<?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-17395170</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:10:55.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Downward Spiral</title><subtitle type='html'>You can have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you HURT.
If I could start again,
A million miles away.
I will keep myself,
I will find a way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-7108071475255890651</id><published>2008-05-31T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:48:14.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm holdin' on your rope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Got me ten feet off the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm hearin' what you say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I just can't make a sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tell me that you need me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then you go and cut me down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tell me that you're sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Didn't think I'd turn around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That it's too late to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I said it's too late to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd take another chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take a fall, take a shot for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need you like a heart needs a beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But it's nothin' new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I loved you with a fire red,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now it's turnin' blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sorry, like an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Heaven let me think was you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I'm afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's too late to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I said it's too late to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's too late to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I said it's too late to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's too late to apologize. YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I said it's too late to apologize. YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm holdin' on your rope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; got me ten feet off the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onerepublic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-7108071475255890651?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/7108071475255890651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=7108071475255890651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/7108071475255890651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/7108071475255890651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2008/05/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-8127123407980398050</id><published>2008-04-07T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:47:00.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the month for April</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We are young&lt;br /&gt;heartache to heartache we stand&lt;br /&gt;No promises no demands&lt;br /&gt;but love is a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are strong&lt;br /&gt;no-one can tell us we're wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Searching our hearts for so long&lt;br /&gt;Both of us knowing&lt;br /&gt;love is a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're begging me to go&lt;br /&gt;then making me stay -&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hurt me so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would help me to know&lt;br /&gt;do I stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;Or am I the best thing you've had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me&lt;br /&gt;believe me&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you why&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trapped by your love&lt;br /&gt;and I'm chained to your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are young&lt;br /&gt;heartache to heartache we stand&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm losing control&lt;br /&gt;will you turn me away or touch me deep inside'&lt;br /&gt;And when all this gets old&lt;br /&gt;will it still feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no way this will die&lt;br /&gt;But if we get much closer&lt;br /&gt;I could lose control&lt;br /&gt;And if your heart surrenders you'll need me to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are young&lt;br /&gt;heartache to heartache we stand&lt;br /&gt;. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a battlefield -&lt;/em&gt; Pat Benetar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-8127123407980398050?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/8127123407980398050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=8127123407980398050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/8127123407980398050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/8127123407980398050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-of-month-for-april.html' title='Song of the month for April'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-7671863755298175120</id><published>2008-03-27T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:55:19.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salesperson must listen to music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Song of the Month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have eyes that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lead me on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a body that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shows me death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your lips look like they were made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For something else but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They just suck my breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want your pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To taste why you're ashamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know you're not just what you say to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not the only moment you're made of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so sudden and sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All legs, knuckle, knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head's blown clean off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mouth's paid off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck me 'til we know it's unsafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll paint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the evidence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you wanting me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want what I see in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give me something to be scared of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't give me something to satisfy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so sudden and sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All legs, knuckle, knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head's blown clean off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mouth's paid off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck me 'til we know it's unsafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll paint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the evidence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want your pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To taste why you're ashamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know you're not just what you say to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not the only moment you're made of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so sudden and sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All legs, knuckle, knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head's blown clean off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mouth's paid off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck me 'til we know it's unsafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll paint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the evidence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence&lt;em&gt; - Marilyn Manson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-7671863755298175120?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/7671863755298175120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=7671863755298175120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/7671863755298175120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/7671863755298175120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2008/03/salesperson-must-listen-to-music.html' title='Salesperson must listen to music'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-2795999146405354320</id><published>2007-12-31T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:52:40.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rounding up 2007</title><content type='html'>To summarize, in 2007, I&lt;br /&gt;i)graduated (like finally!)&lt;br /&gt;ii)officially a public transport taker (bikeless and saving up for a car!!)&lt;br /&gt;iii)got a full-time job (no more bumming around!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... here to the new year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;i) quit smoking (for the past 6534654 years)&lt;br /&gt;ii) earn 60k (1st work year)&lt;br /&gt;iii) buy a car (less than 1.6l can liao...for transport purposes nia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes for yr 2008:&lt;br /&gt;i) USD to wake up (WAKE UP!!!)&lt;br /&gt;ii) tio chinese new yr toto (1st prize only i win)&lt;br /&gt;iii) major computer brands like Lenovo, HP, and Dell to go bankrupt (then Fujitsu take over the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAJAJAJAJAJJAJAAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;till then....happy new year everyone and may you all get high tonite!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Party like it's 1999!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm coming to find you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it takes me all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrong until you make it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't forget you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least I'll try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And run, and run tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wasn't shopping for a doll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To say the least, I thought I've seen them all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then you took me by surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dreaming bout those dreamy eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew, I never knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take your suitcase, cause I don't mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And baby doll, I meant it every time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't need to compromise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dreaming bout those dreamy eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew, I never knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's alright...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright -&lt;/em&gt; The Killers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-2795999146405354320?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/2795999146405354320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=2795999146405354320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/2795999146405354320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/2795999146405354320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2007/12/rounding-up-2007.html' title='Rounding up 2007'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-8958127362139747226</id><published>2007-08-08T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T02:52:43.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><content type='html'>Something special is coming up in the next 146 days.&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-8958127362139747226?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/8958127362139747226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=8958127362139747226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/8958127362139747226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/8958127362139747226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-9167974447754407059</id><published>2007-07-27T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T01:08:36.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>system of a down</title><content type='html'>I'm a fucking let down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a useless child.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the cause of the problems.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought this kind of things would happen to me but it did.&lt;br /&gt;It's always my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't things be like when we were young?&lt;br /&gt;Simply not in tune for my convocation (the single most glorious day of my life) later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You sit there in your heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Waiting on some beautiful boy to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To save you from your old ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You play forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Watch it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Here he comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He doesnt look a thing like Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But he talks like a gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like you imagined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you were young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can we climb this mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Higher now than ever before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know we can make it if we take it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let's take it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Easy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Watch it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We're burning down the highway skyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On the back of a hurricane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That started turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you were young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you were young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And sometimes you close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And see the place where you used to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you were young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They say the devil's water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ain't so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You dont have to drink right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you can dip your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Every once in a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You sit there in your heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Waiting on some beautiful boy to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To save you from your old ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You play forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Watch it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Here he comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He doesnt look a thing like Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But he talks like a gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like you imagined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you were young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (talks like a gentleman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (like you imagined)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you were young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I said he doesnt look a thing like Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He doesnt look a thing like Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you were young&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-9167974447754407059?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/9167974447754407059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=9167974447754407059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/9167974447754407059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/9167974447754407059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2007/07/system-of-down.html' title='system of a down'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-6088612330831032585</id><published>2007-07-13T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T11:31:00.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>courage???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIaE2urv89U/RpbxWjKUY5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wC70iqfQISY/s1600-h/courage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIaE2urv89U/RpbxWjKUY5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wC70iqfQISY/s320/courage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086518198859490194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seriously mentally unstable...........&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Time to down the alcohol and move your body tonite!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;see you mofos at liquid gold and MOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Honestly what will become of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; don't like reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's way too clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But really life is daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We are what we don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Missed everything daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Traveling I only stop at exits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wondering if I'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Young and restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Living this way I stress less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The pain sets it and I don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well the dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Die die die die die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well the dogs were barking at a new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hoping it would come soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the rain forgot how to bring salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the dogs were barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelly furtado - All good things (come to an end)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-6088612330831032585?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/6088612330831032585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=6088612330831032585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/6088612330831032585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/6088612330831032585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2007/07/courage.html' title='courage???'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIaE2urv89U/RpbxWjKUY5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wC70iqfQISY/s72-c/courage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-4131449145539369849</id><published>2007-07-12T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:54:42.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In this farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There’s no blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There’s no Alibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ‘Cause I’ve Drawn Regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of a Thousand Lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Pre-Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So let Mercy Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And Wash Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What I’ve Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll face myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To Cross out what I’ve Become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Erase Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And let Go of What I’ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Put to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What you Thought of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; While I clean this Slate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With the Hands of Uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Pre-Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For What I’ve Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And whatever pain may come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Today this ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m Forgiving What I’ve Done!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What I’ve Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forgiving What I’ve Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i've done - linkin park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life so far after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines and have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. does my future really lies overseas???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-4131449145539369849?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/4131449145539369849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=4131449145539369849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/4131449145539369849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/4131449145539369849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ive-done.html' title='what i&apos;ve done'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-117086726583553730</id><published>2007-02-08T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:54:25.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st prize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/1600/206933/DSCF0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/320/200339/DSCF0148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!st time win 1st prize in any lucky draw in my life!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;W00T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand new 30 gig iPOD Video black colour for sale!!!&lt;br /&gt;Any takers???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Steve walks warily down the street,&lt;br /&gt;with the brim pulled way down low&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet,&lt;br /&gt;machine guns ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready, Are you ready for this&lt;br /&gt;Are you hanging on the edge of your seat&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doorway the bullets rip&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;And another one gone, and another one gone&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm gonna get you too&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;How do you think I'm going to get along,&lt;br /&gt;without you, when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You took me for everything that I had,&lt;br /&gt;and kicked me out on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy, are you satisfied&lt;br /&gt;How long can you stand the heat&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doorway the bullets rip&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man&lt;br /&gt;And bring him to the ground&lt;br /&gt;You can beat him&lt;br /&gt;You can cheat him&lt;br /&gt;You can treat him bad and leave him&lt;br /&gt;When he's down&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doorway the bullets rip&lt;br /&gt;repeating the sound of the beat&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another one bites the dust&lt;/span&gt; - Queen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-117086726583553730?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/117086726583553730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=117086726583553730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/117086726583553730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/117086726583553730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2007/02/1st-prize.html' title='1st prize'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-117005301391456121</id><published>2007-01-29T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:43:33.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/1600/881691/logo%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/320/715085/logo%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/1600/995581/logo%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/320/467165/logo%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/1600/127448/logo%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/320/648141/logo%205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/1600/2157/logo%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/320/684401/logo%206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/1600/91716/logo%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/320/504330/logo%207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/1600/77313/logo%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7400/1675/320/401421/logo%208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the love ppl. Tell everyone to come down.&lt;br /&gt;Tell your ah gong, ah ma, ah pa , ah ma, ah kor, ah di, ah jie, ah mei, ah gao, ah meow, ah beng, ah seng, ah huay, ah lian to all come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not the one who drew the pics and my name is not Teo Hong Wei either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-117005301391456121?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/117005301391456121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=117005301391456121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/117005301391456121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/117005301391456121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2007/01/spread-love.html' title='Spread the love'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-116458632785218724</id><published>2006-11-27T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T08:39:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suay kia in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm lying alone with my head on the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking of you till it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you hurt too but what else can we do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tormented and torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could carry your smile and my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For times when my life feels so low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring&lt;br /&gt;When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you were right believing for so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to come back and carry me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away from this long lonely nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does the feeling seem oh so right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what would you say if I called on you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And said that I can't hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no easy way, it gets harder each day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, what are you thinking of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you thinking of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, what are you thinking of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you thinking of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I know you were right believing for so long&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All out of love - &lt;/em&gt;Air Supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFT..............definitely not my time with the ridiculously difficult exam papers, the increment in the breakdown frequency of my bike and the untimely combustion of my motherboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed getting further down the spiral. pui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGG liao lah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-116458632785218724?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/116458632785218724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=116458632785218724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/116458632785218724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/116458632785218724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/11/suay-kia-in-house.html' title='suay kia in the house'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-116173614275813959</id><published>2006-10-25T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T08:29:02.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i have more time?</title><content type='html'>Less than 1 month from exams and i haven even started my revision. Buried under tons of assignments and the famous Final-Year-Pain aka Fuck-You-Project aka Final Year Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up the whole night cracking my brains over the gaming assignment has totally rendered me into and official walking zombie. And killing my brain cells with fags has left me gasping for fresh air. The nose's sort of block and I can feel the fever coming. I'm a total wreck at this point that it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all the grumbling, my better half has gotten the better of me to come up with all sorts of nonsence for you porn watchers out there. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30 things you learn from porn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Women wear high heels to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Men are never impotent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. When going down on a woman 10 seconds is more than satisfactory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. If a woman gets busted masturbating by a strange man, she will not scream with embarrassment, but rather insist he have sex with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Women smile appreciatively when men splat them in the face with sperm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Women enjoy having sex with ugly, middle-aged men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Women moan uncontrollably when giving a blowjob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Women always orgasm when men do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. A blowjob will always get a woman out of a speeding ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. All women are noisy cummers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. People in the 70's couldn't cum unless there was a wild guitar solo in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Those tits are real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. A common and enjoyable sexual practice for a man is to take his half-erect penis and slap it repeatedly on a woman's butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Men always groan "OH YEAH!" when they cum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. If there is two of them they "high five" each other. (and the girl isn't disgusted!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Double penetration makes women smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. Asian men don't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. If you come across a guy and his girlfriend having sex in the bushes,the boyfriend won't bash seven shades of shit out of you if you shove your cock in his girlfriend's mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. There's a plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. When taking a woman from behind, a man can really excite her by giving her a gentle slap on the butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. Nurses suck patients cocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22. Men always pull out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. When your girlfriend busts you getting head from her best friend, she'll only be momentarily pissed off before fucking the both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24. Women never have headaches... or periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25. When a woman is sucking a man's cock, it's important for him to remind her to "suck it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26. Assholes are clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27. A man ejaculating on a womans butt is a satisfying result for all parties concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28. Women always look pleasantly surprised when they open a man's trousers and find a cock there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29. When standing during a blowjob, a man will always place one hand firmly on the back of the kneeling woman's head and the other proudly on his hip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30. Dorky guys never have to beg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all living in Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amerika ist wunderbar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all living in Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amerika Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all living in Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amerika ist wunderbar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all living in Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amerika Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wenn getanzt wird will ich führen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Auch wenn ihr euch alleine dreht &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasst euch ein wenig kontrollieren &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ich zeige euch wie's richtig geht &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musik kommt aus dem Weißen Haus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Und vor Paris steht Mickey Mouse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all living in Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amerika ist wunderbar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all living in Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amerika Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ich kenne Schritte die sehr nützen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Und werde euch vor Fehltritt schützen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Und wer nicht tanzen will am Schluss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weiss noch nicht dass er tanzen muss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ich werde euch die Richtung zeigen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nach Afrika kommt Santa Claus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Und vor Paris steht Mickey Mouse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all living in Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coca Cola Wonderbra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all living in Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amerika Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is not a love song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is not a love song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't sing my mother tongue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, this is not a love song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all living in Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coca Cola Sometimes war &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all living in Amerika &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amerika Amerika&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amerika &lt;/em&gt;- Rammstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-116173614275813959?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/116173614275813959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=116173614275813959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/116173614275813959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/116173614275813959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-i-have-more-time.html' title='can i have more time?'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-116003339605399383</id><published>2006-10-05T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T15:29:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock DJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DJ p0rn5tar in da' mix tonite!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : NTU Hall of residence 9 reading room&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10pm till late&lt;br /&gt;No cover charge.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking and smoking allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol is being sold. No minors.&lt;br /&gt;Naked ladies are most welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me with the floorshow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kickin' with your torso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys getting high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the girls even more so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wave your hands if your not with the man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I kick it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yes you can)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Funk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Soul)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got everybody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got the gift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna stick it in the goal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to move your body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babylon back in business&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I get a witness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every girl, every man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houston, can you hear me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ground control, can you feel me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need permission to land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna rock, DJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your making me feel so nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When's it gonna stop, DJ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos you're keepin' me up all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singin' in the classes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music for your masses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give no head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No backstage passes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a proper giggle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be quite polite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I rock the mic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I rock the mic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Right)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got no love, then you're with the wrong man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to move your body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can't get a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your best friend can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to move your body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna be sleazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby just tease me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got no family planned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houston, can you hear me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need permission to land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna rock DJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When's it gonna stop, DJ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos you're keeping me up all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna rock, DJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When's it gonna stop, DJ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos your keeping me up all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock DJ &lt;/em&gt;- Robbie Williams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-116003339605399383?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/116003339605399383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=116003339605399383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/116003339605399383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/116003339605399383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/10/rock-dj.html' title='Rock DJ'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115989155019613938</id><published>2006-10-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:05:50.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year</title><content type='html'>Last wed at zouk was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Last thurs at MOS was another blast.&lt;br /&gt;Last sat at boat quay was even more blast.&lt;br /&gt;3 times in a week and my liver's exploding on the level of alchol comsumption.&lt;br /&gt;It's has been a long time since i partied till dawn. If my memory served me well, the last time i partied till dawn was zouk-out 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this post is just to wish my blog happy 1st birthday. Time does flies. The things I experienced and learnt in this 1 year would take 23489723895723895723 years to summarise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the extreme heavy workload, I shall blog as often as I can and as time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again. Happy birthday dear blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, baby my nose is getting big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I noticed it be growing when I been telling them fibs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you say your trust's getting weaker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Probably coz my lies just started getting deeper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the reason for my confession is that I learn my lesson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I really think you have to know the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I lied and I cheated and I lied a little more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But after I did it I don't know what I did it for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I admit that I have been a little immature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fucking with your heart like I was the predator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my book of lies I was the editor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the authorI forged my signature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I apologise for what I did to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos what you did to me I did to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nononono baby, nononono don't lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nononono, yeah you kno know know know you gotta try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you gonna do when it all comes out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I see you &amp; what you're all about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nonono baby, nononono don't lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah you kno you kno you kno you kno you know you gotta try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't lie &lt;/em&gt;- Black eye peas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115989155019613938?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/115989155019613938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=115989155019613938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115989155019613938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115989155019613938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/10/1-year.html' title='1 year'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115830488840318289</id><published>2006-09-15T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:21:28.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no hope for me</title><content type='html'>Problem statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jack owns a dog. Every dog owner is an animal lover. No animal lover kills an animal. Either Jack or Curiosity killed the cat, who is named Tuna. Did curiosity killed the cat?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somebody tell me what on earth am I studying?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/ABCD0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/ABCD0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. On the upside of down, there's a new Russell Peters video in town. Go get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're yesterday's child to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think that's where it's at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But is that where it's supposed to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gettin' it all over me and serrated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my baby blue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I been thinkin' about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my baby blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah you're so jaded &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm the one that jaded you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey j-j-jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all it's misery &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will always be what I love and hated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe take a ride to the other side &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're thinkin' of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll slip into the velvet glove &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my baby blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I'm thinkin about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my baby blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I'm so jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And baby I'm afraid of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your thinking's so complicated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had it all up to here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's so overrated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love and hated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn't trade it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love me jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey j-j-jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There ain't no baby please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm shootin the breeze with her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything you see is a blur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ectasy's what you prefer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my baby blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I'm talkin' about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my baby blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I've been thinkin' about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my baby blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah you're so jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby Jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby You're so jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm the one that jaded you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaded &lt;/em&gt;- Aerosmith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115830488840318289?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115816644720579278</id><published>2006-09-14T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:03:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absinthe Induced</title><content type='html'>Am I not a brudder anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Is it cuz I shifted?&lt;br /&gt;Is it cuz of something I've said?&lt;br /&gt;Is it of cuz of the things I've done?&lt;br /&gt;Why have things turned out this way?&lt;br /&gt;The friendship that I really treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me my stilnox and let the tears flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115816644720579278?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115555494605398637</id><published>2006-08-14T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:04:07.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone missed me?</title><content type='html'>If you guys wanna have a eat/drink/la kopi/talk cock in hall, i'm just a msn/sms/call away..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of updates later on. From the foc2006 to my injury to national day to why I am missing in action to many many many others.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I shall answer the following quesitons if it's posted to me. My own humble opinion of answering cuz' i'm in the same fucking scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Why is it that i jus cant get you out like your other frens do? faced wif rejectionsss, 1st time in my life. senerio 1::"Are you free to meet today after work?" "no, i got to go home for dinner."senerio 2::called upteen times, no answers.... Finally answering late at nite "eh dun you haf to go home for dinner?" "Oh... i met my fren, going for dinner then a drink" wtf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Even if I meet you, there's nothing left for me to say to you. You chose religion over me. Whatever i said will mean nothing. Even if we chatted about other stuff, there would be just monotonous reply. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Wasnt HP designed for the convenience of contacting a person? Why carry one if you wouldnt answer it? ok..it was meant to avoid me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I've gotten used to it. A sms took half a day to travel from my hp to the singtel satellite dish then to your hp and back. And yes, it's a norm these days that ppl simply do not ans calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Why am i so pathetic and stuck in this self pity concerning you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Bigger FUCK. I can't ans this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) The ease of you getting over everything... oh its you who wan a break up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Oh yes. Of course. The fairer sex will always take this kind of stuff pretty much easier. Esp when they are the one who initiated it. FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Why do you still mean so much to me? I wanna say so badly "Fuck you bitch, enjoy ur social life, I wouldnt wan you back even u come crawling to me. I am happy screwing other gers now." but i didn't...cos i cannot..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Oh. I'm really happy screwing other girls. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) for goodness sake, try honing your excuses and lies even though you had practised on me always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: JAJAJAJAJAJA. We get the same excuses/answers/whatevers each time don't we?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK X infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to all irresponsible ppl out there (friends of mine are not included) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's an heartache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you dun mean a thing to the PERSON.When you know that the PERSON is giving real hopes to everyone except you.When you know that no matter how much u love the PERSON, she don't give a damn, or rather she dun give a fuck about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept asking myself why am i still clinging on to the tiny piece of hope that she will be back, kept answering myself that its because i love her. Well, so what?? so what if i love her?? i dun haf the right to blame her. Its my doing that leads to my situation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been slping well for the past 2 wks. Havent been acting normal for the past 2 wks. My heart will become even harder than before, all thanks to you. I will get you out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on little girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;show me what he's done to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand up little girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A broken heart can't be that bad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it's through, it's through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fate will twist the both of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come on baby come on over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be the one to show you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to be the next to be with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Build up your confidence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you can be on top for once &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up who cares about &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boys that talk too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I seen it all go down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your game of love was all rained out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come on baby, come on over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be the one to hold you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why be alone when we can be together baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can make my life worthwile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I can make you start to smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be with you - Mr. Big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song that hit me hard while I was downing hoegaarden at Wala's with a babe of mine. Performed exceptionally well by the unXpected.&lt;br /&gt;Thanx babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've already lost faith in god. Because the devil can make people do so much more with so little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Religious ladies. Stay away from me pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115555494605398637?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/115555494605398637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=115555494605398637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115555494605398637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115555494605398637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/08/anyone-missed-me.html' title='anyone missed me?'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115338199166500018</id><published>2006-07-20T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:53:11.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>Since when it's so difficult to get people to come out on a wed night to party? Or even just to chill? Gone are the times whereby every wed there will be hordes of people going to club or just going out for a pint. Maybe it's me. On a wed night that I am suprising free, there's no one to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, I have 7-11 and Cheers right at my door step. So there I was, on an early thursday morning, with a fag in hand and choosing my poison. Finally settled for barons, an admirable replacement for hoegaarden and kilkenny. Bored was an understatement of how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been mixing around with jap stuff recently. So much so that I began searching for jap clips(variety shows, not porn lah, cb) on the net. Right &lt;a href="http://www.thejapanesearecrazy.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A surprising fact is that my &lt;em&gt;chado&lt;/em&gt; sinseh actually knows who is hard gay! w00t! Do not underestimate the knowledge of an&lt;em&gt; obasan&lt;/em&gt; eh? But her drinking powers sucks! JAJAJAJA!!! As ah mian says, lao gor jia neng cao!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, the rest of you can suck on my IA grade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/ia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/ia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fortune, fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirror vain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone insane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the memory remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heavy rings on fingers wave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another star denies the grave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the nowhere crowd, cry the nowhere tears of honor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like twisted vines that grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That hide and swallow mansions whole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dim the light of an already faded prima donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fortune, fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirror vain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone insane...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fortune, fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirror vain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone insane...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the memory remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heavy rings hold cigarettes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up to lips that time forgets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While the Hollywood sun sets behind your back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And can't the band play on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just listen, they play my song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ash to ash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dust to dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fade to black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memory Remains - &lt;/em&gt;Metallica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115338199166500018?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/115338199166500018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=115338199166500018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115338199166500018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115338199166500018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/07/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115332627070522784</id><published>2006-07-20T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:39:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CANNOT LAH!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK LAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see a love restrained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But darlin' when I hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know I feel the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we both know hearts can change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've been through this such a long long time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just tryin' to kill the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But lovers always come and lovers always go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no one's really sure who's lettin' go today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we could take the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to lay it on the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could rest my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just knowin' that you were mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So if you want to love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then darlin' don't refrain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I'll just end up walkin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you need some time...on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you need some time...all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody needs some time...on their own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn't time be out to charm you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I need some time...on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I need some time...all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody needs some time...on their own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when your fears subside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And shadows still remain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that you can love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there's no one left to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So never mind the darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We still can find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even cold November rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ya think that you need somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ya think that you need someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November Rain - &lt;/em&gt;Guns N' Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read every single word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many thoughts stored inside hp to be transported into here.&lt;br /&gt;24 hours a day is definitely not enough. For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115332627070522784?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/115332627070522784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=115332627070522784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115332627070522784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115332627070522784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cannot-lah.html' title='I CANNOT LAH!!!!!!'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115270889902220536</id><published>2006-07-12T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:56:59.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nice beat box group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/118367/cosmos_billie_jean/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Memories. They are nothing. Yet they mean everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You put yourself in stupid places&lt;br /&gt;Yes I think you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Situations where it's easy to look down on you&lt;br /&gt;I think you like to be the victim&lt;br /&gt;I think you like to be in pain&lt;br /&gt;I think you make yourself a victim almost every single day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say they taught you to read and write&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they taught you how to count&lt;br /&gt;I say they tought you how to buy and sell your own body by the pound&lt;br /&gt;I think you like to be their simple toy&lt;br /&gt;I think you love to play the clown&lt;br /&gt;I think you are blind to the fact that the hand you hold is the hand that holds you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do what you do&lt;br /&gt;You say what you say&lt;br /&gt;You try to be everything to everyone&lt;br /&gt;You know all the right people&lt;br /&gt;You play all the right games&lt;br /&gt;You always try to be everything to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spin around and fall down&lt;br /&gt;Do it again&lt;br /&gt;You stumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;Yeah why don't you ever learn&lt;br /&gt;Spin around and fall down&lt;br /&gt;Do it again&lt;br /&gt;Come on now&lt;br /&gt;Do that stupid dance for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything to everyone -&lt;/em&gt; Everclear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115270889902220536?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/115270889902220536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=115270889902220536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115270889902220536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115270889902220536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/07/appreciate-it.html' title='Appreciate it'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115141631923462501</id><published>2006-06-27T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:39:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry too</title><content type='html'>Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;br /&gt;And, I find myself trying to stay the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;br /&gt;For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;br /&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. Oh so familar.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since that promise. That's like 1 more year left on the promise. 365 days more and I'll be back on the rampage. In the meantime, keep it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am - on the road again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There I am - up on the stage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I go - playing star again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There I go - turn the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you walk into this restaurant strung out from the road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the same old clich's, "Is it woman? Is it man?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make your stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every ounce of energy you try to give away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What she said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the page - Metallica/Bob Seger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115141631923462501?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/115141631923462501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=115141631923462501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115141631923462501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115141631923462501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sorry-too.html' title='I&apos;m sorry too'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115106429214877878</id><published>2006-06-23T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:22:31.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free your mind</title><content type='html'>The architects/designers of Marina Square carpark are evil people indeed. Lim bei searched the whole bloody carpark for 30 mins before I finally found my ride. I thought suntec was worst, but the marina square wins hands down this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More evil are japanese people. No i'm not talking about WW2, but about &lt;em&gt;chado&lt;/em&gt; instead. The japanese way of tea drinking. It is definitely not suited for round-assed people like me. With my gigantular butt resting on my heels, and with the seething pain on the knees, it's a huge ordeal to concentrate on tea making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, happy birthday to Emily ya. May you get drunk tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would die for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would die for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been dying just to feel you by my side &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To know that you're mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will cry for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will cry for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will wash away your pain with all my tears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And drown your fear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will pray for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will pray for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will sell my soul for something pure and true &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone like you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See your face every place that I walk in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear your voice every time I am talking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will believe in me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will never be ignored &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will burn for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel pain for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll tear it apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will lie for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can steal for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will crawl on hands and knees until you see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just like me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Violate all my love that I'm missing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw away all the pain that I'm living &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will believe in me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can never be ignored &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would die for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would kill for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will steal for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd do time for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would wait for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd make room for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd sail ships for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be close to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be a part of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I believe in you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would die for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.1 crush - Garbage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115106429214877878?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/115106429214877878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=115106429214877878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115106429214877878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115106429214877878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/06/free-your-mind.html' title='Free your mind'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115080675523690294</id><published>2006-06-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:32:35.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karmacoma</title><content type='html'>I'm not good at giving lame jokes nor am I super proficient in english. As they say, a picture paints a thousand words. Shut up and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image049.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image049.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image046.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image046.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image056.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image056.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image052.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image052.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;a href="http://www.breakdancingelite.com/worlds-funniest-japan-pranks.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you will know why the Japanese are not only famous for their AV, but for their creativity as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karma police, arrest this man&lt;br /&gt;He talks in maths&lt;br /&gt;He buzzes like a fridge&lt;br /&gt;He's like a detuned radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma police, arrest this girl&lt;br /&gt;Her Hitler hairdo is&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel ill&lt;br /&gt;And we have crashed her party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when you mess with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma PoliceI've given all I can&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;I've given all I can&lt;br /&gt;But we're still on the payroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when you mess with us&lt;br /&gt;And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself&lt;br /&gt;And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Karma police - Radiohead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115080675523690294?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/115080675523690294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=115080675523690294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115080675523690294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115080675523690294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/06/karmacoma.html' title='karmacoma'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115022320760952984</id><published>2006-06-14T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:04:04.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry eye surprise</title><content type='html'>Don't play play hor....Do not underestimate the power of da4 han2 min2 zhu2&lt;br /&gt;Ginseng powered turbo charge engines!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And where got 5 in a row all give ball one....france can suck my balls.&lt;br /&gt;Samba soccer next!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOGA BONITO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me to see me looking back at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115022320760952984?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/115022320760952984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=115022320760952984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115022320760952984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115022320760952984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/06/starry-eye-surprise.html' title='Starry eye surprise'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-115016879844910124</id><published>2006-06-13T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:41:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menage a trois</title><content type='html'>Australia : give ball&lt;br /&gt;Czech Republic : give ball&lt;br /&gt;Italy : give ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur so many balls to give. Give until lim bei MC today.ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.....somehow it feels kinda fuck up when your name don't appear on ppl's mind when the need arises, like say eg. an emergency, or a special occasion. You are not the 1st person that comes to mind and you are not the 1st person to call. And yet you still treat that someone very special. You would reply immediately, or call back immediately, or checking every possible cinema that is showing the bloody movie you have been dying to watch for very long, or keep disturbing everyone on your msn list for dinner places with exquisite ambience and great food, just to know that you won't get a chance to dine with that someone even though you are praying and hoping deep down inside it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only YOU were the ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballsballsballsballsballs&lt;br /&gt;youyouyouyouyouyouyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...balls to you eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world I love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tears I drop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be part of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wave can't stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever wonder if it's all for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world I love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The trains I hop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be part of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wave can't stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and tell me when it's time to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait a minute I'm passing out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Win or lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far more shocking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than anything I ever knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten more reasons why I need somebody new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far more shocking than anything I ever knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right on cue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kick start the golden generator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet talk, but don't intimidate her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stop the gods from engineering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel no need for any interfering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your image in the dictionary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This life is more than ordinary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I get two maybe even three of these&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comin' from space to teach you of the Pleiades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stop the spirits when they need you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This life is more than just a read-through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't Stop - &lt;/em&gt;RCHP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-115016879844910124?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/115016879844910124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=115016879844910124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115016879844910124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/115016879844910124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/06/menage-trois.html' title='Menage a trois'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114985715376039954</id><published>2006-06-09T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:45:53.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has begun</title><content type='html'>More next time on the reason why i MIA-ed for so long, and the promised entry for Miss Lee.&lt;br /&gt;But now, the more important(in fact most important) thing now is that..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORLD CUP IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Starts tonite!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p0rn5tar got scv liao.... p0rn5tar not going out liao.... gonna give up clubbing and pussies for 1 month....still got my alcohol fix though...what's a match without my fav hoegaarden anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. mark my words, holland and portugal final. JAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole ole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114985715376039954?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114985715376039954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114985715376039954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114985715376039954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114985715376039954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-has-begun.html' title='It has begun'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114840084715717078</id><published>2006-05-24T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:14:07.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Older</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday To Me......finally a quarter of a century year old.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign of turning old: More than half of the ppl in ur msn list in the groups ntu and hall9 have graduated or have just finished their last sem.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my birthday wish...well..couple of them... firstly is i sincerely hope that all my friends will be happy and healthy( ok i know...cliche...but hey, I mean it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone out there I know who is reading this msg, pls take note that I really do treasure you guys as friends, no matter where and how I got to know you. Cuz when you get older and when you die, the memories are the one that will stay with you. I'm really grateful for knowing you ppl in this life. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanx for presents guys.. appreciate it... holland and portugal final!!!!! JAJAJAJA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114840084715717078?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114840084715717078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114840084715717078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114840084715717078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114840084715717078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-year-older.html' title='One Year Older'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114836933614143971</id><published>2006-05-23T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:28:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now then you know</title><content type='html'>Calling to all ladies out there, do take a look at this pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ieverything.blogspot.com/2006/05/singing-my-lungs-out.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Link&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not in the mood for work today. Probably even more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching all the insects march along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seem to know right where they belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smears of face reflecting in the chrome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiding in the crowd i'm all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noone's heard a single word I've said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't sound as good outside my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It looks as if the past is here to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've become a million miles a--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you get all the love in the world? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the jagged edges dissapear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colors all look brighter when you're near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stars are all a fire in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I get soo lonely I could--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you get all the love in the world&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114836933614143971?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114836933614143971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114836933614143971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114836933614143971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114836933614143971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-then-you-know.html' title='Now then you know'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114835881714783064</id><published>2006-05-23T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:33:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday gift</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I bought myself an early birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114835881714783064?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114835881714783064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114835881714783064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114835881714783064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114835881714783064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/05/birthday-gift.html' title='birthday gift'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114782358702638696</id><published>2006-05-17T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T07:53:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love versus hate</title><content type='html'>Great. Another sappy love story, now in the form of a book. Tell me you did shed a tear or two after reading &lt;a href="http://www.s-believe-you.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk Tsk Tsk. What's with sec. school kids these days. Filming of live fighting???? Look what world class education has taught you. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvFgE9Sflbk&amp;feature=Recent&amp;amp;amp;page=9&amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114782358702638696?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114782358702638696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114782358702638696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114782358702638696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114782358702638696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-versus-hate.html' title='love versus hate'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114769414452829987</id><published>2006-05-15T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:53:52.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/102_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/102_0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthdya to Mr. J.C. She. Dude was fucking wasted on fri nite. Wanted to open his mouth to talk to me in toilet, but all it came out was nothing but vomit. And pls, remind me not to play mj with you on your birthday next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me from the mundane office life I'm gonna led for the next 5 weeks. If not for the sms and msn, my head would be kissing the keyboard. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a bash at MOS this thurs by one of top 3 universities in sg. (No prizes for guessing which one) Tix at $16 bucks with 1 drink. However, you only need to pay 15 bucks cuz I will help you pay the extra 1 buck. Think of it this way, if you can find 15 ppl to go, the 16th person will go in for free! Now isn't that wonderful??? Those interested can drop my a line via email, msn or sms. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114769414452829987?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114769414452829987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114769414452829987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114769414452829987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114769414452829987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/05/12-years.html' title='12 years'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114737543488022350</id><published>2006-05-12T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:23:54.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of a chapter</title><content type='html'>Never had a birthday celebration so early before. Great food. Great booze. Great company. Great ktv. Thank you guys once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, tonite drinks on me and the birthday boy at double o. Be seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114737543488022350?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114737543488022350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114737543488022350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114737543488022350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114737543488022350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/05/end-of-chapter.html' title='end of a chapter'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114720011795401012</id><published>2006-05-10T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T02:45:32.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny shit</title><content type='html'>Ahhh...nothing beats the serenity back in hostel. Finally back again(not drunk this time). To top it all off, I simply laughed my ass off the chair reading &lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://kazaff.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. SG's no.4 blog wor!!!!! Don't play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite a while since we were able to be this noisy in hall. Imagine 3 rooms in a row blasting mp3s to see which door the security guard would knock 1st. And now, one's playing &lt;a href="http://www.dota-allstars.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the other one watching &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/prison-break/show/31635/summary.html?q=prison+break"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prison Break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and me wiping the tears and nursing a massive tummy ache from reading too much &lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, time for my dvds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing is what I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing is what I think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing is what makes me cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing so I can be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing...in...the...moonlight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114720011795401012?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114720011795401012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114720011795401012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114720011795401012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114720011795401012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/05/funny-shit.html' title='funny shit'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114713591587557700</id><published>2006-05-09T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T08:51:55.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On your own</title><content type='html'>Stop. Finally realise its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin, this is for you and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tough, you think you've got the stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're telling me and anyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hard enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to put up a fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to always be right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take some of the punches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to let you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to go it alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's you when I don't pick up the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We fight all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and I...that's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're the same soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need to hear you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That if we weren't so alike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd like me a whole lot more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to let you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to go it alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's you when I don't pick up the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that we don't talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick of it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can - you - hear - me - when - I -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing, you're the reason I sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the reason why the opera is in me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are we now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to let you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A house still doesn't make a home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't leave me here alone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's you that makes it hard to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you can't make it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best you can do is to fake it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U2- Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114713591587557700?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114713591587557700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114713591587557700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114713591587557700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114713591587557700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-your-own.html' title='On your own'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114701725168140977</id><published>2006-05-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:54:11.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>translation</title><content type='html'>Ce soir&lt;br /&gt;Le vent qui frappe&lt;br /&gt;Ã  ma porte&lt;br /&gt;Me parle des amours mortes&lt;br /&gt;Devant le feu qui sâ€™ Ã©teint&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir&lt;br /&gt;Câ€™ est une chanson dâ€™ automne&lt;br /&gt;Dans la maison qui frissonne&lt;br /&gt;Et je pense aux jours lointains&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il de nos amours&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours&lt;br /&gt;Une photo, vieille photo&lt;br /&gt;De ma jeunesse&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il des billets doux&lt;br /&gt;Des mois dâ€™ avril, des rendez-vous&lt;br /&gt;Un souvenir qui me poursuit&lt;br /&gt;Sans cesse&lt;br /&gt;Bonheur fanÃ©, cheveux au vent&lt;br /&gt;Baisers volÃ©s, rÃªves mouvants&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il de tout cela&lt;br /&gt;Dites-le-moiUn petit village, un vieux clocher&lt;br /&gt;Un paysage si bien cachÃ©Et dans un nuage le cher visage&lt;br /&gt;De mon passÃ©-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que Reste-t-il De Nos Amour, Charles Trenet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translates to :&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;The wind that knocks at my door&lt;br /&gt;Tells me about love that is no more&lt;br /&gt;In front of the dying fire&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;It is an autumn song&lt;br /&gt;In a shaky house&lt;br /&gt;ANd I think of far away days&lt;br /&gt;What is left of our love&lt;br /&gt;What is left of those beautiful days&lt;br /&gt;A photo, old photo&lt;br /&gt;Of my youth&lt;br /&gt;What is left of sweet notes&lt;br /&gt;Of Aprils, of rendez-vous&lt;br /&gt;A memory that haunts me&lt;br /&gt;Constantly&lt;br /&gt;Faded hapiness, Hair in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Stolen kisses, Wild dreams&lt;br /&gt;What is left of all this&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;A small village, an old churchbell&lt;br /&gt;A landscape so well hidden&lt;br /&gt;And in a cloud the dear face&lt;br /&gt;Of Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est lÃ¢che&lt;br /&gt;Que c'est facheux&lt;br /&gt;Quelle tragÃ©die,quel tracas&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est vache&lt;br /&gt;Mon amoureux est reparti lÃ -bas&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est triste&lt;br /&gt;Il m'aimait si peu&lt;br /&gt;Moi je l'aimais tant je crois&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu tu t'en fiches&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu n'as d'yeux&lt;br /&gt;Que pour une autre que moi&lt;br /&gt;MÃªme si le temps passe&lt;br /&gt;Je n'oublie pas&lt;br /&gt;La sambaL&lt;br /&gt;a samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba de mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;La samba&lt;br /&gt;La samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba de mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;Samba de mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est moche&lt;br /&gt;C'est ennuyeux&lt;br /&gt;Tu t'es jouÃ© de moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est cloche&lt;br /&gt;De se dire adieu&lt;br /&gt;Et Paris est si froid&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu si tu existes mÃªme un peu&lt;br /&gt;RamÃ¨ne-moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon aquarelliste&lt;br /&gt;Si vaniteux&lt;br /&gt;Qui ne peignait que moi&lt;br /&gt;MÃªme si le temps passe&lt;br /&gt;Je n'oublie pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Samba De Mon Coeur Que Bat, Coralie Clement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translates to :&lt;br /&gt;My god, such cowardice&lt;br /&gt;How unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;What a tragedy, what a drama&lt;br /&gt;My god how it is unfair&lt;br /&gt;My lover has gone back there&lt;br /&gt;My god how it is sad&lt;br /&gt;He loved me so little&lt;br /&gt;I loved him so much I think&lt;br /&gt;My god you don't care&lt;br /&gt;You who only has eyes&lt;br /&gt;For another one than me&lt;br /&gt;And even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't forgotten&lt;br /&gt;The samba&lt;br /&gt;The samba of days with you&lt;br /&gt;The samba of days with you&lt;br /&gt;The samba of my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;The samba&lt;br /&gt;The samba of days with you&lt;br /&gt;The samba of days with you&lt;br /&gt;The samba of my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;Samba of my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;My god how it is ugly&lt;br /&gt;How boring&lt;br /&gt;You've played with me&lt;br /&gt;My god how it is stupid&lt;br /&gt;To say farewell&lt;br /&gt;And Paris is so cold&lt;br /&gt;My god if you exist even a little&lt;br /&gt;Give me back&lt;br /&gt;My aquarelist&lt;br /&gt;So vain&lt;br /&gt;Who only painted me&lt;br /&gt;Even as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the goggle translation tools as someone says.&lt;br /&gt;2 fucking sad songs.&lt;br /&gt;Man, if it makes me happy to be miserable now. I wanted it to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;Crap, what am i blabbering about?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cuz that's what people do.&lt;br /&gt;They jump. They leap, and hope to god that they could fly.&lt;br /&gt;But now here I am. Just like a falling rock.&lt;br /&gt;Until I met you.&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I knew.....&lt;br /&gt;The song that speaks for me now:&lt;br /&gt;No translation for this cuz I know what it is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je suis couchée sur mon lit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;et je regarde dehors¡ca fait plus q'une semaine que le ciel pleure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;et crie son angoisse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais maintenantil sourrit et il nous annonce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que l'ete' s' approche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;l'ete' ma saison preferée&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;car le soleil se leve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;meme dans les nuits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;l'ete' s' approche, mais tu es parti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu es si loin, je suis ici&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;le soleil est devant moi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais son chaleur n'est plus la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;je pense que je ferais mieux de ne plus penser a toi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doucement, je me leve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;et je voyage dans mes reves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;les etoiles ils appartiennent a moi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;plus de soucis non non non il n'y a que toi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais encorema vie reste vide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;car ta presense n'est plus lan'est plus la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu vis dans ma tete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reviens dans ma vie, notre vie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;je t'en supplie! oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;l'ete' s' approche, mais tu es parti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu es si loin, je suis ici&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;le soleil est devant moi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais son chaleur n'est plus la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;je pense que je ferais mieux de ne plus penser a toi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;l'ete' s' approche, mais tu es parti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu es si loin, je suis icile soleil est devant moi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais son chaleur n'est plus la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;je pense que je ferais mieux de ne plus penser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a...toi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-L'été S'approche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanx to nora(Graouuuuuu) for helping in the translation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114701725168140977?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114701725168140977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114701725168140977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing really matters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz all will return to nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna fuck you like an animal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna feel you from the inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My whole existence is flawed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take me closer to god&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114684362311241185?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114684362311241185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114684362311241185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114684362311241185'/><link 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114679180934559002?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114679180934559002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114679180934559002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114679180934559002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114679180934559002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-new-words.html' title='some new words'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114656810267265108</id><published>2006-05-02T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:57:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for aged 21 and above only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rockson.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rockson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you rock my world!!!!! JAJAJAJAJA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114656810267265108?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114656810267265108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114656810267265108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114656810267265108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114656810267265108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-aged-21-and-above-only.html' title='for aged 21 and above only'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114637193845245101</id><published>2006-04-30T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:47:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not for aged 21 and below</title><content type='html'>It's not very often that you are one of the oldest when you go clubbing. When I mean old, i mean the age gap is like 6-7 years?? These kids need more training when it comes to alcohol consumption. Basically there are certain rules I adhere to when it comes to drinking and clubbing. Read it all&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://kazaff.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-day-we-fight.html#links"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image040.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tsk tsk tsk. Check out the guy in white. Dude's got his hands all over the girl(with specs) the whole night. And he just got to know her. 'Enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image045.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image045.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poorly taken pic. Think she shouting vulgarities at me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image038.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image038.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Che still wide awake. Can sms somemore. Good o' Cynthia(oldest among us) taking care of poor angie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes. Thats Gary's hand if you must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image041.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image041.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie:"What's the drink that I drink liao I will get high right away"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Graveyard."&lt;br /&gt;Angie and frenz:"Huh isit?? OK loh. Order loh"&lt;br /&gt;And the rest, as we know it, is history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the otherhand, the music was simply awesome last night as well. &lt;a href="http://www.deejaybooking.com/paul_johnson"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paul Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is way too coooooooooooooooooooooool. That guy's got the groove I tell you. But then again, I still prefer my &lt;a href="http://www.tiesto.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 consecutive days of drinking has rendered me to a zombie at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love comes again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when I broken down I found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love can come again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gotta believe that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love comes again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114637193845245101?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114637193845245101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114637193845245101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114637193845245101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114637193845245101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-for-aged-21-and-below.html' title='not for aged 21 and below'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114614861734019066</id><published>2006-04-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:36:57.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something new</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!!!!!!!!! I will get to vote!!!! Hall JCRC elections and School Comm elections are nothing compared to this man. OK fine. It's likecomparing chicken liver with fois gras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am excited? DUnno. Probably cuz got public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I care about the future of sg? Erm. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how the contested places are all the North and East side and none for the West side?&lt;br /&gt;Hur hur hur. Why huh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114614861734019066?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114614861734019066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114614861734019066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114614861734019066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114614861734019066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-new.html' title='something new'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114586693388313871</id><published>2006-04-24T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T03:55:01.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gheylord</title><content type='html'>Sg's very own brokeback mountain right &lt;a href="http://colinandkero.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.'nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Could’ve Been Lyrics - Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers you gave me&lt;br /&gt;are just about to die&lt;br /&gt;when I think about&lt;br /&gt;what could’ve been&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet words you whispered&lt;br /&gt;didn’t mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;I guess our song is over&lt;br /&gt;as we begin to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Could’ve been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;could’ve been so right&lt;br /&gt;could’ve been my lover&lt;br /&gt;every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;could’ve been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;could’ve been so right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never hold what could’ve been&lt;br /&gt;on a cold and lonely night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memorys of our lovin’&lt;br /&gt;still linger in the air&lt;br /&gt;like the faded scent of your roses&lt;br /&gt;they stay with me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I get my hopes up&lt;br /&gt;they always seem to fall&lt;br /&gt;still what could’ve been is better than&lt;br /&gt;what could neveRepeat chor be at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I hold what could’ve been&lt;br /&gt;on a cold and lonely night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114586693388313871?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114586693388313871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114586693388313871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114586693388313871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114586693388313871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/gheylord.html' title='gheylord'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114570072144390209</id><published>2006-04-22T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:12:03.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny shit</title><content type='html'>This guy is hell of a funny asshole. IMO, rockson of our age.&lt;br /&gt;Check him out here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maisngsiao.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't pray pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114570072144390209?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114570072144390209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114570072144390209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114570072144390209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114570072144390209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/funny-shit.html' title='funny shit'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114562459510211653</id><published>2006-04-21T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:21:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Thanx to the ppl who smsed and msned and called me. I'm getting better. Only can get out of bed on wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, today's hitler's birthday. Right, before you can say &lt;em&gt;sieg heil&lt;/em&gt;, today also marks the death anniversary of a friend. He was involved in an accident just outside of NTU, his bike collided with a taxi. To all my biker pals, ride safely. OK not very convincing since it was from me. Damn lucky there was no vehicle behind me last thurs, else there won't be this post and you ppl will probably be eating curry chicken and bee hoon now. To quote it from Andrew, my 'annual'event has happened once again. Every year I will buang once, TMD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the depressing tone, here's somthing for the guys studying for exams. SOmething to perk you guys up. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WRWHrsNdYY"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice clip1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtoyNY6Q32A&amp;search=sexy%20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice clip2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgrBRdAW0_M&amp;amp;search=sexy%20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice clip3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4aKC4qkmx4&amp;search=sexy%20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice clip4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ8oxuUdneA&amp;amp;search=sexy%20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice clip5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched the stars crashed into the sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could ask god just one question,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why aren't you here with me tonite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114562459510211653?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114562459510211653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114562459510211653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114562459510211653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114562459510211653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114526327881589589</id><published>2006-04-17T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T16:26:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIESTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who showed concern, I'm fine.... thank you...&lt;br /&gt;For those that helped me, thank you once again.... I'm alive..but legs can't kick now, arms can't move now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114526327881589589?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114526327881589589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114526327881589589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114526327881589589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114526327881589589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114437221909483084</id><published>2006-04-07T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:10:19.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelude</title><content type='html'>watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpWSHLGl-Xg&amp;feature=Views&amp;amp;amp;page=1&amp;t=a&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. A prelude to next friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the cure for the guy suffering from post-the-hair-cut-too-fucking-short-and-now-i-look-like-a-fucking-retard illness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114437221909483084?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114437221909483084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114437221909483084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114437221909483084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114437221909483084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/prelude.html' title='prelude'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114433160792825509</id><published>2006-04-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:53:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anagrams</title><content type='html'>If you read &lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s books, you would know what anagrams are.&lt;br /&gt;If not, allow me to explain. Anagrams are basically words or phrases formed by reordering the letters of another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversation -- Voices rant on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dormitory -- Dirty room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Morse Code -- Here come dots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slot machines -- Cash lost in 'em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snooze alams -- Alas! No more Zs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A decimal point -- I'm a dot in place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Astonomer -- Moon starer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleven plus two -- Twelve plus one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother-in-law -- Woman Hilter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debit card - Bad credit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh......... the things I do when I'm fucking bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114433160792825509?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114433160792825509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114433160792825509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114433160792825509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114433160792825509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/anagrams.html' title='anagrams'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114430684983413763</id><published>2006-04-06T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:03:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about life</title><content type='html'>Brought to you by the crap man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain?Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. Ifyou have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil.In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You shouldonly be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO . Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets. And remember:"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid insideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, What a Ride"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy? What else could you expect from me when all I do whole day in office is to tear A4-sized papers into 8 equal parts. 1000 more sheets to go!!! W00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Don't take life too seriously, you'll never get out of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keave: Wrong! Take your own life seriously, take others(women) lives lightly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: .........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114430684983413763?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114430684983413763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114430684983413763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114430684983413763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114430684983413763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/facts-about-life.html' title='Facts about life'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114420822607913738</id><published>2006-04-05T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:37:06.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stucked</title><content type='html'>Stuck at level 34!!!! PCB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This thing kills more brain cells than ciggies.&lt;br /&gt;AArrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114420822607913738?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114420822607913738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114420822607913738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114420822607913738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114420822607913738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/stucked.html' title='stucked'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114416511499154903</id><published>2006-04-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:40:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked</title><content type='html'>Practically tearing my hair out on this wicked little game in office today.&lt;br /&gt;IF you think studying kills brain cells, check this out. Created by a Singaporean somemore.&lt;br /&gt;1 whole day slack in office and playing till level 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weikiat.ikueb.com/thewicked/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Wicked Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114416511499154903?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114416511499154903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114416511499154903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114416511499154903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114416511499154903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/04/wicked.html' title='wicked'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114342273348902823</id><published>2006-03-27T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:26:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bitch and bastard show (adapted)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image036.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image036.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bastard: Would you like to come over and watch a movie?&lt;br /&gt;bitch: Ooh I like that, the subtle approach. Are you interested in my personality as well? Where is your place?&lt;br /&gt;bastard: Haha Little Miss Cynical innit! It's (address here)...&lt;br /&gt;bitch: Oh please. Spare me the niceties. I'm not a lady. Neither are you, when I last checked.&lt;br /&gt;bastard: In that case smartarse, bring a change of clothes and toothbrush so if you get lucky you can go straight to work and not fucking wake me too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab arrived in 15 mins. Watch and learn, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114342273348902823?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114342273348902823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114342273348902823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114342273348902823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114342273348902823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/bitch-and-bastard-show-adapted.html' title='the bitch and bastard show (adapted)'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114339160332110202</id><published>2006-03-27T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:46:43.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great nite 2</title><content type='html'>Same place for 2 days. With different but great company. SOmehow last nite the ending was slightly special. Great nite nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somday we'll know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if love can move a mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why the sky is blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why I wasn't meant for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114339160332110202?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114339160332110202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114339160332110202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114339160332110202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114339160332110202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-nite-2.html' title='great nite 2'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114323317368694856</id><published>2006-03-25T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T04:46:13.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great nite</title><content type='html'>Fucking great nite.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time flies....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114323317368694856?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114323317368694856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114323317368694856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114323317368694856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114323317368694856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-nite.html' title='Great nite'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114318727317347669</id><published>2006-03-24T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:01:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be dead in 50 yrs time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deathclock.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see how long you can live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114318727317347669?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114318727317347669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114318727317347669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114318727317347669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114318727317347669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/ill-be-dead-in-50-yrs-time.html' title='I&apos;ll be dead in 50 yrs time'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114313115910004792</id><published>2006-03-24T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:25:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Excuse with lame shit</title><content type='html'>Insonmia during IA is definitely not good at all, not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiatus for a while boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, great sex everyone, may all your penises and pussies explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To fuck, to suck, to overcum.&lt;/em&gt; (this line courtesy of..erm...nvm..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114313115910004792?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114313115910004792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114313115910004792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114313115910004792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114313115910004792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/perfect-excuse-with-lame-shit.html' title='Perfect Excuse with lame shit'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114309413550468393</id><published>2006-03-23T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:15:47.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah beng</title><content type='html'>According to popular belief, I am an ah beng.Many blogs have linked me as one too.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you mofos get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="post"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;How gangsta are you? by Aladinsane85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="eric" name="Your Name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your New Gangster Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Og tripple Og&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;caption&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Gangster Percent&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;32%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000011" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000022" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000044" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000066" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000088" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000aa" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000cc" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000ee" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000ff" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000ff" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff0000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff0000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff0000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff0000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000066" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000088" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000aa" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000cc" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000ee" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000ff" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000ff" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000011" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000022" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000044" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000066" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000088" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000aa" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000cc" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000ee" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000ff" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000ff" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; 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BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What You'll Look Like Gangster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lightviews.com/images/MALIBUS_MOST_WANTED_PHOTO.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #000000" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Aladinsane85" name="un"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1074770072" name="meme"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114309413550468393?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114309413550468393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114309413550468393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114309413550468393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114309413550468393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah-beng.html' title='ah beng'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114309322605229351</id><published>2006-03-23T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:53:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the name game</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Does your name begin with: E?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your greatest need is to talk. If your date is not a good listener, you have trouble relating. A person must be intellectually stimulating or you are not interested sexually. You need a friend for a lover and a companion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hate disharmony and disruption, but you do enjoy a good argument once in a while-it seems to stir things up. You flirt a lot, for the challenge is more important. But once you give your heart away, you are uncompromisingly loyal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will fall asleep with a good book. Sometimes, in fact, you prefer a good book to a lover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114309322605229351?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114309322605229351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114309322605229351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114309322605229351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114309322605229351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/name-game.html' title='the name game'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114309051664916087</id><published>2006-03-23T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:08:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ideas for t-shirts part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/200/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114309051664916087?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114309051664916087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114309051664916087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114309051664916087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114309051664916087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/ideas-for-t-shirts-part-2.html' title='ideas for t-shirts part 2'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114308943551677987</id><published>2006-03-23T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:56:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ideas for t-shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some t-shirts I would gladly wear to go out. SOmething's seriously wrong with blogger. Got a few more pics to go in fact. Aye man watever. fuck it. Everything's going wrong these days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should just STFU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114308943551677987?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114308943551677987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114308943551677987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114308943551677987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114308943551677987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/ideas-for-t-shirts.html' title='ideas for t-shirts'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114282878727923068</id><published>2006-03-20T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:26:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind fucked</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of the little girl herself (guys version):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know you are mindfucked when...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...you notice and delight in the charming minutiae about her. The way she spells Baobei with a capital B in her texts. The way the freckles are sprinkled like party confetti over her back. The way her thighs involuntarily shudder when you run your fingers up her spine as she's sleeping. The way she pokes her head round the shower curtain to watch you pee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the rest are all censored*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAJAJAJA.....too fierce for this blog liao.... the rest I shall just keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days liao.....&amp;^%%#%$&amp;amp;^$#^%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I don't think they'll understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to know who I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114282878727923068?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114282878727923068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114282878727923068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114282878727923068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114282878727923068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/mind-fucked.html' title='mind fucked'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114281287326833667</id><published>2006-03-20T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:01:13.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>Now here's something that really made me shed a tear(many tears in fact).&lt;br /&gt;Written by my bro PG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yr 1:&lt;br /&gt;blur blur in here, dunno wat to do.&lt;br /&gt;nv join FOC, nv like such things too.&lt;br /&gt;lucky for him, saw some familiar faces,&lt;br /&gt;a little mingle ard, n this is his place.&lt;br /&gt;went for sport subcomm, and gotten a place,&lt;br /&gt;yet for some reasons, its something he dunno how to play.&lt;br /&gt;but for a genius like him, softball become easy as he play. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;subsequencely, he join more things,&lt;br /&gt;from 5 sports in IHG, to all the little small events.&lt;br /&gt;many zhu peng gou you were made,&lt;br /&gt;till this day they r still here.&lt;br /&gt;with them ard, hall lives were nv dull.&lt;br /&gt;dunno wat other contributions he made,&lt;br /&gt;yet given best freshie of the yr.&lt;br /&gt;dun wan to let seniors down, promise to do better next yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yr 2:&lt;br /&gt;many left, n many new one came,&lt;br /&gt;hall life start wif a bang,&lt;br /&gt;wif the freshmen orientation camp.&lt;br /&gt;however the feeling is different, as we r seniors oredi.&lt;br /&gt;time to take up roles n organise more activities.&lt;br /&gt;canvassing jobs were tiring, yet bonding is there.&lt;br /&gt;and thus, the frenship among the zhu peng gou yous,&lt;br /&gt;become stronger and better.&lt;br /&gt;many nites of supper, sure makes him fat.&lt;br /&gt;but the walking from 46 to 47, compensated that! (as if..)&lt;br /&gt;ihg came again, wif more targets to hit.&lt;br /&gt;got his softball subcomm again as he wan it.&lt;br /&gt;its the time of the yr, where all maroons can be heard.&lt;br /&gt;cheering for one another, and drown the others wif fear.&lt;br /&gt;we might not won, but our spirit shone.&lt;br /&gt;studies were bad, not because companies r bad.&lt;br /&gt;just simply because the mood is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;if Es n Fs are excellent n fantastic,&lt;br /&gt;he will be graduating, wif a first class honours in engineering.&lt;br /&gt;with the encouragements and support from his 'brothers',&lt;br /&gt;he still able to enjoy more yrs of hall activities.&lt;br /&gt;time flies, n there goes another yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yr 3:&lt;br /&gt;once again, FOC came.&lt;br /&gt;this time as a programmer,&lt;br /&gt;we nearly insane.&lt;br /&gt;playing among seniors, become a joythat bond us together,&lt;br /&gt;n show how fun we can be,&lt;br /&gt;to the newly joined.&lt;br /&gt;more new faces came, n many old one left.&lt;br /&gt;at the rate the time is going, i wonder how much we haf left.&lt;br /&gt;this time round, join sport and welfare subcomm.&lt;br /&gt;welfare is gd, as u get to knock on stranger gers door to speak to them.&lt;br /&gt;moving over to 47 was the happiest thing ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;suppers and tok cock session r daily supplements.&lt;br /&gt;IHG training became a stenous activities,&lt;br /&gt;as the old man here, cant keep up wif the intensity.&lt;br /&gt;a softball team built from many first time player,&lt;br /&gt;we were great to get to the quarters.&lt;br /&gt;fought together wif a team that deserves a semis,&lt;br /&gt;yet we lost again to our nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is bad, and couldnt control the tears.&lt;br /&gt;this time rd, hall 9 is great,&lt;br /&gt;we nearly got ourselves the first place.&lt;br /&gt;more meaningful events took place,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow the feelings all changed.&lt;br /&gt;budgets and preparations seem to restrict the fun of events.&lt;br /&gt;but with the gang of us and some final yr seniors,&lt;br /&gt;things seem to as fun as the old days.&lt;br /&gt;its the time of the yr, where old one will leave.&lt;br /&gt;somehow he wonder, will the spirit leave too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yr 4:&lt;br /&gt;once a programmer, always a programmer.&lt;br /&gt;being MCP this yr, sure more fun than last yr.&lt;br /&gt;wif many new programmers, more games were came up.&lt;br /&gt;n when the participants who give gd review of them,&lt;br /&gt;all the hard works feels worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;cheers war wif the GLs, remains the same,&lt;br /&gt;yet the no. of them become lesser.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they feel, seniors having fun ourselves has become something dumb,&lt;br /&gt;freshies are the ones that shld be having fun.&lt;br /&gt;but pls do not forget, FOC is also a time for seniors to bond n haf fun!&lt;br /&gt;with an incident wif SAO on ECA points,&lt;br /&gt;many issues came up.&lt;br /&gt;its when times r bad, that when we can stay strong together.&lt;br /&gt;despite the verdicts not out during the period,&lt;br /&gt;our players still fight hard n stand firm for the hall.&lt;br /&gt;wif the same softball team as last yr,&lt;br /&gt;double the trainings and effort could be seen.&lt;br /&gt;yet without clinching a place in the quarters,&lt;br /&gt;send most of the final years to tear.&lt;br /&gt;reaching this time of the yr once again,is quite different for many of us.&lt;br /&gt;most of his zhu peng gou you wun be ard anymore next yr.&lt;br /&gt;those neighbours where he sees practically everyday will grad.&lt;br /&gt;when pussy toh say he feels sad as most of us parting soon,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of sadness came almost instantly.&lt;br /&gt;天下无不散之宴席&lt;br /&gt;but yet again, cant help missing the times we had together.&lt;br /&gt;sound mushy, but those r some gd friends we haf made.&lt;br /&gt;many would agree that the feeling is diff.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time to move on, n let the younger one stand for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;but with the new HAS system n converting of rooms,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many will stand for niners again.&lt;br /&gt;will the spirit still be there?&lt;br /&gt;will the bonding still be there?&lt;br /&gt;will the fun, joy, happiness, sadness, of all niners still linger?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it will, but we will nv know.&lt;br /&gt;the journey here has ended for many of us.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just an old fart, who likes to whine.&lt;br /&gt;but wif so many brothers as audience, i'll gladly be one.&lt;br /&gt;wish all the best for all still ard,&lt;br /&gt;as these memories here will stick wif u thruout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks for 五福星, pornstar, mar pong pong, ah chia, damayi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114281287326833667?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114278434243604503</id><published>2006-03-19T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:05:42.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another weekend just like dat</title><content type='html'>AS usual, Mr James Tan never cease to snook us with his antics. Guess he's the only one who would zoom in at the plate of food instead of girls in a photo.&lt;br /&gt;To quote it from the man goldonion himself:"As long as got food on the table, he'll finish it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, another weekend of sports for me. Watching it on the tele that is. From Wayne Rooney to Federer to Alonso. From big balls to small balls to 4 wheelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed that Federer's total winnings amount to around $20,000,000. Well, that's realyl peanuts considering Abromovich's worth around $200billion(fyi, thats a 2 infront with 11 zeros behind it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: eh cb leh.... if i got 1% of abromovich's wealth...that would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: 1% of 200billion is like er... 2billion.....WAH LAO...2 billion leh.. can spend finidh meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: knn, 2 billion put in bank eat the interest also song liao loh...let's see... worst case 3% interest p.a......3% of 2billion...60 million.... 1 mth can spend 5 million oh... EH!!!! NB like dat I every mth change ferrari model also can leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ya loh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: how to earn alot alot of money???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: if I know, I won't be here drinking teh with you liao loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want a peaceful family... is that so difficult to ask for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114278434243604503?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114278434243604503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114278434243604503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114278434243604503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114278434243604503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-weekend-just-like-dat.html' title='another weekend just like dat'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114268024819935462</id><published>2006-03-18T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:12:15.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where'd you go, i miss you so</title><content type='html'>After a nite of ktv, I could only use hand signs to communicate with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;JAAJAJAJAA. Tian tian hua guo was good, maybe cuz I was fucking hungry by the time we reached. CB MOS waste my time. Happy belated birthday baochun!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After detailed conversations with 3 frenz of the opp sex, they all concluded that I am definitely not the kind of guy that girls bring home to their parents. I will never be treated seriously at all one. All think I can only play play only. Too bad then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"your hair, your face, your clothes, the language you use and your body language loh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to share. Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114268024819935462?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114268024819935462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114268024819935462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114268024819935462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114268024819935462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/whered-you-go-i-miss-you-so.html' title='where&apos;d you go, i miss you so'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114242437438622177</id><published>2006-03-15T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:07:34.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pro shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kP-CoQiiTAU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pro shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realization of a childhood dream.&lt;br /&gt;Never has sassy girlfriend been so sassy.&lt;br /&gt;watch it with eyes wide open people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114242437438622177?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114242437438622177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114242437438622177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114242437438622177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114242437438622177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/pro-shit.html' title='pro shit'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114235218429565894</id><published>2006-03-15T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:08:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF??????????</title><content type='html'>WTF LAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with people these days???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUck lah.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOn't stay liao lah. PUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANy hall wants me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114235218429565894?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114235218429565894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114235218429565894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114235218429565894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114235218429565894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/wtf.html' title='WTF??????????'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114232183295381748</id><published>2006-03-14T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:37:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tiesto's coming to town!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th april @MOS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the pre-sale tix. Anybody wants just drop me a msg or sms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114232183295381748?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114232183295381748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114232183295381748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114232183295381748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114232183295381748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/woooooot.html' title='WOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114226128276981304</id><published>2006-03-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:13:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from jap craze to korean craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image041.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image041.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From jap food to korean food. But then again, I'm not really a fan of kimchi. However, the beef was the best I have tasted so far. Absolutely heavenly!!!!! Great to have working friends around you. Free lunch and free drinks!!!! JAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PUMP IT!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn up the radio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blast the stereo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rightttttttttttttttt nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114226128276981304?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114226128276981304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114226128276981304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114226128276981304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114226128276981304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-jap-craze-to-korean-craze.html' title='from jap craze to korean craze'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114223591403653346</id><published>2006-03-13T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:44:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chill out weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image040.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image040.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image039.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image039.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image038.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image038.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image036.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image036.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheapest hoegaarden in town found!!!! $11 per pint during happy hrs and $15 per pint after that!!!! Ask me for the place!!! JAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, finally did what I wanted to do during a sunday afternoon: take a walk in central. After countless failed attempts on asking someone to go with me, I decided to do it myself, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: AMK library. Damnit cannot find the books I wanted to borrow. IA is a good time to read more books. Can brush up on my England in order to make it more powderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the book store, titles that I wanted to rent are all out. :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next is the comic shop; it has changed so much. Plus it has become real big with cozy sofas plus tons of lan comps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to get the milkshake, afterall its been ages since I last had it. But then the AMK central one don’t have?!?!?!?! SMLJ!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;“sorry Sir, only certain outlets got sell milkshake” zZZZZzzZZZZzzz Got myself a sundae instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. the serenity of it all. Nice short walk on a lazy Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out the old man really loves his son a lot. Guess people do really tell the truth when they are pissed drunk. JAJAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10% luck 20% skill&lt;br /&gt;15% concentrated power of will&lt;br /&gt;5% pleasure 50% pain&lt;br /&gt;And 100% reason to remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114223591403653346?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114223591403653346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114223591403653346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114223591403653346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114223591403653346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/chill-out-weekend.html' title='chill out weekend'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114218670160106775</id><published>2006-03-13T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T02:05:01.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u</title><content type='html'>It's only 4 days but I miss u like crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114218670160106775?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114218670160106775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114218670160106775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114218670160106775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114218670160106775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-u.html' title='i miss u'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114199142642404211</id><published>2006-03-10T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:50:26.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no time to post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image035.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image035.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHeck this out! Sentosa last sat with bc and guess what? He actually parked hsi car just beside sunset bay only loh. Now how many cars are able to do that. All thanks to a friend who works there. JAJAJA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First time on a buggy!!! Call me sua gu , whatever. Damn excited I was on the battery operated 4-wheeler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last sat nite was probably the nite that I see shaun at his worst. TMD he was practically swimming in his own vomit can!!!! And in the car he was lying face down on my lab shouting "Call my mom!!!!!!" repeatedly. 'nuff said. Zzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As usual a mundane week with more work as usual. DId managed to catch Munich though. Rather interesting movie. GUess different people have different idea of what exactly is a home. Is it the land you own or is it simply just a shelter with your loved ones. In a nutshell, don't ever fuck around with jews. JAJAJAJA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunite no. 17835278 asked me "On attachment ar?? Which poly?" today . After I said I'm a student on attachment now. &lt;a href="mailto:$%#@%$#@%$"&gt;$%#@%$#@%$&lt;/a&gt;*&amp;amp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aye fuck it. Weekend's here. Time for some hoe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You shoved your hand down my throat,&lt;br /&gt;I feel your fingers in me.&lt;br /&gt;Cake up on some make-up to cover all those lines,&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and stop trying cuz’ you’re just wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;Tear this bitter fruit to mess,Wrap it up in soiled dress.&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/17395170-114199142642404211?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114199142642404211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114199142642404211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114199142642404211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114199142642404211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-time-to-post.html' title='no time to post'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114168763529170205</id><published>2006-03-07T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:27:15.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triangles</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmm..how can A reply jus a single word when B typed a whole long passage telling A hows B feels and why B is acting so strangly and so temperamental and emotional? to B the mere single word tt A replied doesnt mean anything, it only makes B feels more irritated that you seem simply dun care! can A show B tt A cares and if A really dun care, simply jus tell B..if A doesnt care den A shldnt tell B tt if there's any problems talk it out..a single word doesnt mean anything, it doesnt mean anything to B at all! some words some comforting words will be better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WaH laO, I iS olD MAn lIao LeH. dUn tyPe iN smALl fONts Can?&lt;br /&gt;Simi A &amp; B? Give me my cup C &amp;amp; D lah!!! JAJAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk Tsk Tsk. Even the good old bed at home wouldn't let me sleep in peace. Need help in removing the piece of broken mirror at the back of my head. Oh yes, please help me pull out the knife from my back too. Thanx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make myself busy in the office everyday, so that I would be wasted when I got back and would just sleep. Not to mention the extra inches I'm getting on my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard= hungry easily = eat alot&lt;br /&gt;Walk ard alot = thirsty = drink alot of water = go toilet many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to reliable sources, I've found myself a godmom and a sister. JAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only passwords I wanna see next time is either &lt;em&gt;ngjunkai&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;luveric&lt;/em&gt; pls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead is what he is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He does what he please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The things that he has you never gonna see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you never gonna be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sketch a little keyhole for looking glass people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't wanna see him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You only wanna be him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama's got a scarecrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta let the crow grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man can't always reap what he sow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114168763529170205?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114168763529170205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114168763529170205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114168763529170205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114168763529170205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/triangles.html' title='triangles'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114134368419804191</id><published>2006-03-03T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T07:54:44.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang bang</title><content type='html'>Shoot me twice in the head. Please.&lt;br /&gt;only 61 and what a mess it has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention the additional fact that I fucking hate being ignored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114134368419804191?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114134368419804191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114134368419804191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114134368419804191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114134368419804191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/bang-bang.html' title='bang bang'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114130716772957927</id><published>2006-03-02T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:51:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know myself well</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Lightning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/lightning.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful yet dangerous&lt;br /&gt;People will stop and watch you when you appear&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're capable of random violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: performing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed that it would be lightning and it did turn out to be true.&lt;br /&gt;I know myself that well?&lt;br /&gt;1st of the online chracter online tests I did after I wrote about how much I hated them.&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of the princess. JAJAJAJA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114130716772957927?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114130716772957927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114130716772957927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114130716772957927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114130716772957927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-know-myself-well.html' title='I know myself well'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114128981292363051</id><published>2006-03-02T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:21:25.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out this chao botak aka turn-over-a-new-leaf choo poh choon!!! JAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image019.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image019.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was at the aircraft show on sun with Mr and Mrs James Tan and his in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rounds of this plane was as big as the size of my fist. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image045.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image045.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Classic photo: Last time of nite-cycling with my bros and we got not 1 but 2 of them having cramps at the same time. Tha's lionel infront and Andrew at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image044.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image044.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shagadelic @ home. Forgot what I wanted to write about. Old liao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lunch with Jensen the man was great. Suerb business analyst cum smart investor.Lots to learn from the wise one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kopi with shaunie didi was great. All the best for yourNS(Recruit) life bro. Looking forward to see you botak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great to know Mr. She Morgan Jincong has finally found a job. BUt pls dun anyhow sms during working hours. JAJAJAJAJA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Newsflash: Chalet 3 and 16 spotted in NTU. With a canteen(read:food court right at your doorstep) . The only thing's that lacking is cable tv on a plasma screen plus an alcohol license.Not to mention the access card you need to scan. Reminds me so much of NUS's PGP. -__-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When in doubt, ask.&lt;br /&gt;When sick, drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;When playing, enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;When studying, concentrate on it.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m around, come over.&lt;br /&gt;Really glad all those around me have the motivation to study hard this sem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DA JIA JIA YOU BAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114128981292363051?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114128981292363051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114128981292363051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114128981292363051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114128981292363051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-pics.html' title='random pics'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114123290264899296</id><published>2006-03-02T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:08:22.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nehnehpok</title><content type='html'>tio caught for the 2nd time with pants down by the same person!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;got more heng anot???&lt;br /&gt;4D also not so zhun ar.....tmd.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to terence tay jangyen , there's actualyl a thumbdrive in this world with a capacity of 1.28mb.&lt;br /&gt;KNN can I slap your face??? That's less than a freaking floppy. It's 128mb lah CB!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;liao lim bei ey si kan help you back up your files.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of undergrads we have these days. Tsk Tsk Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114123290264899296?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114123290264899296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114123290264899296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114123290264899296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114123290264899296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/03/nehnehpok.html' title='nehnehpok'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114114383646943734</id><published>2006-03-01T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:23:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagedalic day</title><content type='html'>Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.hardwarezone.com/showthread.php?t=1233216"&gt;http://forums.hardwarezone.com/showthread.php?t=1233216&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much for sexual pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people are all afraid to be alone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i am not exception&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps thats is why everyone is looking to the ends of the earth for their other half, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;he half that not only compliments themselves, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but also has the qualities that they themselves do not have. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;together in union, their half status becomes inconsequential and they become one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate being alone, the feeling sucks and it kindof gets to you on nights such as these. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the nights that u cant pick up the phone and call and talk to someone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where u cant sweet talk any1 or hear honey coated words directed to your ears. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;such nights where u close your eyes knowing that tmw would almost be the same as the previous day;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from shangwei. My dear minion, you need some advice from Xuruyun the man himself. JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, I've said it before and I shall say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funkygrad.com/beachfiesta06"&gt;http://www.funkygrad.com/beachfiesta06&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favour, go register yourself an account and vote for F6.&lt;br /&gt;More yourself worthwhile. If you register and vote for other girls, you can pretend to not know me the next time you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head's all up in the rain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know it'll be sunshine again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mama's given me this piece of ass,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm gonna shake it all night long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all your wishes and dreams come true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that you are already dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114114383646943734?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114114383646943734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.funkygrad.com/beachfiesta06"&gt;http://www.funkygrad.com/beachfiesta06&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please vote for Stephy(F6) and her partner Yaomin from the Houston Rockets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114108466797631435?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114108466797631435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114108466797631435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114108466797631435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114108466797631435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/02/chio-bu.html' title='chio bu'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114096273658489633</id><published>2006-02-26T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:09:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>low point in life once again</title><content type='html'>Secret Mission II failed......&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He' everything you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He everything you need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says all the right things at exactly the right time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he means nothing to you and you don't know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am everything you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am everything you need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am everything inside of you that you wish you could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say all the right things at exactly the right time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114096273658489633?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114096273658489633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114096273658489633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114096273658489633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114096273658489633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/02/low-point-in-life-once-again.html' title='low point in life once again'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-114025593019793101</id><published>2006-02-18T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:45:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butt break one last time</title><content type='html'>I love my bros.&lt;br /&gt;All of them.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, Weizhong, PG, Kairen, Lionel, Jack, Si mian.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;One last time.&lt;br /&gt;We were champions once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing would be done at all if a man waited till he could do it so well that no one could find fault with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114025593019793101?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114025593019793101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114025593019793101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114025593019793101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it?&lt;br /&gt;How do you think the outcome will affect the person??&lt;br /&gt;Must we always considerate other people's feelings when we do some things, or say some things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Feedback pls.&lt;br /&gt;Think alcohol really kills neurons and simply retards your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Too many voices telling me too many different things.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to do with too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No italics lah. can't think of any with the state of mind I'm having now.&lt;br /&gt;Just pray I dun buang on the road can liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-114013429226638854?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/114013429226638854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=114013429226638854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114013429226638854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/114013429226638854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/02/boooo.html' title='boooo'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113989031499417596</id><published>2006-02-14T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:11:55.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtracking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                         New addition to this year's CNY dinner celebrations: Dragon dance!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Didn't know NTU lion dance troupe got so many people. NO Ang Baos one lah!!! come so many for what sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OEI, pro lah... but why never give us 4 numbers ar???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before. Cannot post the After pic. Total chaos. Lost my chopsticks and whole hand cover with carrot and chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hall9's very own 168club. Fanclub membership is now open for registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This year CNY dinner was not too bad. But lim bei damn suay. After 4 yrs still never win the lucky draw. BUt nvm, it's all good. Last time for us in a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOt myself hooked on this korean serial called My name is sam soon. Fucking funny show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i told my mom about the serial, she waved my off by saying that she n my dad had already watched it. OMFG!!! SHe even called me a noob!!!! SMLJ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are watching another korean serial called Full House, after I told them its quite funny. These 2 old folks can watch until 3-4am in the morning. DAmn...I can hear my mom'saughter from my room. Your son still got work in morning one leh auntie.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113989031499417596?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113989031499417596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113989031499417596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113989031499417596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113989031499417596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/02/backtracking.html' title='Backtracking'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113948248719706518</id><published>2006-02-09T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:53:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Watched I not stupid too the other day. Jack Neo drives the nail home once again with this follow up of the 2002 I not stupid. Probably most of the people who watched it can relate to it. Told the stories of each of us while growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quite appropriate for people around my age I guess. Can relate to most of the scenes while having a good laugh at it. Sense of deja vu I must say. The scene that hit me most was the dad on hospital bed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can safely bet my money that 95% of the people in the cinema did shed a tear or two, except for some bastards who laughed at the funeral scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you receive an sms like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                 I'm horny tonite.... Jajajajajaja....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give that man some ass I say. JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party on fri nite at Newsroom BAr with the B.O.B was kinda fun. Esp if there's someone in the group who sucks at finger guessing game and ended up getting drunk before12. Being the one who kena all the verbal backlash was some tough shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, man it's all cool. Been there. Done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day today once again. A colleague told me that he never have sex on this day cuz the memories will be too fond. OR isit? Dunno, don't care, don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents, chocolates, flowers? Nah.... I wun be such a fool to let those florist earn my marnee....Too much promotion crap nowadays...It's just another day....But then again... my candy heart begs to differ. JAJAJAJAJA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COngrats to Miss Ng for receiving such a wonderful present ar... JAJAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;SOmething really special from the heart ya??? Tears flowing and speechless?? Man I should learn more from Mr. Lim. DOnt's care ah, I'm gonna be the god dad of your first born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance surveying later. CLaim until that farker kar chng pi ar!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;According to reliable sources, he stays in one of the halls. Ho yi si ar!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113948248719706518?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113948248719706518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113948248719706518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113948248719706518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113948248719706518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113938568773659765</id><published>2006-02-08T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T16:01:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paintball crossfire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paintball Paintball Paintball!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;30 bucks per person for 40 balls. additional balls at $10 for 20 balls&lt;br /&gt;Ask me for more details.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;24/02/06 see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lift you up like the sweetest angel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear you down like a whore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113938568773659765?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113938568773659765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113938568773659765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113938568773659765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113938568773659765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/02/paintball-crossfire.html' title='paintball crossfire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113935708482286647</id><published>2006-02-08T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:16:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead to the world</title><content type='html'>BLEH. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the minute of decay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm on my way down now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to take you with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113935708482286647?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113935708482286647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113935708482286647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113935708482286647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113935708482286647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/02/dead-to-world.html' title='dead to the world'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113929991558789464</id><published>2006-02-07T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T16:11:55.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday blues???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shane at ngee ann city participating in the 70hrs dj no talk thingy. He's eating an ice-ream btw&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image046.0.jpg"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image046.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's rod monterio. Brought his bicycle along so that he can cycle in the morning in the cubicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image044.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hmm..Seems like a zoo there with many ppl takoing pics of the DJs...JAJAJA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hp-always-ringing and forever busy daniel. JAJAJAJA!!! Give me that IP Crypt key!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image040.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image040.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look serious right??? Looking at girl pics loh I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image039.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image039.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever reliable rendi with that dai jiao face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image038.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image038.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Francis da man!! ultimate multi-tasking man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image037.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pro-looking weng fai. Production-line with 3 lappies in tow!!! Don;t give me that shag face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image036.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goofy lai. The fastest finger when it comes to cloning and configurations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&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/17395170-113929991558789464?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113929991558789464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113929991558789464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113929991558789464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113929991558789464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/02/tuesday-blues.html' title='tuesday blues???'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113921560090339542</id><published>2006-02-06T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:46:40.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super duper pissed!!!!! No mood to blog. Whoever sees this bike FX351P please call me immediately. It a Honda Phantom. COuld be a NTU student. Got balls to knock down ppl's bike no balls to admit ar?? No courtesy to inform??? Nabei&lt;br /&gt;Also looking for a girl with a nose stud staying in hall9. Either in 46 or 47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SImply no mood to work, just some random pics to show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken at MOS toilet at the request of Jacq, who wanted to see what's the guys toilet is like. Pic of Lee Yueh Hua peeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This farker's back form china, with his tiong-ed haircut. Trying hard but doing very well indeed to fit in to the tiong society. EVen his accent got a slight hint of tiong liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken at shaunie's place after the lion dance. See any numbers?? Pls tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh ya..we seriously dun look like Uni students! MUAHAHAH!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                         -http://mrtaboo.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True lah bro...anyone who sees us on the street wun even have the slightest idea that we are undergrads....just like what shaunie's mom and aunite thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON a side note, I just wish to voice out my opinion that whatever the arguement or conflict is, threatening others with suicide is definitely not an option.&lt;br /&gt;WhY sO viOleNt siaH, rElaC lAh. TaLk iT oUt CaN lIaO MaH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey. Mr. Superstar,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. porno star, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. sickly star,&lt;br /&gt;I want to get sick from you&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. fallen star,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I worship you?&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. big rock star,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow up just like you&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. superhate,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love you&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. superfuck,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go down on you&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. supergod,&lt;br /&gt;Will you answer my prayers?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mr. superman,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your little girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey mr. superstar,&lt;br /&gt;I'll kill myself for you&lt;br /&gt;Hey mr. superstar,&lt;br /&gt;I'll kill you if I can't have you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;superstar, superfuck baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113921560090339542?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113921560090339542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113921560090339542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113921560090339542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113921560090339542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-duper-pissed-no-mood-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113872461077287316</id><published>2006-02-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:23:30.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY</title><content type='html'>Happy CNY everyone!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older, CNY loses its meaning more. As I am too pai seh to get ang baos anymore or go visiting. They just keep asking the same old questions.ZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwned a piece of fat pork from china in in-between. PLay it twice a week and  you will have enough cardiovascular workout for the whole of the week. JAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare that shaun's mom is the funkiest, most friendly and funniest mom that I ever met. JAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagged. Work tomolo. More crap tomolo in office if time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your world is an ash tray,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We burn and coil like cigarettes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more you cry your ashes turn to mud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do YOU get all the love in the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113872461077287316?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113872461077287316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113872461077287316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113872461077287316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113872461077287316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113811155901525336</id><published>2006-01-24T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:29:00.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%^&amp;*</title><content type='html'>I've said before and I shall say it again:&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate it when some people don't move into the train carriage, don't move to the back of the bus, and walk on the walkway like their their granddad own the whole god-damn road.&lt;br /&gt;NBCB. That's the reason why I simple loathe public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd what's with working women and black? Was on my way to lunch today, when I saw like 10 women in black sitting on tables in a cafe below my workplace. There were no women wearing any other colours except black. Why? Really think wear black makes one looks slimmer? If you are really fat, there's really no point in wearing black just to give others a slight opticall illusion that you are not THAT fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I seeing things or what: For the 2 days I took public transport, I only saw like 2 out of 10 ladies which are actually on the right size. Are sg women getter fatter? Or are they eating too much good food and getting too pampered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out yesterday that there are 3, not 2, of my peeps' blogs who listed link to my blog as beng eric....ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some children died the other day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We fed machines and then we prayed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puked up and down in morbid faith,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have seen the ratings that day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113811155901525336?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113811155901525336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113811155901525336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113811155901525336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113811155901525336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='!@#$%^&amp;*'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113802089148161607</id><published>2006-01-23T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:54:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting more and more tired</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this body of mine need some readjustment to the current body clock. Still getting ridiculously tired even though I slept most of my sunday away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been talking to a few of my colleagues today. It never came across their minds that I am from Uni. KNN. Still think I'm from poly. Whether it's my face and outlook they don't think I'm from Uni or is it that my new haircut made me look younger, I dunno. mutter mutter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, first time eating at Subway in my whole life. DOn't laugh you cb kias.... there's always a first time for everything. Food not bad, cookies tastes fabulous and ingredients fresh. ALrite nia lah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundane job coming up...Sam old routine of doing the same thing everyday: Transferring data from old lappies to new lappies plus doing new configurations etc etc..... Only plus point(well, not exactly plus point) is meeting different users everyday and listening to simply bimbotic questions and trying to answer them without getting irritated or laughing my ass off. No rude pls hor eric. JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been thinking for the past few days about a certain topic... well...maybe shall blog about it next time... not now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIM BEI IS KAN PUA JI TEI EY TIRED AR.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sleep and take care of my tao hua yan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just how deep do you believe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you bite the hand that feeds? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you chew until it bleeds? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you get up off your knees? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you brave enough to see? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you want to change it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113802089148161607?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113802089148161607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113802089148161607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113802089148161607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113802089148161607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/getting-more-and-more-tired.html' title='getting more and more tired'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113768408559548611</id><published>2006-01-19T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:32:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irrational thoughts</title><content type='html'>SLowly getting used to not smoking while shitting. Aye, found out I actually did the most thinking while in shower. Just nowhere and nothing to pen my thoughts down. Damn, still wrapped in my towel dripping with water while writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got pulled down to hall8 to see the results of I. chess. News is that we are in danger of losing our rec title. Of course, if its news spread by the loudspeaker of hall9, it's bound to be exagerating. Fucking retard. I would offer the loudspeaker a cup o' shut-the-fuck-up. In the end, all we did there was wait and when the results were out( which was in our favour), all we did was a few cheers and a round of applause. Kinda of treated it like a short walk after block supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to note: Never buy a pair of shorts that is a size too small. Makes one looks like shit when one is already shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I did or said anything that makes you feel resentment against me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I apologise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm missing you like crazy already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz you are the only reason why I am back in hall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113768408559548611?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113768408559548611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113768408559548611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113768408559548611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113768408559548611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/irrational-thoughts.html' title='irrational thoughts'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113767338560853660</id><published>2006-01-19T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:23:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>much ado about nothing</title><content type='html'>Almost a week of ia and I am feeling tired already. SImply not used to waking up so early in the morning. To add fuel to the fire, the morning and evening traffic jam totally turned me into a hell-rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with dailing for lunch on tue afternoon and steph for dinner. Food was great, conversation was good, and the wallet is feeling the pinch. Nope, I don't think its cuz of &lt;em&gt;nu ren yuan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagedalic day today at the office. Pretty much stared at lcd screens for 8 hrs. I bet my eyes blinked less than 50 times during this period. Had to transfer some user data from their old lappies to the new ones. And had to setup the network and system configurations. Can safely say that I learnt quite abit about system set up and network configurations. Was working on my lappy after lunch. It belonged to one the middle age guy in the office. So I told him:" Hey, the process will take around 4 hours. So I'll get back to you when I'm done ok." He said ok and went along doing his own things. Without his lappy, obviously he can't do any work. So Mr. I-am-single-and-balding-and-middle-aged-sporting-a-beer-belly went around reading newspaper and buy stuff to eat for his tea break. HOWEVER, why the fuck must he come around my table and asks: "How is it huh?? Done liao??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I was smiling during the 1st hour when he asked the question. When he persisted till the 2nd hour, I almost lost it. KNN lah, told you 4 hrs liao cannot understand isit?? Which part of "after 4 hrs I'll get back to you" do you not understand me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse thing is when he's not asking me the same old question, he's floating around behind my back watching me do work. Nabei, your lappy got porn scared me see isit??? And he asked my partner where I go after he saw me leaving my desk. CCB, go toilet also cannot ar??? you really think lim bei give a shit about what;'s inside your lappy? zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super duper tired, both mentally and physically. Wanted to talk about my charge. But simply can't take the fatigue no more. Let's just sum it all up by saying I never paid the fine. Since it's my first time, they let me off. But i'm suppposed to go take my ippt by this year's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your lover,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be tomorrow I am anything when I'm high.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113767338560853660?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113767338560853660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113767338560853660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113767338560853660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113767338560853660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='much ado about nothing'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113746198308442963</id><published>2006-01-17T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:39:43.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here in the office</title><content type='html'>JAJAJAJAJAJAJA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;There's internet access right here in STB!!!!!! w00t!!!! Company broadband rox0r!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Confirm faster than the lj school network!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;First post in the office!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn slack with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113746198308442963?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113746198308442963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113746198308442963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113746198308442963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113746198308442963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/right-here-in-office.html' title='right here in the office'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113745477243752877</id><published>2006-01-17T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T07:39:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of work</title><content type='html'>Good morning Singapore. I have shifted home. Reason being I'm now working at STB in orchard. Therefore staying at home is nearer. The only sad thing is that baobei is in hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M MISSING MY BAOBEI ALR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113745477243752877?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113745477243752877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113745477243752877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113745477243752877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113745477243752877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/1st-day-of-work.html' title='1st day of work'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113733349851263258</id><published>2006-01-15T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:58:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-day tomolo</title><content type='html'>Advice to boys and girls who are living in double rooms. Never ask your other half to sleep over. Just in case your roomie returns the following morning without warning. To make you even more pai seh, the roomie's parents came along as well. JAJAJA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomolo's the start of the wake up at 7am days. And for the next 6 months or so, I'll probably be doing the same mundane routine over and over again. Let's just hope there's internet access at my IA place so that I can blog. It is at such times that I will come up with bo liao stuff to blog about, just to waste some time. Perhaps I'll have more ideas then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about work, would you pay an undergrad girl 2k per month just to do some photo-copying and buying coffee(read: high class officed girl)?? Man, give me 1.8k per month and I'll glady do it for you. Apparently, some of us, when we grad, the jobs we do practically have no link or whatsoever with our course of studies. Which brings me to the point on why are we studying for? Is it for the sake of bringing smiles on the faces of our parents or is it really cuz you are interested in why X+Y=Z. I do admit that some of us are really curious on how computers work, but it is the undeniable fact that some of us are only interested in that piece of paper which says you are an honors holder. It really makes people look at you at a different way. And when you  are doing your resume, that piece of certificate sure does wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which sets me thinking: Would you treat the person with more respect if you know that particular person excels in his/her studies? Will you listen to that person more? Also, if you know that this particular person sucks at studying and everything, do you have a sense of despise when talking to this person? Such is the nature of humans. As someone points out to me, we are all judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we are somehow or will be affected by what people say behind our backs. I say we fuck it, get a life, and move on. Moral of the story: Singaporeans are just too fucking self-concious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another whiney post. Seriously, I think I've become a grumpy old man. Hell, I'm getting butterflies in my stomach for tomolo's IA. Boring, I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;White thrash get down on your knees,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time for cake and sodomy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113733349851263258?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113733349851263258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113733349851263258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113733349851263258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113733349851263258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/d-day-tomolo.html' title='D-day tomolo'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113708911698656183</id><published>2006-01-13T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T02:23:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>AYe, no updates in a week. Think now's a good time to drop a not or somthing. Nothing to blog about for the past one week. NO ideas and the brain juice not flowing. Just gonna update some stuff that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall9 lost 3 semi-finals in 3 days. Soccer last sat. Rugby on sun , then basketball on mon. This year our sports really cui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been rather busying for the past 1 week. Shopping for ia clothes plus inspection of my bike, which I failed. KNN. Have to go fix up bike and go back for inspection again. The rain hasn't stop pouring for the past 1 week. It has stoppped for a while, but when you think the road is drying up, it comes back again. The rain god just love to play around with me, as I got myself caught in the rain for 4 straight days. To make matters worse, I seriously can't get any laungry done in the rain. The clothes has been hanging on my clothes line for the past few days already and they are still damp. There's this smell that comes along with the clothes when it has not seen any sunshine. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the rain. Yes, I couldn't get anything done. So I pretty much spent the time in my room, under my quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;in her shoes&lt;/em&gt; just now. Pretty much a ladies movie I must say. Interesting dialogue they have in the movie, which doesn't make me feel tired after 131 mins. The only bummer what that there's a man snoring away halfway through the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I tio charged ar CCB!!!!!! But it's my fault lah. Never go take IPPT , now must go back camp report and pay fine. NB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally cut my hair today cuz of IA. Been a laughing stock of some people ever since I got back. Not used to my new hair cuz too used to the old style, they say. I hereby declare no photos of me shall be taken for the next 4 mths or so. Must let the hair grow back. nabei...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know got people frequent my blog one.... thanx to those who is kapoh enough to know what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanx to dailing for the banner. Nicely done. See you on your wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the one that I love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one that I hold true in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113708911698656183?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113708911698656183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113708911698656183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113708911698656183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113708911698656183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113656948645847939</id><published>2006-01-07T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:48:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stock market wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image015.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image015.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      If poeple like me also can enter uni, so can you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/1600/Image004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7400/1675/320/Image004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Hong kong &lt;em&gt;gu huo zai&lt;/em&gt; or going for a &lt;em&gt;song ka???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping for IA clothes today, with a free in-house fashion consultant. HAH! Never knew I can look good in stripes and bright colours. Bought 4 shirts and 2 pants. Should be enough since I got 3 more shirts and another pair of pants at home. Given my lazy nature, wrinkle-free is a must. Blew somemore money on boxers too. Wallet's like a freaking stock market: Last night it was full of $$ , and now I've only got enough to barely survive this coming weekend. Long long time never go fish&amp;amp; co. to eat. AS usual, ordered the seafood platter for 2. Aye, fuck this shit. Why am I talking about such things anyway. Now my blog sounds girly, where they rant and rave over their shopping items and food they ate. It's time for some intellectual shit, or is it? Cuz' some one simply couldn't wait to push me infront of the comp, forcing me to blog and dying to read my entry.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a conversation with an army friend of mine this afternoon. Last seam he practically failed all his subjects, save for 1. Now he's not those type of lazy people like me, nor is he a party animal like me. Not that he's inconsistent, just that he did mug like everyone else during exams period. Perhaps it's his study methods. The thought of him being stupid never crossed my mind. Maybe he's just unlucky. SOmeone told me I'm smart, but not intelligent. Which brings me to the point whether undergrads these days are stupid or not? Does having a good 'A' levels result justify the person as being able to cope with university workload? IMHO, 'A' levels is chicken shit compared to the hell I am experiencing now. I never thought of anyone who has entered the uni as stupid. I think it all boils down to personal determination. Perhaps the most common 'illness' that undergrads suffer is laziness. Esp during exams period where you had to cramp all 13 weeks of study into your head, only to puke it all out in 2.5 hrs. &lt;em&gt;Shag lah, sian lah, tired lah. no mood lah&lt;/em&gt; are probably the most common phrases I hear during exam times. It all translates to laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are methods which I find useful during these times: 1)psyche myself up by keep telling myself I should not let my parents down, nor should I waste their money. 2) not matter how boring the subject is, or how difficult to understand the topic is, just keep re-reading and re-doing it. Whether you have interest in it or not is another matter all together. 3) Aim for one guy you hate in the course(or whom last time he/she suan your results one), tell yourself you must study hard and do better than him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, enough liao. People must be wondering why am I talking about exams at the start of the seam. Cuz lim bei this seam no exams!!! JAJAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;Those who had exams this seam, please....for the love of all things good and holy, STUDY HARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd yeah!!!!! Lee yuahua is coming back for a drinking &lt;em&gt;session&lt;/em&gt; later!!!! COme back from china, he has been tiong-ed. Hairstyle macam like ah tiongs now. JAJAJAJAJAJAJA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer semis later in the day, we will win lah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rugby match on sun, time to break some bones!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will definitely get to see me even during my IA,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113656948645847939?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113656948645847939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113656948645847939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113656948645847939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113656948645847939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/stock-market-wallet.html' title='Stock market wallet'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113640991983060446</id><published>2006-01-05T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T05:25:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merci beaucoup</title><content type='html'>For getting one of the items on my xmas wish list, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;For writing so well of a piece of tissue paper, I praise you.&lt;br /&gt;For giving me your everything, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cd's gonna get stuck in my cd player for a long long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113640991983060446?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113640991983060446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113640991983060446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113640991983060446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113640991983060446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/merci-beaucoup.html' title='merci beaucoup'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113638286650948940</id><published>2006-01-04T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:05:59.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Beginning New Start</title><content type='html'>New blogskin for the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Stephy for the new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I like it alot. Thanx girl!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, Mr. Lee Yuehua is back from china!!!!! w00t!!!! supper with him cum JB trip later!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113638286650948940?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113638286650948940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113638286650948940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113638286650948940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113638286650948940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-beginning-new-start.html' title='New Year New Beginning New Start'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113622651774447742</id><published>2006-01-03T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:32:29.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jouer nouvelle anneè</title><content type='html'>WASSUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;First post of 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYE countdown was the worst in my 24 years of life. A night whereby I never had a single drop of alcohol. Not that it's isn't good, just that I believe alcohol comes with celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;I practically spent the last few of hours of 2005 queueing up at MOS, and the first few mins of 2006 still queueing outside MOS. Had the countdown right outside in the queue surrounded by a bunch of angry mob.It didn;t helped that I even jumped queue twice but still can't get in. I hereby declare it as the worst countdown of my life. PUI. I did not had my ass groped by some bangala however. I hear that there were sad cases of girls who were molested along orchard road. As long as the place need to pay money, you won't find the bangalas there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off more was the fact that they told me it was full house when I was like 5 metres from the entrance. 5 fucking metres, to hearing Darren Emerson live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncers taunt us further by throwing party packs into the crowd. WHAT? You think by giving out such free stuff is enough to pacify us? FUCK. Should have bought the presale tix in the first place. The crowd in turn threw the stuff back across the road to the crowd at the other side and at the bouncers. My heart goes out to the driver of the Ferrari whose baobei car was pelted with whistles and stuff from the party packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look across my bros' faces and one can tell their faces were blacker than the tarmac. At 1245 we decided enough was enough and we shifted to Zouk. Sitting in the SLK which totally messed up my hair kinda reminded me that I should go get myself a haircut soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Zouk, we realised that the crowd was not there and the cover was way to expensive. It was then decided that we should just simply go for supper and call it a day. They then shifted to newton. I had my own supper plans at geylang at yong he tou hua. Sorry bros for not joining you guys at newton. But I was really glad that we did spent the countdown together and the wished each other happy new year. The warm handshakes and the brotherly hugs that were exhanged reminded me how long we have known each other. Someone once told me it's not the place you go to, but the company you are with. True to a certain extent, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for cab at the bus stop outside Zouk, I saw a malay couple dead drunk sitting and throwing up at the same time. WTF? I didn't know malays can consume alcohol??? The lady was trying my make herself throw up by making those funny noises. Funny cuz' I don't know what to type for the noise she made. It's those sounds from the throat that you make when you try to throw up. KNN lim bei hear liao also wanna vomit liao. After what seems like 15 mins of trying to throw up, one of their friends decided enough was enough and called their friends who drove. Once the car came, she was practically lifted and dumped onto the backseat, with her top and skirt soaked in her own vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then along came Dumb and Dumber. 2 guys who were totally wasted. Hugging each other as they walked along the pavement. Mumbling words which I couldn't decipher. Kissing each other on the forehead which made me sick. Then out of nowhere BAMP!!! 2 of them just fell onto the kerb on their back. As I was about to go help them, their friends came running along then helped them up. LJ lah, can't drink then don't drink so much can? I know it's new year, time to get high. But alcohol is for you to relax and if you get high, it's an awesome feeling. But to get drunk like a fucking dead fish is a no-no. Not only you made a fool of yourself, you created trouble for your friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More drama: Damsel in distress came to sit beside me. Tears in her eyes and sms-ing away on her hp, while I eyed her titties. The hp rang and I heard was her whining to the guy on the line about him pang seh her. Sob stories on New Year Day? Give me a break! Enough of the dramas, I was quietly hoping my ride would come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about cab queues, it was chaotic at the zouk bustop that night. I think the bouncers never bothered about helping people getiing cabs that night, as there was no bouncers stationed there. So the people were like moving more and more upfront the road in order to get a cab. Which leads to people jumping queue trying to flag a cab in advance. Vulgarities were shout amongst the angry people right at the back of the so-called queue. Well, most of the queue jumpers were the &lt;em&gt;ang mohs&lt;/em&gt;. Taller, bigger and longer, you also &lt;em&gt;lanlan&lt;/em&gt; right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No action, but plenty of drama on my worst countdown night. Next year die also must buy the pre-sale tix ar!!!!! The only nice thing was the 15 mins of cab ride plus the supper at geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went MOS last night on sms invite. Sun night, can;t expect much. No crowd at all. Got in quite fast. Saw a couple of friend and had a few drinks. Guess most of the people were all home resting hangovers from the previous night. All I saw there was an old crowd and lots of &lt;em&gt;bui cais. &lt;/em&gt;Liao lim bei ey si kan. Word of advice: Riding when you are high? Don't ever try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound like I'm whining? Hell, Yes! My thoughts? Do I ever think? Next post!!! This post long enough anot?? Cfm more than 6" loh!!!!Now to try out new blogskin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is spectacular,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere only we know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113622651774447742?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113622651774447742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113622651774447742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113622651774447742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113622651774447742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2006/01/jouer-nouvelle-anne.html' title='jouer nouvelle anneè'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113602330225260715</id><published>2005-12-31T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:01:42.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of 2005</title><content type='html'>Looking back at the past 364 days, time sure flies.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of ups and downs for me this year too, as it is for everyone. Simply too lazy to write it down. No point whining and complaining about things that has already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year resolutions for 2006:&lt;br /&gt;1) To really really really quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;2) To get my class 2 &amp; 3.&lt;br /&gt;3) Treat my parents better.&lt;br /&gt;4) To win the cb Toto.( only the 1st prize for me pls)&lt;br /&gt;5) Earn more money.&lt;br /&gt;6) Change bike.&lt;br /&gt;7) Visit my aunt more often.&lt;br /&gt;8) Less drinking and less clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;9) Exercise more to keep fit and pass IPPT.&lt;br /&gt;10) Save enough money for an overseas trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are some less impt ones which I don't want to put up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;May 2006 be a better year for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARTY AT MOS WITH DARREN EMERSON TONITE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395170-113602330225260715?l=kiamcaimia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/feeds/113602330225260715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395170&amp;postID=113602330225260715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113602330225260715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395170/posts/default/113602330225260715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiamcaimia.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-of-2005.html' title='last day of 2005'/><author><name>p0rn5tar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574939293511546551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395170.post-113566068910726732</id><published>2005-12-27T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:18:09.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hand that feeds</title><content type='html'>xmas and boxing day has never been so cosy. Snuggling up each other with choco, pizza, roasted duck, tibits and drinks. Switching between channels and making me falling in love with Sex And The City.&lt;br /&gt;Now now, guys could watch this show for its fair amount of tits shown too ok.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad was down with running nose. Too much reindeer delivery on xmas eve? =P&lt;br /&gt;My company and presence was perhaps the best I could have offered. After seeing the tears welling up, I could really understand the feeling of missing your family. I have decided to treat my parents nicer from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Teasing me here and there. Naughty naughty. And since when did a necklace become a bracelet?&lt;br /&gt;Not acting your age? It's ok, as long as the end of the day, when all the teasing and the change of mentality ends, I win. That's good enough. JAJAJA.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope there was smthg I could have done to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am seriously in need of a digi cam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case I forgot, NYE at MOS anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. And sd, stop calling me Mr. socks. It was just a simple comment. 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