getting nearly enough of it! Argh....frustrating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say that this is the life of a doctor, I get it, I do, just in the mood to complain!! Yups, I get mighty nasty when I don't get mah sleep, so bite me!! Still, I can't be going to the wards with my face down to there, so the next most favourable option is to pent up all the sleepiness, tiredness, laziness, discontentness (hmm, does this word exist?), all the ness, suck it up and put on a brave, sympathetic and approachable face! And might I say I pull it off pretty well!! Ah, showmanship! Or some people would just call it two-faced smug; I personally prefer the former! Still it only takes one patient to make all the general negative-ness go away. Sympathy kicks in like caffeine in a triple shot venti cappuccino (ah, what I would give for a starbucks or coffee bean right now!) and I find myself silently giving thanks to be where I am, right then, on the other side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, like all great coffee, one can only hold out for so long. Caffeine clears from the system and tolerance level plummets to a depressing low, ease of being aggitated sky-rockets. It feels like I'm about to rip off the heads of some of the more annoying and irritating coursemates (namely the "-itis"s - it's an inside joke)! By this time though, it'll be late evening and I'll be well on my way back, frustration is replaced with nonchalance. The prospect of dinner, shower, and sleep (or at least rest) is like winning the lottery (lol....dramatic I know). Then it happens, the realization of a horrificly true fact.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's NO WATER HEATER YET so it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COLD SHOWER, AGAIN!!!!!!! F*@#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-61672940411484745?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/61672940411484745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=61672940411484745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/61672940411484745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/61672940411484745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-sleep-or-rather-lack-there-of.html' title='Of Sleep, or Rather The Lack There Of!'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8354934867465935846</id><published>2007-08-24T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:46:15.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Fabulous Faeces Fact #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shit Happens, Deal With It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, sorry it took so long to put up the second entry of my fabulous fact! LOL....But if you are in my shoes right now (and by shoes I mean my life as it is right now) , trust me, you would understand my predicament! Then again, it's life right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact today is pretty self explanatory no? Circumstances change the course of your life and it's best to adapt. Adapt right, and adapt fast! For life's unfair and karma's a bitch, bad things happen to good people all the time...believe me, in my line of work (well future work), I see it basically everyday! So change is inevitable....the poop has to fall somewhere, either into the toilet bowl or on your windscreen or anywhere else. You can whine, you can grumble, you can throw a pissy fit but at the end of the day you just got to deal with it one way or the other right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not skip the dramatic stress-inducing facade and just deal with things as they are eh?! Why do we dwell in the past instead of living in the now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102288383960382690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/Rs74QIuPfOI/AAAAAAAAABc/5l3BhvMnZPU/s400/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~yes, that's Bah Kut Teh! In Chinatown Kuala Terengganu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the first time I had BKT with chopsticks! Totally weird! But totally GOOOODssss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Klang ones are better though! ah, miss home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : MV, if you are reading this, my msn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:khaihon_ng@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;khaihon_ng@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8354934867465935846?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8354934867465935846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8354934867465935846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8354934867465935846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8354934867465935846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/08/fridays-fabulous-faeces-fact-2.html' title='Friday&apos;s Fabulous Faeces Fact #2'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/Rs74QIuPfOI/AAAAAAAAABc/5l3BhvMnZPU/s72-c/DSC00222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-9132359780834736074</id><published>2007-08-20T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:44:31.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Confucius, The Case of the Missing M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are things in this life that shouldn’t be meddled with, things that shouldn’t be taken lightly, things that are so utterly important, so incredibly significant that even a wisp of change will bring about chaos of catastrophic proportions. Such things are so delicate and intricately intertwined with normal living behaviour that any change just don’t make no sense, yet, change happens, and you end up having Friday and Saturday as your weekend! Come on man, it’s just impossible to compute! SUNDAY, A WORKING DAY??????!!!!! How freaking f*#$-ed up is that?! Aiseh…..shits…depressed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling I’m living in an alternate reality right now, weekdays just feel longer than usual, weekends feel like they fly by in a blink of an eye. I firmly believe it’s the screwed up weekend system. Maybe I still haven’t gotten used to the idea, maybe maybe maybe, but can you blame me for refusing to accept that the state I live right now is probably one in a handful (or should I say hand-less) of places in THIS WHOLE GREAT BIG WIDE world to have a Friday-Saturday weekend??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so mind-blowingly confusing sometimes, I wake up knowing that it’s the third day in a week I’ve woken up early, but it’s only Tuesday….confused? Welcome to mah world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess there’s nothing silly lil’ me can do about this “catastrophe” except to accept it right? When I finally decide to leave it be, something even more terribly confusing about this place presents itself in all its agonizingly myth-like mockery to life….…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;………...there’s……………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………...no…………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………..MCDONALD’S in KUALA TERENGGANU!! Arghhhhh……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100760805827116242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/RsmK7YuPfNI/AAAAAAAAABU/D6Gim1BR1Tk/s400/IMG_6177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~very beach ready no?? well, at least 3 of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from left; Nelson the Fart-o-nator, Khang How the walking Medical Library, Kim Hoon the roommate, yours truly, and Khai Yang the copycat who shares the same middle name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-9132359780834736074?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/9132359780834736074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=9132359780834736074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/9132359780834736074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/9132359780834736074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/08/confusing-confucius-case-of-missing-m.html' title='Confusing Confucius, The Case of the Missing M'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/RsmK7YuPfNI/AAAAAAAAABU/D6Gim1BR1Tk/s72-c/IMG_6177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5441988347405555717</id><published>2007-08-10T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:06:37.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keropok Lekorized</title><content type='html'>One thing you cannot miss in KT (just like mosques only edible) is &lt;em&gt;keropok lekor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;it's sorta like the famous non-healthy indulgent food here, it's a fish keropok but not the crispy kind, instead it's the squishy long things that looks really dodgy but hey, never try never know right?! Seriously, when driving along KT you can see people selling them by the side of the road every single mile without fail. So yesterday we were brought to the supposedly "MOST FAMOUS" keropok lekor store in KT a.k.a &lt;em&gt;Keropok Lekor Kak Yah!&lt;/em&gt; It was surprisingly nice but the thing is they sold them in packets of 8 and alas, I didn't have the wisdom to think to share, so I greedily bought a whole pack for myself! Let's put it this way, there wasn't any room left for breathing when I was done with the thing and I think I've had enough of the oily stuff to last me, well, my whole lifetime perhaps?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the fact that I'm writing a post today means that the internet connection in my campus is up and running - finally - but it's still screwy at best. I had to wait nearly 5 mintues just to sign into my blog! Aiyoyo~ but at least it's up, and I have contact with the civilized world even though it's a screwed up contact la...Still no Wifi though...need to use the LAN line in the PC lab....please don't ask me what's Wifi or LAN....me &lt;em&gt;tak taus!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still feels like I'm on vacation right now, but come Sunday (yes, isn't it sad that my weekends are now on Friday and Saturday?!) I think things will be pretty hectic. Ward duties throughout the day and on calls at night! Aiseh...somehow I feel like this is the calm before the storm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5441988347405555717?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5441988347405555717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5441988347405555717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5441988347405555717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5441988347405555717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/08/keropok-lekorized.html' title='Keropok Lekorized'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-5968137207049041528</id><published>2007-08-08T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:04:32.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Hello!</title><content type='html'>Goodbye my dear family, goodbye my friends, goodbye my cute doggy-dog Bonggo, goodbye bah kut teh, goodbye delicious chicken rice, goodbye savoury chocolate brownies, goodbye swimming pool, goodbye gym, goodbye people I say “hi” to but fail to remember their names, goodbye my dearest coffee bean / starbucks, goodbye shopping malls, goodbye cinema, goodbye astro, goodbye E!, goodbye goodbye goodbye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kuala Terengganu……erm…..uhhhh…..land of gazillion mosques!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-5968137207049041528?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/5968137207049041528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=5968137207049041528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5968137207049041528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/5968137207049041528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye-hello.html' title='Goodbye, Hello!'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8598077266226027541</id><published>2007-07-31T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:25:57.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty emo</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my trip to Singapore, possibly the last one I will have in a while, since I'm leaving for KT this Friday.....ahhhh, I'm so sad! The trip was great, but I'm not in the mood to talk about it....it's one of those freakishly emo days for me, conflicting emotions that leave me at a lost for words right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that's not enough, there's the thing that's constantly prodding at the back of my mind, the question that I have been dreading to answer! Ah, this was not how I planned to spend my birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8598077266226027541?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8598077266226027541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8598077266226027541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8598077266226027541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8598077266226027541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/07/mighty-emo.html' title='Mighty emo'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-4639540208967376682</id><published>2007-07-26T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:19:04.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations temptations, continued</title><content type='html'>I actually wanted to write in yesterday but my internet connection was screwy, seriously, I am not addicted to Prison Break! I have to admit, after I posted my last post, I did fell asleep....in the middle of episode 11 of prison break! :) But it's definitely not because the show was boring ok! Well anyways, last monday a couple of my friends and I went to a cafe at Bangsar Village 2 called "delicious" and we had THE MOST AWESOME, MOST MOUTH WATERING piece of chocolate brownie I have ever tasted in my whole 21++ years of existence! Maybe I'm being a triffle dramatic but it really is that good! If you ever get a craving for chocolate brownies, please go to this place....it's a bit price-y though at RM10++ a pop but it's worth every penny of it! The oozing hot chocolate sauce and the ice cream topping....shits, I have the urge to go get me some right now! :-P The cafe itself looks like something out of an episode of Sex and The City, where the girls usually have their breakfast gathering. There's people my sister and I would aptly call,"the wannabes", sitting there with their shiny designer bags and big insect-like shades (someone needs to tell them that it's not really that bright in the cafe!), there's also the "datin pack" with the big shiny jewellery and batik(or as I like to say, &lt;em&gt;housecoat&lt;/em&gt;), and then there are the real people, like me with my ultra-trendy......flip flops, who go there for the food! That being said, the place is really comfortable and a nice hang out place but it is majorly packed especially on weekends by none other than the wannabes! I told myself I would take a picture of the brownie when I last went, but alas, when the brownie was served, all inhibitions were gone and everyone dove right in it, right until the very last drop of choco ooze(no, I did not lick the plate - I'm civilized, really - plus, I think if I did, the datins would have a myocardial infarction right then and there, now that would be dramatic!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-4639540208967376682?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/4639540208967376682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=4639540208967376682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4639540208967376682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4639540208967376682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/07/temptations-temptations-continued.html' title='Temptations temptations, continued'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2164329267282194706</id><published>2007-07-24T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:29:29.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations temptations, Part 1</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, I'm back from all the poop talk last Friday. I realised today that, though I may have plenty of crap fact to share, it still won't be sufficient to last. Hence (wah, &lt;em&gt;hence&lt;/em&gt;, me england is the very powderful!) I have decided that not every Friday is fabulous fact worthy! Don't worry though, the crap will come when you least expect it - kinda like LS due to food poisoning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I was really lazy to write in over the weekend. Mostly coz I was busy watching Prison Break! I have to admit that I misjudged the show when it first came on TV and dismissed my second sister when she urged me to follow the show by saying, "You only watch it coz Wentworth Miller is on it!" Little did I know back then that I would be so, so, so &lt;em&gt;I wouldn't say in love&lt;/em&gt;, but rather &lt;em&gt;intrigued&lt;/em&gt; by the show. The story is amazing, kudos to the show's writers, so far ( I'm only at episode 10 of season 1 - so no spoilers please!). Plus, that Wentworth Miller, who's at the centre of the story, isn't exactly hard on the eyes either, I get why the girls, &lt;em&gt;and some guys&lt;/em&gt;, would like this show. Sarah Wayne Callies, who plays the goody resident prison doctor is hot! However, sadly for certain guys, the eye-candy meter drops, &lt;em&gt;plummets&lt;/em&gt;, to a complete NIL after that! It is after all the story of a bunch of cons trying to break out of prison! To keep it short, WM's character, Michael Scoffield orchestrates a perfect crime in order to get into the same prison as his brother Lincoln Burrows, played by Dominic Purcell - you may remember him in such awesomely bad roles as the devil in &lt;em&gt;Blade Trinity,&lt;/em&gt; but his performance as a convict on death row is golden here - is in for a crime he didn't commit. Don't bother about the difference in last names right now, just watch to find out! The said crime is the alleged murder of the Vice-president's brother. The vice-president is played uberly bitchy by Patricia Wettig who's also in Brothers and Sisters, which is another awesome show! Anyhoos, once inside the prison begins Michael's mission to escape, along with his brother with the help of some other thugs and a very awesome body tattoo that's actually a sketch of the prison map! Intrigued yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even writing this I have the urge to continue watching the following episode, but I am adamant, determined to not give in and to sleep after I finish this post. For you who don't know, sleep is a very important, integral part of me being me! So for me to lose sleep, I must be plenty taken by this show! OK then, I'm practically typing with my eyes closed - forgive the typos if any - so I'm signing off! Nites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back for part 2 soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2164329267282194706?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2164329267282194706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2164329267282194706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2164329267282194706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2164329267282194706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/07/temptations-temptations-part-1.html' title='Temptations temptations, Part 1'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-4548239307898265179</id><published>2007-07-20T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:45:08.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Fabulous Faeces Fact #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everyone Looks At Their POO After Finishing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Oprah, "Everyone does it, staring at their poop. I do it! Britney does it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supremely excited today coz today I get to be my disgusting self in all it's glory! But seriously, everyone does it! You may think you don't, but you do! It doesn't matter what kind of poop it is; whether it is NS(normal &lt;em&gt;sai - sai is poop in hokkien)&lt;/em&gt;, LS(&lt;em&gt;lao sai - diarrhoea)&lt;/em&gt;, or even KS(&lt;em&gt;Kek sai - constipated poop) &lt;/em&gt;you tend to look into the bowl after you've done the deed! Come on, don't tell me after you battle with yourself - may it be in the squating stance or the more laid back sitting contemplation stance - you shut your eye and flush?! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think it's disgusting, this twisted human nature to look at poop, but it really isn't. In fact, your poop says a lot about you - health wise la...To make it simple, normal poop should be a nice light brown colour and it should float and it should have a nice curvy shape, like an "S" or a banana shape. This is another reason why people should really use the sitting contemplation stance unit instead of the squating unit, coz the squating one can only tell you the colour of your product! It may bring faster delivery, but at the end, what you get is just a pile of dung! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, for those who don't know me, you must think I'm a sick %*#@ right about now, but let me explain, I'm a medical student, that's how I know about this shit! :-P Now you know there are 2 kinds of medical students.....the nerds who walk into walls, and the crazies, like moi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-4548239307898265179?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/4548239307898265179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=4548239307898265179' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4548239307898265179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/4548239307898265179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/07/fridays-fabulous-faeces-fact-1.html' title='Friday&apos;s Fabulous Faeces Fact #1'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8734430341589417</id><published>2007-07-20T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:10:04.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of blood and water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it a bad sign that I'm out of things to write when I'm just into my 3rd post? Hmmm... Gary, you still think I'm the writer-type? Right, speaking of Gary, well, he's sorta like my cousin. Not convinced? I dare you to try and decipher my family tree - he's my grandma's(on my dad's side) sister's grandson! Ta-dah! In other words, he's my dad's cousins' son. Gosh, I didn't know I can use so many 's-ses in one sentence....I think it's grammatically wrong to do so, but I'm not exactly sitting for my IELTS now am I, so &lt;em&gt;rojakla! &lt;/em&gt;Gary's blog is fantastic, go check it out, he's on my &lt;em&gt;blog read list. &lt;/em&gt;Actually, he's the one who got me into blogging, so big THANKS to ya! This whole "distant" cousin thingy got me wondering if such things really do exist?! Can you really be "distant" to your own relative? To your own blood? And what if you find yourself "closer" to your "distant" relative compared to that of your immediate relative? In the context of blood, where science had it so simple, A, B, AB, or O, I can't help but wonder, is blood the only tie that binds us to each other? My dad used to tell me and my sisters that family is most important, that friends can come and go. But what if certain friends become more important and more significant in your life than your relatives? At the end of the day, is blood really that much thicker than water??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heavy thoughts aside, I got a very interesting and informative text from my aunt today. She told me that I should be careful what I put in my blog - yes, I have very hip and happening blog-reading, IT savvy aunties - and come to think of it, the things she told me are very true, so I'm removing the picture of the "BUTT PIRATE" novel from my previous post! So if you missed out on that very interesting picture, too bad la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I think I should stop here....it's late and my dog, Bonggo - please do not make fun of my dog's name - needs to pee. Seriously, he has the worst pee and poo timing ever! It's 1 freakin' a.m and he needs to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088968648471150850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/Rp-mBfU5AQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tN2ivbF2g3Q/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~erm, I sorta need to pee........like, right now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of poo....hehe....log on tomorrow for my very first, "Friday's Fabulous Faeces Fact!" Hahaha....seriously, it's not for the faint hearted. I got the idea from a blog I read that weighed the pros and cons of dog shit versus cat poo....seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8734430341589417?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8734430341589417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8734430341589417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8734430341589417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8734430341589417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-blood-and-water.html' title='Of blood and water'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/Rp-mBfU5AQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tN2ivbF2g3Q/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-2423994772533831965</id><published>2007-07-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:04:42.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of anticipation and realisations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So with bated breath I logged on to my blog to see if there were any visitors and comments on my very first ever-in-my-lifetime-blog, and there it was ............. "0 comments"; and so it was that khaihon.blogspot.com would come to an end; at my tombstone shall be written; " Here Lies Khai Hon, noone visitted his blog"....goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no seriously, I think I'm too obnoxious to leave silently! Plus, I'm rather thankful that the blog doesn't really tell you how many visitors you had, that's how I'm consolling myself la! Many, many have come to read my blog, it's just that they were too lazy-assed to leave a comment! OK! Great! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhooos, it was an interesting day today - here the blogger would like to say that he's not the kind of blogger who goes on describing every minute of his waking moment in his sorta interesting day, coz seriously, he doesn't think ppl would care if he brushed his teeth or not - shits, I gotta stop referring to myself in the 3rd person, so not cool~ OK then, this is taking more time then I expected! Sooooo, as I was saying, I was at Starbucks la dis evening, (the one in Jaya Jusco Klang), I ordered a venti caramel frapuccino (it was too hot a day to order a cappuccino) - I bet you didn't wanna know that! - so this barista and I were talking ( I'm very friendly, no?), and she asked me where I was from, so I was like, "Huh? Klang la!" and she went, "really?? coz you look like you're from PJ or Subang" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, fast forward, as I was walking to the car ( the trusted transformer car, MyVi) enjoying mah-oh-so-nice frapuccino (sorry ya, no picture la), I couldn't help but wonder, do ppl generally separate others into where they come from ? like a class system?? and if they do, how many points does a person from Klang get?? (judging by her -the barista's- reaction, I'd say, not much) which is totally unfair coz Klang is WONDERFUL, a tad dirtyla but compensate with the oh-so-wonderful bah kut teh!! and if I get kudos for looking like I'm from PJ or Subang, what about ppl from KL? Here I'm guessing the closer you are to a big city, the more points you get! Geeez..whatever happened to not judging a book by it's covers eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously, go think about it and let me know.....and if you, yes you, choose to be lazy assed again, it's OK, (channeling Arnie) "I'LL BE BACK!"&lt;br /&gt;Cheerioz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088204281731416274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/Rpzu1fU5ANI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z0pZGrdQe04/s320/untitled2.bmp" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who knew back then he would be governor today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see? don't judge a book by it's cover!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*unless it's just too dodgy to ignore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Blogger has removed a picture from here for fear of being sued! :-(*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-2423994772533831965?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/2423994772533831965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=2423994772533831965' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2423994772533831965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/2423994772533831965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-anticipation-and-realisations.html' title='Of anticipation and realisations'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/Rpzu1fU5ANI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z0pZGrdQe04/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205887921315834155.post-8812509547440530677</id><published>2007-07-16T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:04:23.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of new beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Khai Hon has arrived! Khai Hon is a blogger! Khai Hon has a blog space of his own! OK, I'm referring to myself in the third person, if you don't find that remotely depressing or downright scary, I suggest you should go seek professional help! But seriously, I can't believe that I am writing my own blog! See, you have to understand - if you don't know moi- that I, am completely and utterly hopeless when it comes to anything of this sorts; "this sorts" being things that are either IT related or things pertaining to the 3 big W's, yups, the WORLD WIDE WEB! I mean don't get me wrong, I know how to navigate my way through the internet, it's just that when it comes to creating my own stuff, i.e a blog, I find myself stuck in a stupendous rut! I just don't know how to get around it, I know it's hard to believe since it's the 21st century and it seems almost everyone on the planet is blogging but you do not want to know how long it took me to even create this blog account! Seriously, YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW! So, here I am, and yup, I see it fit to brag - Khai Hon has a blog~lol! And yes, for those of you who are snickering with cynicism right about now, I know that there isn't a big 'ol spider spinning an actual web as wide as the world OK?! Khai Hon is not THAT ignorant! Cheerioz~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087809909244362946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="96" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/RpuIJ_U5AMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3mtSwgmsUgE/s400/untitled.bmp" width="219" border="0" /&gt;                              ......seriously, how sure are you there isn't a spider?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205887921315834155-8812509547440530677?l=khaihon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/feeds/8812509547440530677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205887921315834155&amp;postID=8812509547440530677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8812509547440530677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205887921315834155/posts/default/8812509547440530677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaihon.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-new-beginnings.html' title='Of new beginnings'/><author><name>khaihon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483068039031401397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/R--rlwq_sZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XB83FkNcNVs/S220/DSCN0139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1GnOVWWYdc/RpuIJ_U5AMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3mtSwgmsUgE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
