<?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-35836115</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:54:09.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khim's Column</title><subtitle type='html'>It's some words that randomly pops out from my brain. Like this defying rampage of a war that flows out into my hands...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-6226852558059736245</id><published>2009-08-29T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:14:25.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so...</title><content type='html'>We're at number spot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Because you all made it possible. Keep working hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-6226852558059736245?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/6226852558059736245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=6226852558059736245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/6226852558059736245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/6226852558059736245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so.html' title='and so...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-8342755950599417235</id><published>2009-06-29T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:17:01.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ with all other legends...</title><content type='html'>I think they are having fun in some island. They could have been Elvis, Bruce, Aahliya... I dunno, having a ball and enjoying life, no stress. Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-8342755950599417235?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/8342755950599417235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=8342755950599417235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8342755950599417235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8342755950599417235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj-with-all-other-legends.html' title='MJ with all other legends...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-8405032606156599685</id><published>2009-06-24T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:35:49.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attempt (part ii)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SkGQ7LzCYQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vAeOMR5z7Fk/s1600-h/joy-wii+remote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SkGQ7LzCYQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vAeOMR5z7Fk/s320/joy-wii+remote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350717178746396930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My simulated joy-wii remote via AIcs2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-8405032606156599685?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/8405032606156599685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=8405032606156599685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8405032606156599685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8405032606156599685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/06/attempt-part-ii.html' title='attempt (part ii)'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SkGQ7LzCYQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vAeOMR5z7Fk/s72-c/joy-wii+remote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-5276251919399941042</id><published>2009-06-23T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:39:35.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H is for...</title><content type='html'>1. HOT&lt;br /&gt;2. H1N1&lt;br /&gt;3. HOLIDAY...ending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-5276251919399941042?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/5276251919399941042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=5276251919399941042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5276251919399941042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5276251919399941042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/06/h-is-for.html' title='H is for...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-490295142622132070</id><published>2009-05-31T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:25:26.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>It's the end of May; and a new month of June! I really should be typing, but I don't know what to type. My minds a full of blank and there're alot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one day when I saw a shade of green and white heron birds flying pass. Purple sakura-looking flowers laid the grounds and the warm sun kissed my cheeks. I wish the old place still stood; like the huge fields at Marina Bay. I could fly my colorful vibrant kite there with him... Although the temprature of the weather was warm, the air was cool and comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then awoken by a huge thud on the seat next to me on a Friday morning on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well, I just wanted to enter an entry for May la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hugs month of June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-490295142622132070?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/490295142622132070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=490295142622132070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/490295142622132070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/490295142622132070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1239275408806612105</id><published>2009-04-24T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:48:31.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silver</title><content type='html'>suddenly I had a glimpse of an uncle living on the 6th storey. His hair was all silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing old with time and how amazing the human body fades away into the essence of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toiling through the pains of age, the mind, the body, the facets of multiple journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many events, good and bad, many events although unfazed, memories etched faint and/or stanched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone should make the best of their days, for when we've gone we'll sail with the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-1239275408806612105?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1239275408806612105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1239275408806612105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1239275408806612105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1239275408806612105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/04/silver.html' title='silver'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1715141448802814442</id><published>2009-04-20T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:40:20.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I'm not on FB and I don't need it. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I'm not on FB and why I won't have an account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have enough friends.&lt;br /&gt;2) Nothing beats "slapping" and "punching" your friends in REAL-LIFE&lt;br /&gt;3) Throw pillow? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;4) I like to have selected and friends exclusive.&lt;br /&gt;5) It's gonna be like bubble-tea.&lt;br /&gt;6) I don't want to be trackable.&lt;br /&gt;7) Broadcasting myself? Nah, I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;8) It's rewinding back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;9) I prefer flying kite and doing something else more productive.&lt;br /&gt;10) I think it's silly.&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/35836115-1715141448802814442?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1715141448802814442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1715141448802814442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1715141448802814442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1715141448802814442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-3258658936806261501</id><published>2009-04-12T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:50:21.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be RESPONSIBLE!</title><content type='html'>Always wash your hands, look at your food before you eat and don't take anything too cold in todays weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for goodness sake, cover your mouths when you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COUGH AND/OR SNEEZE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know it's fugging annoying and you are spreading your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GERMS&lt;/span&gt; to everyone?!!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a responsible citizen. CAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fugging annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-3258658936806261501?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/3258658936806261501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=3258658936806261501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3258658936806261501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3258658936806261501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-responsible.html' title='be RESPONSIBLE!'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-7497671886059920963</id><published>2009-03-31T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:37:24.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of March 2009</title><content type='html'>We have come to the end of March 2009. What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human thing is very funny. It has no qualms about anything. It destroys and builds at the same time. It has the power to control and the power to fail. It has the ability to construct and also the means to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been made to withstand crash and being tested for quality. While others mulfunction; others thrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factory rejects. Branded individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an organism within an organism. It's strange but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what joke will April play tomorrow and if the joke is on us humans...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-7497671886059920963?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/7497671886059920963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=7497671886059920963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/7497671886059920963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/7497671886059920963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-march-2009.html' title='End of March 2009'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1885252834962100193</id><published>2009-03-20T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:52:20.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DND</title><content type='html'>You accidentally stepped on my crocs (almost my toes) and you didn't bother to turn around and apologise. The MRT jerked forward and I accidentally stepped your heel you turn over and hissed at me (while playing your PSP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really reckon that playing game excretes this violence? I guess like anything you do with vigor and concentration, at some point if you were to be "disturbed" you would probably unleash a percentage of violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this one scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are having a dump in the toilet, your mother yells at you, while you were in the midst of dumping that piece internally. Suddenly because of that yell and while you were concentrating so hard for it to pop out, that piece instincly retracts and disappears into the blackhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you'd feel like fugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel fugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the games add on to come character power of "violence" but I guess in any instance, if you were disturbed, you'd feel like you need to retaliate or some shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-1885252834962100193?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1885252834962100193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1885252834962100193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1885252834962100193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1885252834962100193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/03/dnd.html' title='DND'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-2052426688956122127</id><published>2009-03-10T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:09:21.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbZKWtM3GyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eHmMv6ZA2O4/s1600-h/logos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbZKWtM3GyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eHmMv6ZA2O4/s320/logos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311514564481194786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not that visually illiterate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-2052426688956122127?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/2052426688956122127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=2052426688956122127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2052426688956122127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2052426688956122127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess.html' title='I guess...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbZKWtM3GyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eHmMv6ZA2O4/s72-c/logos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-9177401019981917831</id><published>2009-03-08T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:16:17.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunday Morning:apeekcherstory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPFEPnRebI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3p9zC1kcqHg/s1600-h/6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPFEPnRebI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3p9zC1kcqHg/s320/6.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310805062301350322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPE54UGKCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ghs3j-K0LIk/s1600-h/5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPE54UGKCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ghs3j-K0LIk/s320/5.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310804884248209442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPE5dRw1AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YC9QRSU99d0/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPE5dRw1AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YC9QRSU99d0/s320/4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310804876990665730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPE5DVVvVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Mnhhe1-JXA/s1600-h/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPE5DVVvVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Mnhhe1-JXA/s320/3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310804870026345810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPE49sSAEI/AAAAAAAAADs/t4JWG2KzE28/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPE49sSAEI/AAAAAAAAADs/t4JWG2KzE28/s320/2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310804868511957058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPE4Yex4EI/AAAAAAAAADk/VWeN_gXeMXY/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPE4Yex4EI/AAAAAAAAADk/VWeN_gXeMXY/s320/1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310804858523213890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-9177401019981917831?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/9177401019981917831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=9177401019981917831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/9177401019981917831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/9177401019981917831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-morningapeekcherstory.html' title='A Sunday Morning:apeekcherstory'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SbPFEPnRebI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3p9zC1kcqHg/s72-c/6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-4799653051714849702</id><published>2009-03-03T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:14:38.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms for updates</title><content type='html'>1. Random stabbing of an Engineer Professor in NTU. &lt;strong&gt;Drama!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our dearest Singapore Tourist Icon; The Merlion struck by lightning and had 2 "lobangs" (holes) on the top of his mane. Someone actually suggested to leave the holes there and charge people $ to view the damaged head. &lt;strong&gt;WTF?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. While R&amp;D.ing on making confirmed gender of babies possible; they are on route to R&amp;D.ing the "choose-your-babie's-eye-colour" medical miracle. &lt;em&gt;I want a purpink eyeball colour! :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fast Food chains in SG are expanding amists the gloom. &lt;strong&gt;Choke!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A charlie chaplin looking Asian guy has been spotted at Velocity riding a modern day granny bike. &lt;em&gt;Chic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-4799653051714849702?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/4799653051714849702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=4799653051714849702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4799653051714849702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4799653051714849702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/03/randoms-for-updates.html' title='Randoms for updates'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-5196494544817154691</id><published>2009-02-25T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:27:43.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AE so cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb97737fa264c2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00fb97737fa264c2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331818915%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DA5DA08190400500F01AF0DF46D65F51D6C78AA.7A079627CFDEF2271EA77115A0CE6665CA12A144%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb97737fa264c2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1OceXdvt9MzpTPRRxTKkrgHMRhk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00fb97737fa264c2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331818915%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DA5DA08190400500F01AF0DF46D65F51D6C78AA.7A079627CFDEF2271EA77115A0CE6665CA12A144%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb97737fa264c2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1OceXdvt9MzpTPRRxTKkrgHMRhk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tried my hands on AE and am totally in love with it. (Thanks to tutorials from youtube that made this first attempt possible...:D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-5196494544817154691?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fb97737fa264c2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/5196494544817154691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=5196494544817154691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5196494544817154691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5196494544817154691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/02/ae-so-cool.html' title='AE so cool!'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1974232869349343406</id><published>2009-02-22T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:22:54.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a thankful soul...</title><content type='html'>It's important to be thankful; because taking something or someone for granted is not being very nice. Saying "Thank You" and or giving people a smile to acknowledge a kind gesture is a free movement. It doesn't take much by saying a simple thanks or smiling. It's free of charge. However, I've noticed that out of 10 people who moved out from a lift and being the last person out (who presses the "open" door button) I only get 1 out of 10 thanks. Of course I'm not asking for everyone to thank me and as the saying goes "never expect something in return, or you'll be disappointed..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My half observe that the commuters on public transport during the mornings has a very sullen look. They dread the morning, they dread the crowd, they dread their "neighbour's" odour, they dread the time taken to reach their destination, they dread everything surrounding them. Could we be more gracious at all? I invaded a tiny pore of space and you go "tsk"; what's that about man..? The space around is already so tight and you're still reading the papers... flicking your long hair and using your humongous bag as a pushing shield... It's totally disgusting. Thank goodness I only have 2 stops away from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being a thankful soul makes us a better and happier person. You "shrug" away unkindness and leaving a smile on your face really makes a difference. You untrouble yourself by not thinking negative thoughts and using positivity in against your anguish definitely calms your mind... I say; TRY IT. Try saying thank-you to that bus-uncle tomorrow... Try saying thank-you to whom ever is holding onto the lift for you, try smiling and above all, try being a thankful soul for yourself... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) It's gonna be a great work week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-1974232869349343406?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1974232869349343406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1974232869349343406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1974232869349343406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1974232869349343406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-thankful-soul.html' title='Being a thankful soul...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1523532948319833162</id><published>2009-02-10T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:56:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SZElI5BDLpI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ve74TL0sPuc/s1600-h/joywii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SZElI5BDLpI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ve74TL0sPuc/s320/joywii.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301059071066189458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My simulated joy-wii via AIcs2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-1523532948319833162?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1523532948319833162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1523532948319833162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1523532948319833162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1523532948319833162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/02/attempt.html' title='attempt'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SZElI5BDLpI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ve74TL0sPuc/s72-c/joywii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-3916658020723456586</id><published>2009-01-30T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:25:43.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if there wasn't I?</title><content type='html'>What would you do if one day you discovered you were not who you are? What if one day you wake up knowing you are someone else? What reaction will you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if there wasn't I" is written to celebrate those people who choose an otherwise path in their lives. They are those who make a difference; be it a correct or incorrect way. This is written, also to celebrate the fact that one day you chose not to be you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give up I and become You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become this unique and specific species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become You; not me, not I, but You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose to rebel against the fact that you were I for the rest of your life and take up this challenge to become otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose to take that alternative route in life in order to revelate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disclose this other character and take over the host and finally reveals You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you whom I would like to be; for you whom I may be in time; for you whom I will become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-3916658020723456586?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/3916658020723456586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=3916658020723456586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3916658020723456586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3916658020723456586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-if-there-wasnt-i.html' title='What if there wasn&apos;t I?'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1757480884467447201</id><published>2009-01-25T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:55:20.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness for the 牛 year!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging this right after my reunion dinner... We will be approaching the bull year pretty soon and I hope this bull year will be bullish and help the economy rise again... Yes, it may take some time and under the bull year it's gonna be tough but we will persevere and reap the fortunes in the Tiger year (hopefully) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great reunion dinner cos I had yummy home-cooked food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will start my angbao collection tomorrow, actually already started just now already :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oki, I shall sign off and prepare to welcome the 牛 year of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SXxvJfVi3yI/AAAAAAAAADE/q-Sbkx9JM1c/s1600-h/blinkie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 20px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SXxvJfVi3yI/AAAAAAAAADE/q-Sbkx9JM1c/s320/blinkie.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295229470702231330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-1757480884467447201?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1757480884467447201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1757480884467447201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1757480884467447201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1757480884467447201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness-for-year.html' title='Happiness for the 牛 year!'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SXxvJfVi3yI/AAAAAAAAADE/q-Sbkx9JM1c/s72-c/blinkie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-2358680705577973915</id><published>2009-01-11T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:59:12.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo Convention Singapore 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SWnrXL2dyvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wUH25KKL6uU/s1600-h/cgarver.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SWnrXL2dyvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wUH25KKL6uU/s320/cgarver.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290018020874111730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited the first ever tattoo convention in Singapore held at the EXPO on the 10th of Jan with my half. Boy was I excited, cos Chris Garver was there. Saw some of my students there too. All in all, the experience was awesome... too bad Kat Von D wasn't in, else I'd go more ga-ga-er. haha... Here's a snapshot of Chris signing some autographs but I wasn't in the mood to &lt;strong&gt;queue&lt;/strong&gt; to get his signature. I'm happy with this shot anywayz :D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school is starting so I'm rather excited. Another 17weeks of work and holidays starts again... Anyway CNY is really round the corner and things are bustling at home now and getting quite festive... I'm sure there're so much things to do now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'mma just gonna catch up with my half and have an early night. Ciao guys~ :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-2358680705577973915?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/2358680705577973915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=2358680705577973915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2358680705577973915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2358680705577973915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='Tattoo Convention Singapore 2009'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SWnrXL2dyvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wUH25KKL6uU/s72-c/cgarver.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-3344859486987336274</id><published>2009-01-06T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:50:27.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Save Save...</title><content type='html'>I've felt better after junking a percentage of my stuff out. And with the help of my half, we sorted out the stuff I needed to price and sell it at a flea-market. I've got roughly about 2·5 bagful of items for sale and will be selling it at the changi market area after CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the season CNY is just around the corner. Eat again. Gonna need to work out soon and blow the fats away. I also need to watch what I eat and gonna be taking less fried and oily food and try to have more fruits and veggie for my meals from now on. I guess my spending also need to slowly curb. From the amount of things that I have, I know sometimes I spend on impulse and it's really bad. Yes I know I will spend less cos I have to save for &lt;em&gt;other things&lt;/em&gt; from now on already. *grin* Have to save for the future right aka.chan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am quite good already and I think I will open another savings account soon once I get my Jan salery and that will set aside $$$ for the future. The $ saved will be used to buy &lt;em&gt;other things&lt;/em&gt;. How exciting! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-3344859486987336274?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/3344859486987336274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=3344859486987336274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3344859486987336274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3344859486987336274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-save-save.html' title='Save Save Save...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1183375723963144289</id><published>2009-01-01T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:06:09.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo</title><content type='html'>It's 2009! More things to come... I've passed my e-paper btw! Yay! To my half, work hard and have fun in your new working habitat! :) XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-1183375723963144289?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1183375723963144289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1183375723963144289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1183375723963144289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1183375723963144289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2009/01/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-5862836216865159591</id><published>2008-12-29T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:43:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curious Case of Quirk.</title><content type='html'>Glitter and sparkles, gun-shouting voices, those odd lime green pop-eye sandals and hugs and kisses from parents. You weren't exactly embarrassed while having those moment as a child were you? Where have they all gone? It's like life is slowly taking those child-like quirk moments from us day by day, hour by hour and it's only by chance of observation that it sparks a thought of de jevu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help by staring at a little toddy girl's top today in the MRT and I think to myself why is it that we can't wear those any more. Obviously we'll look stupid and it's like an attention seeking top. The little girl's top was filled with rainbows, sunshine, glitter and sparkles, flowers and bees and some sequents made into a shape of a horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all age, some of us grow to be rather sophisticated and wearing anything to do with childhood fashion = obnoxious. Well, some still prefer to stay well within their child-like years and resume those child-like fashion till they "wake-up" one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this really seem to make me feel "older". Although I am disinterested in being a grown up, somehow, time makes you realise things and I guess at a certain point in life, you have to really make way and well, I guess move with times. It's really odd to see an adult behaving like a child (unless he's handicapped) even so, we as humans sometimes still look(stare) at such people. Other species makes their scene in wearing childy fashion and looking equally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know maybe I am getting "older" and trying to make sense out of growing up and thus I am sprouting these irrelevant notes. But I would pretty much LOVE to dress my kids up one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-5862836216865159591?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/5862836216865159591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=5862836216865159591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5862836216865159591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5862836216865159591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/12/curious-case-of-quirk.html' title='The Curious Case of Quirk.'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-68153169032422777</id><published>2008-12-26T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:36:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Molidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SVRQ3A4JEgI/AAAAAAAAACs/KNh6cGmB86k/s1600-h/christmas0039.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 45px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SVRQ3A4JEgI/AAAAAAAAACs/KNh6cGmB86k/s320/christmas0039.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283937168870937090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas, sorry a day late as I was enjoying and soaking up the festive fun and cheer and giving and collecting presents to and from all over! hehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-68153169032422777?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/68153169032422777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=68153169032422777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/68153169032422777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/68153169032422777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-molidays.html' title='Merry Molidays!'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SVRQ3A4JEgI/AAAAAAAAACs/KNh6cGmB86k/s72-c/christmas0039.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-6340441746739137660</id><published>2008-12-15T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:45:14.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Pooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SUXEfoRAf0I/AAAAAAAAACk/NNe5aoxZYb8/s1600-h/wha+lao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279842185825517378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SUXEfoRAf0I/AAAAAAAAACk/NNe5aoxZYb8/s320/wha+lao.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspired by Stickgal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-6340441746739137660?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/6340441746739137660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=6340441746739137660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/6340441746739137660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/6340441746739137660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/12/party-pooper.html' title='Party Pooper'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SUXEfoRAf0I/AAAAAAAAACk/NNe5aoxZYb8/s72-c/wha+lao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-8466159161765241252</id><published>2008-12-14T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:38:21.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Media influenza</title><content type='html'>I always believe that times have changed and that there are so much media and info-ready materials for society to grab. What will happen to schools one day? The "world" has so much more to offer; so much more excitement then an academically confined container. I wonder a school has somewhat become a place where people convene to chat about their exhilarating happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SUSL8WhYKRI/AAAAAAAAACc/PbPptSGlhh0/s1600-h/playbrain.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279498532139051282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SUSL8WhYKRI/AAAAAAAAACc/PbPptSGlhh0/s320/playbrain.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there're still a minority who still are really hardworking and genuinely out to make the best of their school years. I guess what my teacher said before was rather true; school is the best place to be, so enjoy your stay because the working world is a whole new different story and one day, when you work, you'll look back and say, school was (somehow) a better place to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess Zouk-Out is officially over this morning. I wonder how many more poor people's belongings have gone M.I.A. i.e. handphones and wallets... It's raining now and rather gloomy; best time to sleep now man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my half stumble upon a site from my "bro's" site and Imma gonna introduce it here too as I think it's really a nice and awesome blog by a fellow SG blogger. Her site is clipped onto my e-journalist, although she doesn't use much words... &lt;a href="http://www.stickgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.stickgal.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Go on and look at it! It's really cool!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-8466159161765241252?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/8466159161765241252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=8466159161765241252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8466159161765241252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8466159161765241252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/12/media-influenza.html' title='Media influenza'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/SUSL8WhYKRI/AAAAAAAAACc/PbPptSGlhh0/s72-c/playbrain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-414224128597528845</id><published>2008-12-06T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:03:27.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Care Centres &amp; Old Folks' Home</title><content type='html'>It's a vicious cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-414224128597528845?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/414224128597528845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=414224128597528845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/414224128597528845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/414224128597528845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/12/child-care-centres-old-folks-home.html' title='Child Care Centres &amp; Old Folks&apos; Home'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1637747417104270097</id><published>2008-12-01T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:47:56.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just too much...</title><content type='html'>So many things happen this year. Although it's 2008, it just felt like it's 2h00rrible8. However, like my previous post, I guess it's the "washing" and things (well, hopefully) gets better in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is around the corner. What will you be doing? CNY is also rather early next year, so have you prepared your festival yet? All the recession and stuff I think my angbao collection this year will be minimal. LOL it keeps decreasing as the years go by; time for giving soon (haha). I've bought some toys for my nieces but have yet to get anything for my toddy neff. I dunno what to buy.... Maybe get him a toy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dec will be attending classes and taking the exam &gt;.&lt; I hope to pass my 2nd e-paper!!! That would be a nice christmas gift already. It's quite impossible to focus on study right now actually LOL... But I must! I will be on a long break; only starting work on the 2nd of Jan 09 and officially on the 5th of Jan 09... so, yeah Weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also must spiritually cheer my half on his exam which falls on the 7th of Dec. Try your very best to tackle the paper. Although the paper is a good 6hr long battle; give it your best shot! :) Gambette-ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im going shopping now... will be back to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, people, please cover your mouth when you yawn. It's totally digusting when your mouth is wide open and yawning and the smell from your cave down to the pitts is totally intolerable and often sewage-y and rancid. /BOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-1637747417104270097?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1637747417104270097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1637747417104270097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1637747417104270097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1637747417104270097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-too-much.html' title='Just too much...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-2048565905145101702</id><published>2008-11-20T09:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:52:26.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a gadget: Mobile phone</title><content type='html'>Will you feel sad? Handicapped? Say "ZOMGBBQWTF... my numbers and smses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first signs of death came when I couldn't press "2" and obviously, "a,b,c" on my mobile... I got a tad annoyed. That was 7:30am on the 18th of November 2008. On the night of 17th, I was browsing online for a new phone, as instinct had it, I was right. My mobile died officially this morning 20th November 2008. My new set will be arriving at 3pm this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been 3 years old coming Feb 2009, but it did not last to see it's birthday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-2048565905145101702?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/2048565905145101702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=2048565905145101702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2048565905145101702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2048565905145101702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-of-gadget-mobile-phone.html' title='Death of a gadget: Mobile phone'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-4010643406645072957</id><published>2008-11-18T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:14:45.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know... Don't buy...</title><content type='html'>If you know nuts about the product, don't even think of going near it even when the testimonials are crazee. Trust your gut and don't even attempt to try to think otherwise. If not, 后果不堪设想... you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I will be super generic therefore I am not saying what kinds of product. However, I know smart people like you guys can guess what I am trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to share some ironic moments with you... I will just type it out randomly and well, it's up to you to also ponder about those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario #1:&lt;br /&gt;people plugs in earphones in MRT. Service and info blast out from within trains e.g. If you see any suspicious bag, call blah blah blah... BUT you see people oblivious to the MRT's broadcasting. My mother even commented on some guy dressed up in smart suit playing PSP = Childish, Uncool and Totally Image-SmashT... LOL yeah. From her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario #2:&lt;br /&gt;Handphones are a nuisance to society (as quoted by my half). So, when we were young, people use to tell us to "WATCH WHERE WE ARE GOING" ... "ALWAYS LOOK AHEAD WHILE WALKING"... You'll remember right... and the super classic "advice" which is "DON'T READ WHILE YOU WALK" when people are reading their SMS or worse, watching video on their mobile devices!!! /gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of for now... But well, totaly ironic moments that I have observe... I think people-observing is so fun over a cuppa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Christmas is coming... What will you be doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-4010643406645072957?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/4010643406645072957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=4010643406645072957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4010643406645072957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4010643406645072957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-know-dont-buy.html' title='Don&apos;t know... Don&apos;t buy...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-7203593784765601759</id><published>2008-11-12T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:30:37.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspapers... They are good for you...</title><content type='html'>In a lot of ways of course... Primarily, they are source of good and bad news, gives you a variaty of advertisements, good for wacking insects (aka cockroach), some girls use them to cover their busty chest if they are wearing rather low tops in MRT to avoid "eyes" (Today newspaper), some people use them to wrap rubbish or food (HAHA!), some use them to put "poo-poo" or "doo-doo" and throw them away, some hawkers use them to store "kacang-puteh" (peanut snack) and some housewives use them to clean windows.... and many more good uses! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, newspapers are good for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-7203593784765601759?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/7203593784765601759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=7203593784765601759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/7203593784765601759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/7203593784765601759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/11/newspapers-they-are-good-for-you.html' title='Newspapers... They are good for you...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-4372055514185530270</id><published>2008-11-06T15:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:03:27.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highest viewership</title><content type='html'>Oh, that... of course what...everything so expensive, nobody wanna go out, therefore, people just stay at home and watch "FREE" channel drama, cartoons, documentaries... yada yada... So expensive; especially food la, shopping, PARKING... Please, the aircon in the departmental stores are not free man. You've spent your time and money getting there and ultimately you'd still pay a fee for "free" aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean; it's becoming a pretty uncheap place to stay, even though there're still some "bargains" if you know where to go, other than that, I think it's still a relatively daylight robbed place to stay (in the near future).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still developing you know? Can you imagine? Next time when really the other "buildings" and "other extra places" pops up, it will be even worse. I still dunno, I'm sure one day this place will sink cos, there're TOO MANY people and TOO MANY HOLES in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just chatting with the pantry aunty and she was saying that her niece has no "同年" . You know what is "同年" or not? It means childhood. So I asked her why (actually I know the reason(S) already, but wanted to relax a little longer) she said that... She goes saying that her niece is in pri 2 but already suffering from some sort of depression which makes her do strange things like pulling her hair and skretch her arms (when it's not even itchy). Seeing her time-table packed with un-necessary things, she just shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.njit.edu/~car5/Kids/sadkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://web.njit.edu/~car5/Kids/sadkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you will wonder, life during the "kampong" times are so much (less) stress-free and things will only get more complicated once society makes more advancement. Kids will need PhD to look for a job PLUS they need industrial experience and combined with EQ &amp;amp; IQ knowledge. Guess what, industrial attachment will start when they go PRIMARY 6! Of course this is just my foresight, which is totally un-imaginable. Scary thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah... 24hrs and so much things to do, to finish, to complete, to achieve... Everything also must do, where got time to enjoy... by the time get to enjoy = old and frail and maybe VIOLENT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-4372055514185530270?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/4372055514185530270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=4372055514185530270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4372055514185530270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4372055514185530270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/11/highest-viewership.html' title='Highest viewership'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-8425756386330072413</id><published>2008-11-04T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:48:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old yet perhaps not too deranged...</title><content type='html'>What I am referring to are our current society members. I kinda foresee that one day, not only are we to grow old and not too frail, we'll be this bunch of aggressive old folks who will be snatching every inch and pore of things that surround us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going back to the post where I said about squeezing into that tiny spot on trains. Today, something happened and it happened to me. Let me elaborate. I was on my way to work and I had to skip a train as it was too filled with the morning crowd. No worries, the next train is due in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. I'll wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next train, similar shit happens, the middle part of the 1 carriage was 60% filled while the entrance near the doors are like 120% filled. It's simply disgusting and very intolerable. So, I zapped to 2 units (carriages) away and pop into a space good for 1, &lt;strong&gt;BUT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I had to share my spot with 2 last minute entries of people and GUESS what happened next... my watch caught onto an Indian lady's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNTIED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hair and I tugged it a little and she was like &lt;em&gt;OUCH&lt;/em&gt;! I mean, come on, just a tug you think your hair is attached to the life support machine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;issit&lt;/span&gt;? I was just so pissed off. Why can't you tie your frizzy, morning-smelled, hair into a bunch or even a pony tail? Why must you let it all out like a loud fart? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Really you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these people grow old, they will be MEAN, GREEN and NOT so senile and will be &lt;strong&gt;FIGHTING &lt;/strong&gt;for more spots in society... just wait and see... I'm still really quite pissed off man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, for the other nice old folks, we should spend more time with them, cos their mind and brain is like some worn out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HDD&lt;/span&gt; and sometimes will either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;malfunction&lt;/span&gt;, or stop working totally. Let them have some work to do and they'll be alright and might even live longer. Make their brain and body work at least 5hrs a day so as to keep it "oiled" I guess my grandmother's memory is failing, as she could ask the same question 5 times within 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. It's kinda sad, but it's the truth, we'll be like that someday or some violent folks and &lt;em&gt;spit and hiss&lt;/em&gt; at you for ruining their $500 permed hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-8425756386330072413?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/8425756386330072413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=8425756386330072413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8425756386330072413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8425756386330072413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-yet-perhaps-not-too-deranged.html' title='old yet perhaps not too deranged...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-7707211236122549164</id><published>2008-10-31T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:47:25.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hello(it's the weekend)ween!</title><content type='html'>HAHAH! Even though today is FRIDAY, but most of us consider this to be "weekendish" already. Mood starts to rise and work sense turns to dip HEHEHE :p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a thought that came into my mind regarding China's rising into the scene. People always quote that at the beginning things are shaky, but once the dust settle, it will rise to the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess China is now "cleaning" up and therefore a lot of "things" are happening. Guess it's the right time when the $ market is not swell also 'cos the next step is to strenghten positivity in humans (I still dunno why it's not humen) to be strong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, metaphorically speaking, guess the "dragon" has awoken and charging his nostrils, which is why "things" are happening. My half said something to which perhaps it somewhat applies to this; some people suffer to let the other live. There's always "Yin &amp;amp; Yang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-7707211236122549164?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/7707211236122549164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=7707211236122549164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/7707211236122549164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/7707211236122549164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-helloits-weekendween.html' title='Happy Hello(it&apos;s the weekend)ween!'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-5327445922547750031</id><published>2008-10-30T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:01:29.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGI1/2F</title><content type='html'>Friday is approaching round the corner! YEAH! Gonna fetch my guy at the airport tomorrow and go visit &lt;del&gt;our&lt;/del&gt; &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; fave makan @ 85 Bedok :P~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-5327445922547750031?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/5327445922547750031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=5327445922547750031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5327445922547750031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5327445922547750031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgi12f.html' title='TGI1/2F'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-7715228774952191617</id><published>2008-10-18T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:21:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't hardly wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://daisypath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dv.daisypath.com/dpP6p8.png" alt="Daisypath Vacation Ticker" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-7715228774952191617?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/7715228774952191617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=7715228774952191617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/7715228774952191617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/7715228774952191617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/10/cant-hardly-wait.html' title='can&apos;t hardly wait...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-8359249514425269508</id><published>2008-10-16T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:51:55.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>water lillies...</title><content type='html'>May the recession bring forth something we can look forward soon. As far as I can remember, the previous recession happened like some 10 years ago... I guess I was too naive to realise the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I somewhat know the "idea", I think there are many badly "hit" people out there and I really feel sorry. All their hard-earn savings gone...just like that. No more year end bonuses and you can forget about getting that purchase in the shopping mall. People are tightening their pockets and are a little more wise about spending $. CASH IS KING is the statement now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this feeling some time back; that Singapore will be an expensive place to live in the near future. It may be a really happening place, but I have this tingling that there may be parts of the island that will be really poor, and the other side will be all bling and gling. Just a feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things rise and fall, thing change, people change, time change, society change... It's a vicious cycle. Earth is like this huge gigantic recycling plant. It keeps recycling human to work and work and work and recycling them, each time better than before. It's so scary right... I can't imagine next time we'll be like some bots or nots... ~creepy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, who says I write only 1 line of text... I can bombard and spam for all I care... and I will still have shitloads more to type out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. weekend is coming -1.&lt;br /&gt;need boost. need enery. need some time to space out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-8359249514425269508?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/8359249514425269508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=8359249514425269508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8359249514425269508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8359249514425269508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/10/water-lillies.html' title='water lillies...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-8493987152369071576</id><published>2008-10-15T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:07:25.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prior to this post...</title><content type='html'>1stism and "iwannagetthatpradabag" first attitude = being a bottle of reverted evian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I've typed any thoughts out and the topic that I so really wanna get into suddenly became blank LOL haha. Anyway, Let me try to recall my previous thoughts about that topic that I promised I'd try to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, clearing trays.. wait, maybe not, that's another topic of which I also would like to touch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Perhaps we go back to the subject of "rushing" and not giving way. People are becoming like this senile range of group. They rush to buy things, rush to book things, rush here, rush there, end up you know what? Like what my half say "Rush la, pay so much more, end up getting more fraustrated"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've observed that people rush into trains, rush into bus, yeah yeah, peak hour, don't want to be late, complain why public transport companies don't wanna produce more vehicles... blah blah blah, it's really quite fraustrating when people just like to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SQUEEZE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;through and get into that tiny spot in the train or bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays wanna get into the spot even though they know that their body may not pass the size limit. &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; you have people doing the &lt;em&gt;TSK&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;TSK&lt;/em&gt; ... then you know what, &lt;em&gt;boey song&lt;/em&gt; (not happy in Hokkien) loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything also wanna be first, first, first first... It's gonna hurt, OR ALREADY HURTING our current and coming generation. Why, because STRESS what. My MAMA want me to be FIRST in class, want me to have 100 marks for every damn shit, want me to score 300 for bowling, want me to score prefect 10 for gymnastics, want me to score this score that... BUT THINK about this... Do you SCORE in LIFE issue? Public Etiquette? Social Service? Charity? DID YOU SCORE IN HELPING THAT POOR LADY CROSS THE STREET? DID YOU SCORE IN GIVING UP YOUR SEAT TO THE PREGNANT LADY? DID YOU SCORE IN SHOWING MERCY TO SOCIETY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause, and don't let the world revolve you. You are to control the situation, don't let the situation take charge and make you all folly and fraustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from me, this is pure irony. Why, because I'm always rushing and darting here and there like this crazy woman. But I have come to terms with the fact that there're so much in life and if we rush, we might just miss that PERFECT moment out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"很信服hoh, 吃家里的饭..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted by one of my colleague. The above means, that it's a luxury to eat home-cooked food... Don't take things for granted, if you have time, which you should have, because it's managed by you, you should spend more time with your loved ones. They might not be there for you forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-8493987152369071576?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/8493987152369071576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=8493987152369071576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8493987152369071576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8493987152369071576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/10/prior-to-this-post.html' title='Prior to this post...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-4327647078289887453</id><published>2008-09-11T08:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:42:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1stism and iwannagetthatpradabag first attitude = being a bottle of reverted evian</title><content type='html'>I'm so going to write this, but I have to run some errands now, so hang in there for the time being...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-4327647078289887453?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/4327647078289887453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=4327647078289887453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4327647078289887453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4327647078289887453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/09/1stism-and-iwannagetthatpradabag-first.html' title='1stism and iwannagetthatpradabag first attitude = being a bottle of reverted evian'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-4002146830690494838</id><published>2008-08-29T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:37:36.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fabric season</title><content type='html'>Yes! It's the 'Make It Work!' season again. The new cycle of Project runway never fails to make me wanna buy that sewing machine and start making my own fabrication! I just watched the opening of the 4th season on you-tube. I must be really behind, cos the 5th season is already out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good golly, I really wanna go over to PS now and purchase that sewing machine which is on sale right now! OMGWDT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be hitting the books again come October which is in like what, in about a months time... omgomgomgwdtwdt!!! I guess my dec holidays will be uncertain now, the fact that I may plan to go to Japan with my other half... Oh well, we'll see how it goes I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally today is Friday and tmr I am going to buy him dinner in town and will try their famous dessert dish: BOMB ALASKA. I hope they still have that signature dessert! hehe. Sunday we're gonna celebrate my aunt's bday at a paranakan restaurant up north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be another round of EATING Weekend again. I so need to get my body to work out at the gym; I'm putting on weight. Actually both of us are putting on weight. Am I right? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's for lunch anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-4002146830690494838?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/4002146830690494838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=4002146830690494838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4002146830690494838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4002146830690494838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/08/fabric-season.html' title='fabric season'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-4135077633461517661</id><published>2008-08-25T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:40:47.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Controversies?!</title><content type='html'>So we are happy what Singapore has won a medel after 48 long years. Should we rejoice (and snub behind backs) or embrace the fact that we are all chinese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have no qualms about our paddlers from China hitting the spot for Singapore. I feel a sense of pride and becoming patrioty for our girls. Even if our dear swimmer didn't even bring home the bronzed piece, I still take my hat off her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we, Singaporeans be a gracious society, when we can't even handle this minute thing? We are very far from being one in my honest opinion. We tend to let things flourish on their own, and viciously critique at the outcome when we have no idea what is going on. However, we should use this as a learning curve to better our attitude towards things in life (in Singapore and in general).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All, in all, thank you China for giving us a fabulous airtime and actual performance. Thank you SG sportmen and Thank you Mr. Muscle-Silver-Man Tan for your Pilot Medal 48 years ago, MORE TO COME... MORE TO COME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-4135077633461517661?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/4135077633461517661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=4135077633461517661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4135077633461517661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4135077633461517661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/08/controversies.html' title='Controversies?!'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-6609385787759094689</id><published>2008-07-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:34:07.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonites</title><content type='html'>Diamond what? I was referring to putting those blinks on whatever gadgets you've got. It's crazy that people are really crazy to actually putting swarovski's crystals on everything. The most crazy one I saw was earphones... imagine if the glue was old...later the crystals may just accidentally drop into your ear-hole. Yikes! So, pimping is one thing, but please, pimp the right areas and take care for god's sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*confuse*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-6609385787759094689?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/6609385787759094689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=6609385787759094689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/6609385787759094689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/6609385787759094689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/07/diamonites.html' title='Diamonites'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-5567640325917774788</id><published>2008-06-30T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:40:39.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliens are fake; they are baked</title><content type='html'>and you know what, whatever I had typed out in the last 10mins were wiped! YEs. This sucks, but it's ok. Whatever, I will try to remember the words as much as I can. but you and I know... It will never be the same again... It'll only get better! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just talking about the rise of Technology with a capitol T cos I feel that with the progress of Technology we see the dying of nature. I see the link somehow. Do you? Well, for one thing, I believe, that if we mis-use or over-use technology, something or someone will be "pay" for it. And talking about Aliens, perhaps, they are baked. You know, like with jello-like ingredients, or like some translucent substance and putting in some skelo-plastiq-machine device to make them move and have them all greased with planta or UV-protection oil to have that high-couture gloss. (you know like those men model, and they-think-they-look-damn-hawt-and-greasy, now look at me this instant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you recently read the newspapers? Honey bees in the States are DYING~! YEs, it's due to the transmission rays from our mobile phones, black berries, whatever whatever talking devices! YEs! The rays are destroying the little honey makers! If we have to switch off our mobile phones on board the plane for the fear of transmission disruption, think what will happen to the tiny insect? Bee-lieve or not, as the rays get too strong, they will somehow affect the bees' orientation and thus, making them harder to find their way back to their factory, they will DIE and get eaten by spiders! Are humans living life with too much luxuries; question ourselves! (Laptop to blog, Phone to SMS, Mp3 player for songs... Oki, I'm not that of a tech-savvist, but, I guess we all have to watch out for nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technologist. Will we all become like Ironman? One day when the sun explodes, everything will become cold, human will be powered by some kinetic-life device which will keep us alive. There will be no emotion, no life, no love... Will this day come? Look at the movies showing on screen! Some are depicting disaster! Surreally speaking, movie-makers have the neck to "predict" and draw this imaginative picture, making the people buy the idea of dying earth and evolution of another kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology... My mum is still a noob at SMS-ing. I rather she has 0 knowledge so she can be this vintage I-dunno-how-to-sms-still funky lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-5567640325917774788?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/5567640325917774788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=5567640325917774788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5567640325917774788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5567640325917774788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/06/aliens-are-fake-they-are-baked.html' title='Aliens are fake; they are baked'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-8485328259490849083</id><published>2008-06-16T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:28:31.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To grow or not to grow?</title><content type='html'>Have you come to a part of your life when you cannot decide what exactly do you intend to advance? To be something or someone, or simply just live by the day. What causes such disruptions? It's like you are at this cross-road and there's many paths infront of you and it's like a ala-carte... It's not really something buffet-ie... You want to decide, yet you don't feel like doing shit because it's stepping into the unknown and it's that terrible "what-if" question again that haunts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this now again and I am serious in not knowing why. I said that I didn't wanna grow up, yet I wanna grow up so I can experience things in life, and at times, I feel like I am this child... There's this infliction and I cringe because I feel so damn tired by the whole dramatic episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this caused by the self? Is there no outlet where I can actually express this conflict? Perhaps the body and mind do have a limit for things... Things such as "illness" of the mental and/or physical state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself being happy at one point and only feeling empty the next. I hope this is not some mental psychological stress of the coming of age. Perhaps at this point in life, there're many choices and responsibility and with that, you need to come to a decision. This decision making period is the most exhausting and tedious for I find such weight over-barring and it just tires me out. I, for now feel like just going to a place to calm my nerves... I am beginning to become like this nervous, jumpy and edgy cat. Moody at times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witness a dying star, so I prayed for the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for everything that happened, I just am not in the right state of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-8485328259490849083?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/8485328259490849083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=8485328259490849083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8485328259490849083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8485328259490849083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-grow-or-not-to-grow.html' title='To grow or not to grow?'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-635051938732596744</id><published>2008-05-05T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:47:51.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacate.n</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/1631/crosatplaycn9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/1631/crosatplaycn9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-635051938732596744?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/635051938732596744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=635051938732596744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/635051938732596744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/635051938732596744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/05/vacaten.html' title='Vacate.n'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-2761874838794502239</id><published>2008-04-30T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:32:39.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observse</title><content type='html'>Amongst the lines; horizontal and vertical, the anomaly was the checkeds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-2761874838794502239?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/2761874838794502239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=2761874838794502239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2761874838794502239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2761874838794502239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/04/observse.html' title='Observse'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-4168372190135428827</id><published>2008-04-17T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:43:03.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obliquely Straight.</title><content type='html'>Interestingly Boring - Correctly Wrong - Colorfully Dull - Massively Tiny - Common Oddity - Perfect Flaw - Sorrowful Happiness -------------- LOL need lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-4168372190135428827?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/4168372190135428827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=4168372190135428827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4168372190135428827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4168372190135428827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/04/obliquely-straight.html' title='Obliquely Straight.'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-983646091781126895</id><published>2008-04-14T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:39:16.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reclaim land.</title><content type='html'>What's the point. do you really want to &lt;em&gt;unite&lt;/em&gt; the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's so special about Tokyo's packed subway when you can experience it in the heart of your own country @ cityhall station, from 7:30am~9am and 5:30pm~7pm Mon-Fri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're at the topic of crowd and sardine cans, please, ladies (and some men) would u be so kind as to TIE your hair in the trains? We don't need mobile commercials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-983646091781126895?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/983646091781126895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=983646091781126895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/983646091781126895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/983646091781126895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/04/reclaim-land.html' title='reclaim land.'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-3867158314141371321</id><published>2008-03-25T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:14:02.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>garage sale.</title><content type='html'>http://blog.shoutz.com/happykhim/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;online business. please visit. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-3867158314141371321?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/3867158314141371321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=3867158314141371321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3867158314141371321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3867158314141371321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/03/online-business.html' title='garage sale.'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-2483641128801522241</id><published>2008-03-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:42:17.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The purple pipe.</title><content type='html'>I guess everything in life needs some randomness. I'm saying this is because I feel that life is getting a bit too mechanical somehow. It's all like a massive huge schedule that has been planned and somewhat executed. Some may have more fun, while others just slump away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness promotes a prick; in good ways and bad. I'm not saying that randomness is all that good, i'm just saying it makes life a little more exciting. Yet with such randomness, some people are still oblivious to that slighly abnormal inbalance. I'm alway a look out for such randonmess because i find that life is already so scheduled, i want some suspense and curiosiivity &lt;-- if there's such a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people go through ups and downs, experience joy and sorrow, the human built and architecture is amazing and to think that we are only using 7% of our intellect. Imagine the 'such' things we can create if we were to use 100%. What will become of us and the world? It's a scary thought, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is failing but everything else is advancing. Will a mechanical world be built for us? Will the human race evolve a new species? Just thinking and writing out such thought really prompts me to wanting to find out into the future, yet at the same time i am fearful of the outcome. Perhaps i find myself not ready to experience it all and wanting to know or even see the answer. The world is degrading, and we have people trying to salvage, wanting to preserve, wanting to protect, on the other hand we have people advancing. It's all like this silent unknowing war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it snow on the sahara? The movies are coming alive...Do you believe in karma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-2483641128801522241?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/2483641128801522241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=2483641128801522241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2483641128801522241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2483641128801522241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/03/purple-pipe.html' title='The purple pipe.'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-5402317358622091457</id><published>2008-03-02T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:41:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstract: Degree in Design</title><content type='html'>Vanessa Mae, an inspiring violist, integrates classical tunes with pop music. Thus, the producing of fusion, newage music. It is exactly what is meant by the integration of the past and present to produce the future. It is the same equation as Art &amp; Design + Technology equates the FUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Designers are therefore all 'Futurologists' to some extent. The very essence of &lt;em&gt;their job is to create the future, or at least some extent of it." - Roberts Anders [Quote]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design itself has caused the advances of such technologies. What about the literacy amongst the society? We may be living in a fast paced society, and where technology is concerned, the past is buried and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving towards a visually high-technological world. Blending Art &amp; Design with Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As we explore the visual world around us, learning can occur. We can visually discriminate what we see, building our knowledge base to become visually literate, and therefore enabling oneself to critique what is being visually communicated." - 'http://vicu.utoronto.ca/stuff/branton/homep.htm' [Quote]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I derive Art as a form of self-expression. The design may mean something to the designer but it may be meaningless to others; it is self expressive. As a designer, we must resolve this form of self expression with the knowledge that should be recognised by others too. This is called Visual Literacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the progression of the future has to relie on the past and present. Where, the fusion of Science, Technology, Education, Past and Present simmers the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...help us keep our ethnical bearings as technology insinuates into our lives." - Anne Ruggles Gere [Quote]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advancement of technology is complex and this calls for simplicity. Designers have to ensure that while technology progresses, and gets complicated, the society has to keep up with progression. This is where designers design a balance of complexity and simplicity. A literacy for the growing society; a visual literacy. The Art &amp; Design of visual communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the grafittis art we see, a form of cry for help? Have we moved too fast? Too fast to look at what is happening around us? Do we take a moment off to ponder at the mistakes we made of the great things many had achived? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others just fuse into the future without knowing what is happening behind. It is about them and the future. There is no stopping; to them, it is just a one-way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of such people, that the society or the world per say have broken into many parts? There are the rich and the poor; the literate and the illerate? Have this also something to do with the visual language in the environment we all live in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a social analysis, we should be critical in our thinking. Which means, (being the designer) we should educate not only the slower by also the faster pace movers without disrupting the speed of advancement of the future. And the fastest way is not through text only but with visual elements and/or context (graphics). Quick and clear cut, the message being brought across, hassle free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, a designer has to keep a balance between the past and present through visual ocmmunication, fusing the past and present with visual literacy into the society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-5402317358622091457?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/5402317358622091457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=5402317358622091457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5402317358622091457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5402317358622091457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/03/abstract-degree-in-design.html' title='Abstract: Degree in Design'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1352341119459783234</id><published>2008-02-28T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:09:33.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take your time.</title><content type='html'>Everyone is in rush. Everything seems to be rushed... The world is spinning faster. But, is that the case? Or have we human become so occupied that we don't realise the day has passed... until it is nightfall than we realise hey, it's time to sleep and get ready for the next day. Sometimes I get scared because knowing that as the day goes by, it penetrates to the next and the next, leaving no room for other things. Take your time, someone say, as poetic as it may sound, take your time to feel, to absorb, to learn. Take your time to appreciate, to soak up the essence... Take your time to love, take your time to have some time for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have become quite robotic. Is this caused by the society? The environment, the atmosphere, the infrastructure of living... All the monotonousism... Someone asked me to take my time. To stop and space out, to smile and to free some time. I tried doing this and I can't stop doing it as it refreshes my mind, rejuvinates my thoughts and cleanse my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, plucking in your ipod with nice nice music (currently looping Colbie Cailat.Bubbly) and worm the day away seems really nice, but than, question, do we have the time? Time is how we manage. Time is constant. Time is always 24hrs... Time is a priviledge. Time is inexpensive should you budget it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: He loves me and often tells me to take my time. I'm learning and am appreciating... I Love him for that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-1352341119459783234?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1352341119459783234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1352341119459783234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1352341119459783234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1352341119459783234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/02/take-your-time.html' title='Take your time.'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-5562217017572160987</id><published>2008-02-18T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:41:16.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long Gingie... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R7mc1lSEfbI/AAAAAAAAABI/HgqO_ss_LZY/s1600-h/pinkbeauty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R7mc1lSEfbI/AAAAAAAAABI/HgqO_ss_LZY/s320/pinkbeauty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168334491739258290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R7mc21SEfcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7Uf5F6dy3O0/s1600-h/Gingie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R7mc21SEfcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7Uf5F6dy3O0/s320/Gingie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168334513214094786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I've tried to still think that you're around. Although we did assume that you were trying to tackle Jodie. You are too old... I guess... that's why you passed away. Let's hope you did pass away peacefully. I really miss your company now. I know you love to eat only pallets and biscuits. You are greatly missed... Love you so much Gingie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-5562217017572160987?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/5562217017572160987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=5562217017572160987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5562217017572160987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5562217017572160987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-long-gingie.html' title='So long Gingie... :('/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R7mc1lSEfbI/AAAAAAAAABI/HgqO_ss_LZY/s72-c/pinkbeauty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-4456120170269294861</id><published>2008-02-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:41:16.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 in SG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R7GlBlSEfaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ir1sRWwDZt0/s1600-h/F1SG.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R7GlBlSEfaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ir1sRWwDZt0/s320/F1SG.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166091694177025442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...er, F1 is coming to SG and things are gonna get really HOT. I would believe that my half will get really excited. He loves adrenaline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-4456120170269294861?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/4456120170269294861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=4456120170269294861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4456120170269294861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/4456120170269294861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/02/f1-in-sg.html' title='F1 in SG'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R7GlBlSEfaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ir1sRWwDZt0/s72-c/F1SG.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-3195388726113314658</id><published>2008-02-06T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:55:42.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel your skin...on my skin...</title><content type='html'>In love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-3195388726113314658?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/3195388726113314658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=3195388726113314658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3195388726113314658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3195388726113314658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/02/feel-your-skinon-my-skin.html' title='Feel your skin...on my skin...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-3495698588009905791</id><published>2008-02-04T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:27:44.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the weather</title><content type='html'>Looking gloomy, the lights are fading into the tunnel. It's dusk and before you know it, dawn will appear. Somehow or rather, the light does not seem to penetrate the gloom. Admist the powdery atmosphere, there seem to be a choke. But, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Norah Jones does seem to make me feel better. Everyone has bee under the weather. Been too busy with the world. Everything seems to be revolving at the speed of light that it does seem all so pretty surreal. Every minute that has passed seems like this flicker of the flame off the candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma? I do. What comes around goes around. So becareful of what you say or do. Always be aware of your surrounding and believe that walls have ears. Talking is never a good thing. Listen more, talk less. Be less obvious and more sensitive. In another words, try to be tactful. Take the time to let your brain digest the thoughts of which will leave your lips in the next second. It is my word of advice friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the month of Febuary. My...how time flies by and in a few more days it's the Chinese New Year celerations and I'm gonna celebrate another year of being on planet earth. I reckon it will be a quiet one as my other half is on the other half of earth. Well, it's ok. I'll blow out the candle and stuff myself silly with the huge chocolate fudge cake and drown in the cream and smear my face with the thick fudge! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I have to go. Diane Krall is coming to town, too bad my man is not here so I can go with him. He loves her kind of music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Get well soon b...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-3495698588009905791?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/3495698588009905791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=3495698588009905791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3495698588009905791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/3495698588009905791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/02/under-weather.html' title='Under the weather'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-8813342252237924583</id><published>2008-02-01T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:32:13.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8:46am to 9:19am</title><content type='html'>5 in lift, fish burger, GG bag, 2mins, mini army, 2x851, 166, dog runner, 3xstudents, 2xtalk bus drivers, ginger tea, BMW, helmet@Tcc corner, lift, office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: missing you shit loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-8813342252237924583?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/8813342252237924583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=8813342252237924583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8813342252237924583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/8813342252237924583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/01/846am-to-919am.html' title='8:46am to 9:19am'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-5648144995104358078</id><published>2008-01-28T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:44:52.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sign0ff.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/shock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://sign0ff.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/shock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the week go?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-5648144995104358078?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/5648144995104358078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=5648144995104358078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5648144995104358078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5648144995104358078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/01/geez.html' title='Geez'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1261353420853837682</id><published>2008-01-22T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:09:12.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interruptation</title><content type='html'>A week has passed although I am not complaining that the days are going faster, just that the weekend is moving so slow. I can't wait to get back to work. Yes, you can call me else things but I hate being interrupted. All the flowing just stops dead in the tracks and it really disturbs me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on a weekend was terrible. There wasn't any air conditioning and the fact that I had to open up all the windows only to invite dust and noise pollution. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Z, name all the brands of scent you know, add them all together and what do you get? An intoxication. Gas chamber I would call it. It's irritating enough to have 3 scents gassed together. It's terrible... Absolutely smouldering. Like Simon would say; appalling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is only Tuesday but seems like the weekdays pass much faster, perhaps because of the work that keeps me busy and the time seems to just slide like butter on a hot cement rock... I can't seem to focus and I keep wasting time. I do unnecessary fiddling and I have no idea what the hell I am fiddling sometimes. I need to retract. I may have too much on my mind. I am speculating that I am having some withdrawal syndrome... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese festive is just around the corner and visiting and travelling just bores me... I wish I could just escape. I think the Bahamas would be a nice retreat! hehe, or somewhere nice and cold like back to Japan, Kyoto or Hokkaido would be lovely. Seems like you grow older every minute, but I feel quite energetic and I love my kids for giving me the strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry. I think I need some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios,&lt;br /&gt;back to typing when there's more to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-1261353420853837682?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1261353420853837682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1261353420853837682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1261353420853837682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1261353420853837682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/01/interruptation.html' title='Interruptation'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-2112400110862423449</id><published>2008-01-17T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:16:02.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT WITH THE OLD I SAY...</title><content type='html'>It has been a ridiculous 1½ week. Work is a menace but who can live without it. It keeps u alive HAHA! I have also experienced the strangest sightings.. oh brb I suddenly have the urge to draw something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi I'm back, are u still here? Oh good, I can resume my blabbering. Like I told you, this week is just so bizzare and this week is not even over yet. I wonder what else will be coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly like the songs by Amy Winehouse... That lady got style although she's a bit messed up. Songs like Back to Black, Rehab ... It really got me grooving... It's quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't really have to go to other country to experience the peak hour. What? I mean EXPERIENCE THE WHAT?! Yes, I really wonder why is the "Peak Hour" something interesting that someone could actually want to go experience. LOL SARDINES IN A CAN I SAY! HAHA. In dialect they call this "kway sheo". HAHA it's really funny that my pal had to miss 2 trains because he was just being a nice good civilian to allow the crowd from alighting and because of the NICE AND POLITE citizen, he was taken for a right and his puny space in the mrt was being robbed. So. What's the deal here? Over-Under-Developed I say... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH i saw a bird attacking some cat food and while the birdy was at it, the poor cat was staring at the black birdy eating up his food. This is so bizzare... Turn of the tides? And while we're at this, what happened to all the "Gentlemen". This word used to be a title, a status, something of which was bestow by a lady. Seems like all these men had falled to some cracks of the earth and sewn tightly and bounded into a crevice. Lost, and archived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feminism in this century? Where have all these men gone too, what happen to damsel in distress? What happened to ladies first... Have both genders become equal? Sadly where I am now, it seems to be the case. What has caused such a change? Or, were we like this before; because I was too young to know? I really salute the women who had worked so hard to built our city (SamSui Women). They have to be honoured somehow but they stand strong as individual. So? Are the women fighting for their place to own a place? Me; I just want to be a good wife and take care of my husband actually. I may be ambitious, but I am still afterall a lady and well, I am not type-casting anything here, just that that's what I am getting the feel right now. Perhaps you may feel the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and well, as for my title, I really didn't know what to enclose, but I'm sure it's a good start because I'd be clearing out my stuff for the coming Chinese New Year during the coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out as my man would says...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-2112400110862423449?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/2112400110862423449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=2112400110862423449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2112400110862423449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/2112400110862423449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/01/out-with-old-i-say.html' title='OUT WITH THE OLD I SAY...'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-6677350354452614799</id><published>2008-01-09T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:41:17.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat Von d.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R4Q-YgDCaRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZJWVT2XGOIw/s1600-h/katvd111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R4Q-YgDCaRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZJWVT2XGOIw/s320/katvd111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153312464259148050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: happy bday KB. /hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-6677350354452614799?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/6677350354452614799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=6677350354452614799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/6677350354452614799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/6677350354452614799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/01/kat-von-d.html' title='Kat Von d.'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R4Q-YgDCaRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZJWVT2XGOIw/s72-c/katvd111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-5279475405226711039</id><published>2008-01-08T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:21:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Astroboy.</title><content type='html'>Timberland boots, Baby, Pasta, Thoughtful, Cook, WOW, Yellow checked duvet cover, Long hair, Mole, Sashimi (otoro), Drive, Golden, Poo, Laugh, Happy, Vivocity, BMW, Nokia, Lighter, Gillette, Dove, Water, Neko-chan, Cable, Bake, Funny, Tickle, Polo, Mints, 85, Japan, Changi beach, Eat, Twitch, Scratch, Piggy, Talk, Sleep, Hungry, Nike, Yawn, Shades, Moon Kway Tiao, Dessert, Macdonalds, Velocity, Movie, Art, Seafood, Kent Ridge, Burp, Nonsence, Glass, Soft Pillow, Wallet, Flowers, Matching Accessories, High Metabolism, SMS, Conversations, Coke, Soulmate, Smile, Biscuits, Class 95, Patient, Sweet, Nice Teeth, Feed, Pink Tee, Ang Kong, Company, Warm, Lantern Festival, Tian Tian Lai, Strawberry Pudding, Accounts, Museum, Loving, Pi Pa Gao, Birthday Cakes, MSN, Skype, Lighter Fluid, Mash Potato, Teddy Bear, Air Condition, Aroy, East Side, Curtain, Oral-B, Sony Vaio, VW, UK, Stale Bun, Butter Cake, Lights, Coverless Ceiling Lamp, Towel Stand, Cheeky, Family... (will continue one other day.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-5279475405226711039?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/5279475405226711039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=5279475405226711039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5279475405226711039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/5279475405226711039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/01/astroboy.html' title='The Astroboy.'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-1211815561316306999</id><published>2008-01-02T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:41:17.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R3s94QDCaQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FQ53PBu-Eog/s1600-h/stupid_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R3s94QDCaQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FQ53PBu-Eog/s320/stupid_cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150778635417970946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop saying that the new year is for making resolutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-1211815561316306999?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1211815561316306999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=1211815561316306999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1211815561316306999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/1211815561316306999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R3s94QDCaQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FQ53PBu-Eog/s72-c/stupid_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-7768237669214197790</id><published>2007-12-13T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:41:17.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unltd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2DHuXWf8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I3m8eSqIgXM/s1600-h/test.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2DHuXWf8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I3m8eSqIgXM/s320/test.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143330373813400290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have i not told you. i'm not kitsch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-7768237669214197790?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/7768237669214197790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=7768237669214197790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/7768237669214197790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/7768237669214197790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2007/12/unltd.html' title='unltd.'/><author><name>HappyKhim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05137453597769970363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2C_Z3Wf8rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dXpoNjVY-tc/S220/untitled-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMKcb7ZSJrI/R2DHuXWf8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I3m8eSqIgXM/s72-c/test.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35836115.post-196131124371890300</id><published>2007-12-13T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:29:47.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvador Dali, Munch... Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I was branded as queer by my colleagues after a session of Buzan's mind mapping. Totally mysterious, surreal and off-tangent. Oh please, I am just like any other ordinary person on the streets with an ordinary life that perhaps is so mundane and lifeless. I am not much of a surrealist although I do admire that famous painter's works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddball some say, weird, strange. Well, I do like Emily Strange(tm) and Nightmare before Christmas(tm). I love Johnny Depp's Edward sicssorhands and beetlejuice. I prefer to say I am normal in my own ways while others are strange to be, because how I live my life is so different from anyone of you. You sensed contradiction? Whao, you're a fast one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may come across as indecisive, yet I know what I want. You can tell me the whole is dying, I'll tell you to stay awake and watch it rot. I on the other hand will take my camera out and document the whole war and one day that evidance will become a super story and will be housed in a consortium. Mad? I was feeling obnoxious! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flamboyant may seem like a term used on me but I see my colours and black and white. The spectrum is no more than just a stringe of dust and life given to them with light. When the sun retires, all the colours seem to disappear into the light, leaving no traces of life and all seem dark, fearful, cold, sombre... how electrifying! Did I jolt that guilt, and stir up that fear? I hope I didn't because I am totally gonna be in bed sleeping my nightmares away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long while since I have typed out so much in a page of virtual space. The moment something calls for, I drop most of my things and become detach. Is this something which is a disorder? Life has so much to offer, but we all constrain ourselves to that comfortable range of daily neccessities. The things around us are so soul-bound. Can we live without it for a moment? It's a hard thought. However, still a thought to consider. Do you dare? I would want to dare myself one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. It is getting late. I shall sign off for now and god knows when I will turn to this space again and start to finger the keys again. Take care for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35836115-196131124371890300?l=k-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/196131124371890300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35836115&amp;postID=196131124371890300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/196131124371890300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35836115/posts/default/196131124371890300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-columns.blogspot.com/2007/12/salvador-dali-munch-nightmare.html' title='Salvador Dali, Munch... 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