<?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-6532417584440553307</id><updated>2011-08-05T17:49:40.019-07:00</updated><category term='all about....'/><category term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><category term='amusing crapshit'/><category term='emotional roller coaster'/><category term='My Best Friend&apos;s wedding all over again..'/><category term='Provocative Prerogative'/><category term='random updates'/><category term='pictures GAYLORE'/><category term='random shits'/><category term='Endorphins Overdose'/><category term='imma get tagged'/><category term='EXECUTION YEAH'/><category term='Social Call'/><category term='update'/><category term='solo-s'/><title type='text'>iSh - kennchai + kennwuzhere MERGED.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-3005430231735780198</id><published>2007-09-26T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T01:57:57.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BLAH.Fagging' Annoying.My skin is gone cause you don't even know how to save the template BEFORE YOU CHANGE IT TO TAKE THE ARCHIVES CODE.WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i geddit that my skin wasn't very chio and all lah,but god lah,i have a million other blogs there,why cannot find them instead -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wadever.The part i hate most about blogging is the skin.And the linking.And the hit countering.Damn.ANNOYED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pissed.Okay,FUCKING PISSED.Life is never fair.Life is not a bed of roses.Okay fine,maybe it is,but roses have sharp torns that poke!And poking is not pleasant!No it isn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.FUCK OFF!Will you people STOP NUDGING ME ON MSN?Cause you people ain't the person i wanna talk to.And if you have nothing to say,fuck off,don't crap around.I know it's ironic cause i crap alot,but imma nt in da' mood okay.When i say LEAVE ME ALONE,in caps,i MEAN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.Some knight.I should probably just forget about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-3005430231735780198?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/3005430231735780198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=3005430231735780198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3005430231735780198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3005430231735780198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/09/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-7242209591498854570</id><published>2007-09-23T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:10:10.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>People Are Meant To Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...it's only a matter or when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah,i'm alrite,no one left me or anything.But i know next year,it'll happen.Nothing last forever lah.I doubt next year me and SP will be close anymore,seeing how we're both aiming for different classes and streams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahyahyah,distance is supposed to bring us closer/blahblahblah,but you dunno SP like i do lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone else for that matter.Someone asked me the other day what happened between me and BoYan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you both are really close friends wan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah,we were lah,but people come and go.It's all natural.I mean,how many people have ACTUALLY stuck around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary bestfriends..Justin,Bryan..off to Aussie.Weiling,V-ki and all,gone seperate ways.Form 1..hmm..i found friends.Sisters.Samantha and Amanda.Yeah,we were tight.Then Samantha was forced to change schools and me and Amanda drifted apart.Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 2,lol.I felt like i finally belonged somewhere..like i had some people to depend on.I had someone(x2) to call my bestfriend ;D And brother ;D!But hey..did that last long?Don't wanna say who's fault or whatever,cause clearly some mine lah but still,complicated.Blah.Both of them gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad?Yeah.But hey,whatever.Still have to live my life what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year,the best thing that happened to me is SuetPing.And she might not be around next year.Sigh.Nenlin?Lol her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah,people are meant to leave,they really are.When your parents confess that forever don't exist..what do you believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-7242209591498854570?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/7242209591498854570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=7242209591498854570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7242209591498854570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7242209591498854570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-are-meant-to-leave.html' title='People Are Meant To Leave'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8146862125690311564</id><published>2007-09-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:04:47.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing crapshit'/><title type='text'>Friday the 21th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ouch.I went for tooth extraction today to fix more braces.Shit.I have one and a half more years to go before my teeth can go through a metal detector without making sounds.Shit.I've already been on them since form 1.And they're really troublesome lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i was younger(and stupid) whenever i go for a holiday overseas,i would be kinda scared.Cause i was scared that the metal detector might detect the metal in my teeth and then the big stupid police dude will shoot me down.Or bring me to be strip searched or something.Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got over it,finally realizing that it can't detect that kinda metal.Relieved,i was.Until i broke my leg and had to live with a metal plate and six screws in my right leg.I swear i can still feel the holes where the screws once were - not.I'm joking lah!That'll be totally &lt;s&gt;cool&lt;/s&gt; disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was scared that the metal detector might detect the metal inside my right leg,and the police dude will shoot me down.Shit!I'm so boh liao lah last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me,that didnt happen *whew*.And then i got over that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that came the earring.And shit lah,my piercing was new so i couldnt remove the stud and i feared the same thing - again.The piercing is gone now anyways,after people started commenting how i look like a lalachai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sure most of you guys already know,kennnlin.blogspot.com,me and Nlin's blogsite,has had a good run,almost 70 readers a day at it's peak,but yea,it's all over now cause...we can't blog our hearts out anymore.I mean,we could blog so much but we just can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we first started this blog,we both made a promise to be fucking honest and brutal,and not type in a really cliched cryptical manner and beat around the bush.But right now,most of the time we figure we can't post what we wanna anymore,cause it's not safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean,i found 2 IP addresses i am sure matches the old IP addresses who flamed me previously in my old blog.Who wants to post something sad and vulnerable so that they can laugh and flame their arses off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And,we want people to read our blog.That's cool!Why not?We want comments,shoutouts and all that crap from totally empathic strangers!We don't want you guys,yeah,YOU GUYS,our good friends(okay,some of you we dont mind),our fake friends,our blahs and blahs from OUR school living AROUND us reading what we write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We can blog soo much and it'll all be so dramatic it's gon be more magical than a &lt;s&gt;HarryPotter&lt;/s&gt;(&lt;-eww) Charmed-cum-Grey's Ananomy(?) crossover!But then,you guys who think you know us will see us and bitch about us as we bitch about others as totally conceited assholes. It seems really pathethic,almost funny on how both our worlds suddenly goes into this topsy-turvy mess.Like a roller-coaster,but we're not sure when we're gonna be not-upside down altho this is not the first time we're riding it. We're both tired,and tired,and tired.Yalahyalahyalah,we're conceited,fake,superficial and for show.But then,acting fake and being conceited while leading superficial lives ain't a walk in the estate you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ignorance really is bliss.That's why all of us wanna be Kah Ee.That's why we all wanna be her.She has a natural talent for it.And i don't mean it in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,my tooth fucking hurts.Okay,not the tooth,my mouth,more specificly,the space where it once was.And yes,i got brush my teeth lah!!Shit you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since this will be my regular blog/rant site again,time to update.After PMR i'll give it a new skin :D For now i'll add the links,and omfg,i just realized something..ALL OF THEM ARE BLOGGER.I'm so proud of each and everyone of them for using blogspot and not xanga.And for those who abandoned Xanga..Lagi proud of you!You need to learn to betray to survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehahahahahaha kua kua kua..PMR countdown is officially single digit today.And it's scary...cause it doesn't scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering i didn't study at all,i don't know why.And maybe my sense of priority was gone wonky,maybe it always has been,but everyone's studying and here i am blogging,or out....i'm almost ashamed to say this,shopping.Shit.Imma shoppaholic man.Converted by Nlin and etc lah,they're like all saints,Nuns of the shoppaholics religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no,my love life is not going too well,thank you veli much.How come all of them also have such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;powderful england&lt;/span&gt;?And me and Lynn aren't very very happy.Wait,did i just say her name out loud?Whatever,i don't have the emotional strength to care liaw lar.So stressful!Girls.Sheeshhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling for someone is effin' tiring lah okay.There's things you have to do,or you'll suffer from anguish singing What Hurts The Most as you see her/him go out and 904385753u0o573894730985369832759340573498573240965340957490643790.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,just felt like swearing in numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,my room aircon has just been cleaned again,and i can sleep like a baby now ;D Now my room can be 14c again!Whattt?Did you say your aircon can only go as low as 16c?Tsk tsk!I look down on you!Step!StepStepStep!Gnash Gnash!Dunwanna talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pouts lips in pig like manner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah,just joking.Can wait for PMR to be over lah.Shit,is my mom home?BYEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8146862125690311564?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8146862125690311564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=8146862125690311564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8146862125690311564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8146862125690311564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday-21th.html' title='Friday the 21th'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5301839039187263984</id><published>2007-09-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:34:06.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endorphins Overdose'/><title type='text'>A New Lease On Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woah.My world just keeps getting brighter and brighter.First it was the improved exam results(on top of usual happy things),then,there was this and that,and then,i'm going to be not going to Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!I'm so happy that even having my hair cut by LimSerKian didn't make me any depressed.It's like,i can breath again.This wonderful,that happened,or should i say will not happen,is like,a new lease on life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can stay back and get together with xXx or blahblahblah cause i won't worry i'll only be here for four more months!Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,so many doors have opened up to me(albeit some close also,so what if i won't be new-exotic-boy-on-campus?) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PMR,we're gon work.We're gon work work work and get rich and go on shopping spree-s and KTV-s and Moooviesss.Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5301839039187263984?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5301839039187263984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5301839039187263984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5301839039187263984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5301839039187263984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-lease-on-life.html' title='A New Lease On Life!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-4741362512140855842</id><published>2007-09-07T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:57.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shits'/><title type='text'>I'm SO FUCKING DISGUSTING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay,this post is gon be 18-sx,sexually explicit(i think).So if you're under the age of 18(this means all of you),leave now......not.Who am i kidding lah.Just go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of me and Ester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuAJ0NNiNvI/AAAAAAAAAeM/WTnwlif8NQg/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuAJ0NNiNvI/AAAAAAAAAeM/WTnwlif8NQg/s400/DSC00699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092769942419186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yala.I know,me camgigolo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuALndNiNyI/AAAAAAAAAek/9H17BvUSox4/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuALndNiNyI/AAAAAAAAAek/9H17BvUSox4/s400/DSC00676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107094749922342690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"How Many Holes Does A Girl Have??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Dont wanna tell you lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Starts Counting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuALm9NiNxI/AAAAAAAAAec/cwi8guJCAXQ/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuALm9NiNxI/AAAAAAAAAec/cwi8guJCAXQ/s400/DSC00675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107094741332408082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Starts Counting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"THREE LAH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"NO WAY.GOT THREE MEH?I COUNTED UNTIL 2 ONLY LAH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuALn9NiNzI/AAAAAAAAAes/69DhMs8uGOw/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuALn9NiNzI/AAAAAAAAAes/69DhMs8uGOw/s400/DSC00673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107094758512277298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"NO WAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?YOU'RE A GUY LAH OKAY!I'M A GIRL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Wait,I don't believe you lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"YOU WANT ME TO PROOF TO YOU OR NOT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuALodNiN0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/tafHNsg1-m0/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuALodNiN0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/tafHNsg1-m0/s400/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107094767102211906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*GASSSP*&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD.OKAY,I SURRENDER,YOU WIN,YOU REALLY ARE A GURL(albeit super noy-like)!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"SEE!I TOLD YOU SO!"&lt;br /&gt;*smiles triumphantly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuALotNiN1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/Qn8j19rFbMA/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RuALotNiN1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/Qn8j19rFbMA/s400/DSC00670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107094771397179218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Swt....you really ARE a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No shit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shit,something wrong with me.I am so sick and disgusting.God,take me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;p/s:it's just a joke lah.don't get your panties up in a knot.....it's not like i stuffed a pineapple up your arse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-4741362512140855842?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/4741362512140855842/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-1629205470944718329</id><published>2007-09-05T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:57.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures GAYLORE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing crapshit'/><title type='text'>We're Armed And Dangeous!With a cam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something went wrong with our template,dissabling the hit counter and cbox to function properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,ponteng school today lah.The more i think about Tan Lin's retirement,the more it reminds me of Dumbledore's funeral.No shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our readership broke record yesterday.I wonder....how did it happen...omfg.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nlin,did you post the nude pics up here??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking LAH.nanti Sz marah. *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and and........yeah,this is the craziness of me and SuetPing when we are armed with a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat.So many pictures.So little time.I think i post the others next time loll...not like you guys are interested anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6kRtNiNrI/AAAAAAAAAds/yR8hRcDlOtM/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6kRtNiNrI/AAAAAAAAAds/yR8hRcDlOtM/s400/DSC00635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106699651585816242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane fat hiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6j09NiNqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dCQYUChNxDA/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6j09NiNqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dCQYUChNxDA/s400/DSC00606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106699157664577186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Studying before exam?YEAH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6jc9NiNpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/l8oedeiHAIs/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6jc9NiNpI/AAAAAAAAAdc/l8oedeiHAIs/s400/DSC00614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106698745347716754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breastfeeding the stupid fat dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6ld9NiNtI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Dv3LG9iC3aI/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6ld9NiNtI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Dv3LG9iC3aI/s400/DSC00623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106700961550841554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STUPID FAT DRAGON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6k6tNiNsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5L-YIP60Q1M/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6k6tNiNsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5L-YIP60Q1M/s400/DSC00624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106700355960452802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DIE!!PINCH KAO U!DIE DIE DIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6i1tNiNoI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wpQWT0xwezw/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6i1tNiNoI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wpQWT0xwezw/s400/DSC00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106698071037851266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Eh,why u all legs so SHORT WAN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6ieNNiNnI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Cjv2a4s9gqE/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6ieNNiNnI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Cjv2a4s9gqE/s400/DSC00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106697667310925426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YUNYEE ACT CUTE.ROFLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6mTtNiNuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R_hMws3u4a0/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6mTtNiNuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R_hMws3u4a0/s400/DSC00600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106701884968810210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bAbYbRi~* + Kenn!She is SUCH a bimbo!Shalalalala ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6iFNNiNmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vfcqe_vE1EI/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6iFNNiNmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vfcqe_vE1EI/s400/DSC00616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106697237814195810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6hp9NiNlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/1b74A_djdhE/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6hp9NiNlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/1b74A_djdhE/s400/DSC00659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106696769662760530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suet infected her.That's a mirror btw LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6e1NNiNiI/AAAAAAAAAck/xKo1OTmWluo/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6e1NNiNiI/AAAAAAAAAck/xKo1OTmWluo/s400/DSC00594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106693664401405474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6ehdNiNhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lyx5x6oEagA/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6ehdNiNhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lyx5x6oEagA/s400/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106693325098989074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shalalalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6eN9NiNgI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vgGDBep2bAU/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6eN9NiNgI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vgGDBep2bAU/s400/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106692990091539970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not self lover queen!Imma PRINCE OKAY!Sp is being herself.And so am i.See my halo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo halo halo halo halo.LOL.Anywayyy,got damn alot of stupid funny pictures to post.You'll love them like you love me.Oh shit,did i just scared you all away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:Bri i'm just joking!You're not a bimbo okay!Put that knife down!And that gun!And that baseball bat!!!!Don't think i can't see that pepper spray!! *rolleyes somemore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-1629205470944718329?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/1629205470944718329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=1629205470944718329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1629205470944718329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1629205470944718329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/09/were-armed-and-dangeouswith-cam.html' title='We&apos;re Armed And Dangeous!With a cam!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rt6kRtNiNrI/AAAAAAAAAds/yR8hRcDlOtM/s72-c/DSC00635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-4620445210207040583</id><published>2007-09-03T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:57.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing crapshit'/><title type='text'>Question 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was an okay day lah,like any other days where i smile and am genuine happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was great :) And coming from me that's like crippled ant kills superman eh!And science,aih,what to do,was bloody hard.But at least everyone else said it was fucking terrible too,and bloody hard by definition is less intense that fucking terrible so maybe that means that i did better than the rest of you lot.Or maybe i'm just crap-thinking too much.Yeah,either way,at least got people die with me :D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and...racism is everywhere.Shit,merdeka brought about unity,yeah,but seems like it brought out the racist within some people.Urhhhhh!But yeahlah,can't really blame them that much.Okay,i'll stop here before i get out of line and you all shoot me flaming that i'm fucking racist before you can say hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not racist okay!I'm NOT!!! *makes sad whiny face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm don't discriminate wan okay!Even if they are shit ugly,or different skin colour,or have smelly armpits whatsoever i don't discriminate!!Sure i crack jokes and all,like the racist kind but i only say such things to people who know i'm joking and don't mean no harm,cause i don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course i don't like you lah.Then it doesn't matter if you're bangla/indian/chinese/malay or whatever it doesn't matter.And yalah,i'm an asshole/bastard/sissy/narrow-minded dog.Whatever,i gotta live my life anyways,so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,today i went to Clement's science tuition again lah.Urgh.And STOP,before you start complaining and rolling your eyes before proceeding to do the alt+F4 combo(or if you're dumb and not computer-savvy,just click that X on the far top right side) and then sneering "stupid teenage bloggers who bore us with their boring daily life",shaddap!Cause i'm not!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,you ingrates made me interrupt myself,we did the revision exam lah and it was FUCKING hard.Shit,that didn't sound right.I mean it's really bloody hard,not fucking someone really hard.HAHAHAHA.Now you all laugh.What..not funny?FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtvaX9NiNEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/19GT1IR5ek0/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtvaX9NiNEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/19GT1IR5ek0/s400/DSC00557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105914707657765954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement went away and we started trading answers,and i was so dumb that i kept saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dunno,dunno,don't know,dunno,fuckoffidunnolah&lt;/span&gt;.And then Sherren asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtvaxdNiNFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3pxWng2MhR0/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtvaxdNiNFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3pxWng2MhR0/s400/DSC00554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105915145744430162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Kenn you know question 22's answer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtvcwdNiNHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Iq9TTHAUwJE/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtvcwdNiNHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Iq9TTHAUwJE/s400/DSC00556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105917327587816562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What do YOU think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____________________________________-" So Sherren ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,and on a totally different sidenote!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rtvc6NNiNII/AAAAAAAAAZU/eW5tOog14jY/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rtvc6NNiNII/AAAAAAAAAZU/eW5tOog14jY/s400/DSC00558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105917495091541122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'M CATCHING UP WITH AH TAM TAM!I've GROWN TALLER!YEAH!!!All those years of being shorter than her,i have finally grown taller,tall enough to be-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still shorter than Sherren&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fark off Rebecca!BLEH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:Went on a shopping spree yesterday!OMFG MERDEKA EVE SALESS!!50% off!!70% off!!OMFG!!PADINI AUTHENTHICS,G&amp;M,CONVERSE,FOS,WAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!I'm so satisfied althought i blew off all my cash.Pictures will be updated soon if you guys are gay enough to have the same auntie obsession i've got from YeeAun,Nlin,blahblah - shopping and if you gurls wanna insult my taste in clothes ;D~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtvfINNiNJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/m3NrI_LnvwY/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtvfINNiNJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/m3NrI_LnvwY/s400/DSC00494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105919934632965266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-4620445210207040583?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/4620445210207040583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=4620445210207040583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/4620445210207040583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/4620445210207040583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/09/question-22.html' title='Question 22'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtvaX9NiNEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/19GT1IR5ek0/s72-c/DSC00557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-2585171144204992180</id><published>2007-09-01T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:58.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shits'/><title type='text'>Today I Burped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm here on behalf on Nlin to tell you all that she really wants to blog but her modem is fucked up and she's not smart enough to hack into her neighbour's wireless connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has alot to say and alot to post and a whole effin' lot of pictures to show.She had fun with her someone.Gah.Kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....OKAY OKAY I'M JOKING.PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN YOU BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,pigged out like shit earlier.Fucker..i shat twice already.Dinner at OneWorld.That's the hotel next to OneU lah.Read..1 World is not 1st World.I did not go to Genting for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was buffet..i ate pizza-S..lots of em,pasta,fruit tarts,cha siew baos,beef,steakS,chicken,fish,siu long baoS,dimsum,lobster stew,chicken soup,double boiled soup,marshmallows,marshmallows coated in chocolate,ice kacang with vanilla ice cream,marshmallows with vanilla icing,the specialty dessert and loads and loads of fruits so i can shit fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead serious.And it was no small serving i tell you!And anyone remember that chocolate fountain i posted at friendster a while ago?I have a NEW AND MORE CLEARER PIC OF ALL THAT YUMMY CHOCOLATE,FLOWING AS SMOOTH AS KAINEE AND XINTIAN'S REBONDED HAIR ADDED TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmEMtNiM1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/os7sjtI98vA/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmEMtNiM1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/os7sjtI98vA/s400/DSC00485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105257006430827346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying.This is like...My paradise.Okay,one of my many paradise.Of course i guess i won't call it a paradise since i'll probably complain insistently about how fat i'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then more mouth-watering(albeit fattening(oh shit i'm becoming weight obsessed.)) pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmEy9NiM3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/33Z0bU5MebM/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmEy9NiM3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/33Z0bU5MebM/s400/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105257663560823666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmEkNNiM2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/0WSx314lBb4/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmEkNNiM2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/0WSx314lBb4/s400/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105257410157753186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmD9NNiM0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/vt5UwIVt1T8/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmD9NNiM0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/vt5UwIVt1T8/s400/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105256740142854978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG.And the hotel is beautiful!Oncew you enter the place,you will be greeted by a colour changing XXXXXXXXXXL(that's bigger than Mohamad Rizal's retarded-cy).OMG.DAMN PRETTY LAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmFhNNiM4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/AXy0YD2eEmA/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmFhNNiM4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/AXy0YD2eEmA/s400/DSC00480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105258458129773442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-_-....anyway,on a totally sidenote,i'm having tummy aches now cause i overate.And PGI is having 50% off on EVERYTHING in the store.OMG.Will be there tomorrow with Kris.All that money saved will be wasted properly!Yesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy thinking about tomorrow evening's shopping spree~~~~~IMAGINE LAHH,THAT RM100 JACKET IS NOW RM50,THAT RM30 HOT T-SHIRT IS NOW RM15(Pasar Malam price leh!ONLY PASAR MALAM ARE NOT NICE AND PIRATED AND LOW QUALITY!)),Etc etc etc etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit,i'm so infected and influenced by Nlin and Kapoh and ShihXuan and etc.I'm not only a fucking vain camgigolo,i'm also a fucking weight obsessed shoppaholic.Just like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.I AM BECOMING AN AUNTIE.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:JiaJun!I have completed the chords for Right Here Right Now!HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-2585171144204992180?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/2585171144204992180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=2585171144204992180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2585171144204992180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2585171144204992180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-i-burped.html' title='Today I Burped'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RtmEMtNiM1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/os7sjtI98vA/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-328992241159577560</id><published>2007-08-31T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:10:27.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>That's it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay bastards and bitches!That's it.Don't say the words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My Baby"&lt;/span&gt; in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that also includes,My dear,my darling,my xoxo etc etc.And any sickening love stories and etc etc you wanna tell me,don't.See that corner over there *points to a corner with eww spiders* go there and fuck yourself.No,no wait,bring your bf/gf there and play bumpbump,or humphump,it's your choice.Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freakin' not interested!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote,there's an exception - Nlin.Cause i feel happy for you whenever you tell me happy things involving you too. *god take me now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.I am too picky for my own good.I shouldave said Yes lah and try things out with them lah.Then i'd be blogging about how obssesively possesive they get and how i miss singledom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,Sue's birthday dinner was cancelled.Cause me and Kapoh(the only guest) can't make it.And Sue's parents were cranky so we didnt dare ask for too much.But seriously,Subang is a freaking far place.I don't know how you can say "It's 20 mins only from OneU.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,Sue received a gift from..i quote from Louis &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Meanest Person I Ever Knew"&lt;/span&gt;.No,i didn't bitch about you or anything.The only person i bitch about you to is Nlin.And Nlin knows me well enough not to take me too seriously when im fucking pissed with someone.You know what you did,and i don't think you really care if Louis found out or blah.Your pretentiousness isn't really working..cause smart people like Nlin can see thru it all and tell us that you were "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being really fake...&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think the above paragraph was all about you,no it ain't.Cause you don't know who i'm talking about.Cause Sue,Lu,Nlin and I know alot of people,and it can't possibly be you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,yea.To you,Mr Asshole sir..Stop messenging Louis.Stop messenging me.Stop messenging Nlin.Stop messenging Sue.Stop misscalling us too cause the only reply you'll ever get is "go fug yourself you bastard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed.Maybe it's cause i regretted saying No.I shoulda've went with you instead of go have fun in The Curve yesterday.And perhaps we would have end up making out and having sex,and be together happily.Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-328992241159577560?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/328992241159577560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=328992241159577560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/328992241159577560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/328992241159577560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-230092143479375936</id><published>2007-08-31T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:10:47.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shits'/><title type='text'>ooh</title><content type='html'>Yesterday w2as at Curve counting down with cousins.Met up with Nlin and Kapoh and alot of people were there actually,so altho it was like,doing nth except lepaking all around there were so mkany friends there that it wasn't shit boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later am going for SueAnn's birthday party(!!).It's far so i have to be at Kapoh's house by 7 to hitchhike.Damnit my mom is like disturbing here and there.Stick to your principals,woman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(%$&amp;(*&amp;amp;(*$^&amp;*^$&amp;amp;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i just studied today,for 3 hours,doings maths.I am a Maths lover thanks to Nlin.Hah.And oh shit,my dad made fish balls..yum.and this is a really rushed post caus ei still have to jog(!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,i walked home all the way from Curve yesterday due to the fucking crazy ass jam and i typed this post in i bet under 3 mins.BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-230092143479375936?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/230092143479375936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=230092143479375936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/230092143479375936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/230092143479375936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/ooh.html' title='ooh'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-4880592352187505926</id><published>2007-08-27T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T03:55:42.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing crapshit'/><title type='text'>Trials!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Due to PMR and all(by and all,i mean cause of my fucking big mouth) my house internet line is gon be cut.Sobbie.Today it's supposed to be cut liaw anyway but i'm still here?Hmm.My bloody mouth.I fucking hate getting high.Me and alcohol don't mix. -_- It wasn't even beer!It was shandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,nothing really interesting or dramatic happening lah.And i see Nlin's life is boring like always also.Unless you count me having food poisoning as something interesting lah.I literally had to shit in between exams here and there.Don't worry lah,i kept the toilet clean.I am a responsible CHSian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*claphandssrolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and and and..after school there was something else interesting(besides me and ShihXuan bitching for a good 45mins and she saying she wanna screw her mum(i guess girls have fingers) for being really late and forgetting about her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Simson driving,and we expected him to bang into Weilun(who was in the driver's seat of the roti car in front) but wahlau manatau he so skillful can turn so nicely,and didn't bang(i wish he did) the fudgly fat malay bastard.Not racist ok!He molested my nipple before!Ask Victoria!(For those of you snickering and saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karma&lt;/span&gt; right now : BITCH!!!! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya,Simson was driving his driver back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Lolllolllollll okay lah,imma lame person.And no,in case you're wondering,i did not rip-off imma from anyone.I've been using it since whenever lah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,and don't judge Nlin and say her life is boring and not as exciting as mine (*rolleyes*) cause she didn't update..the truth is,HER BORING PERSONAL LIFE IS DRAMATIC OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit albeit albeit..nevermind..later kena hantam,better stfu lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not myself and the endorphins are overflowing today.That's a good thing,really -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah..ciaozie!Have to study for trials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolleyesdropdead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:Please don't break up with me and visit some other stupid teenage blooger who just happens to have some interesting shit happening in his/her life just cause we have trials!!PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-4880592352187505926?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/4880592352187505926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=4880592352187505926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/4880592352187505926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/4880592352187505926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/trials.html' title='Trials!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5201576058039836108</id><published>2007-08-22T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:58.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>~~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got back from Genting..and this holiday was okay..but not as great as i hoped it would be lah.I'm just released some of my inhibitions and allowed myself to be a brat and pig out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate alot.I had KFC at 11pm.A while before sleeping.And not a small KFC snack,mind you,but a BIG DINNER.Fatness in my soul,RISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But funny enough,i woke up with a flat stomach.Ooh.Maybe my metabolism rate is going up,up and up.Maybe,and i hope it'll stay that way...cause i haven't eaten fast food that late that close to bedtime since i quit state swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fucks,i sound like an anorexic Nlin ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think....i will put this obsession aside of me and stop talking like an auntie and post pichas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0buNNiMmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MKOD5y7Sr7w/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0buNNiMmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MKOD5y7Sr7w/s400/DSC00254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101764433515000418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0bYtNiMlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zGDwGXstQ_U/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0bYtNiMlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zGDwGXstQ_U/s400/DSC00194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101764064147812946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0a09NiMkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/p0S5pBQtMSQ/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0a09NiMkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/p0S5pBQtMSQ/s400/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101763449967489602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0ZkNNiMjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-OaDQUr-Oto/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0ZkNNiMjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-OaDQUr-Oto/s400/DSC00163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101762062693052978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0ZKdNiMiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HO35qGc11O0/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0ZKdNiMiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HO35qGc11O0/s400/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101761620311421474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0Y1tNiMhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ECb3bUsplx8/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0Y1tNiMhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ECb3bUsplx8/s400/DSC00286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101761263829135890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0YHdNiMgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PXP2oOcKH7c/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0YHdNiMgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PXP2oOcKH7c/s400/DSC00227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101760469260186114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0X2dNiMfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TZ2u5R4uWXc/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0X2dNiMfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TZ2u5R4uWXc/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101760177202409970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0XxNNiMeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/O0-p-iXgSac/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0XxNNiMeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/O0-p-iXgSac/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101760087008096738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0XpdNiMdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yz5VU7HHliQ/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0XpdNiMdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yz5VU7HHliQ/s400/DSC00217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101759953864110546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what.I don't think half of you would even bother about the loads of pics i post.So whatever lah,if you really wanna see the boring photos which aren't really that boring in my opinion,ask me for it.If you don't,then i just saved myself a whole lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Genting was okay lah...and you know what..i'm not super honest also.I didn't lie or anything..but i didn't say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"If we don't work out i'm not worried cause i have loads others to turn to so don't worry about me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh..speedating xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5201576058039836108?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5201576058039836108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5201576058039836108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5201576058039836108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5201576058039836108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_22.html' title='~~!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0buNNiMmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MKOD5y7Sr7w/s72-c/DSC00254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-3511408906271940137</id><published>2007-08-22T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:58.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>~~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got back from Genting..and this holiday was okay..but not as great as i hoped it would be lah.I'm just released some of my inhibitions and allowed myself to be a brat and pig out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate alot.I had KFC at 11pm.A while before sleeping.And not a small KFC snack,mind you,but a BIG DINNER.Fatness in my soul,RISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But funny enough,i woke up with a flat stomach.Ooh.Maybe my metabolism rate is going up,up and up.Maybe,and i hope it'll stay that way...cause i haven't eaten fast food that late that close to bedtime since i quit state swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fucks,i sound like an anorexic Nlin ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think....i will put this obsession aside of me and stop talking like an auntie and post pichas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0buNNiMmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MKOD5y7Sr7w/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0buNNiMmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MKOD5y7Sr7w/s400/DSC00254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101764433515000418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0bYtNiMlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zGDwGXstQ_U/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0bYtNiMlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zGDwGXstQ_U/s400/DSC00194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101764064147812946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0a09NiMkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/p0S5pBQtMSQ/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0a09NiMkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/p0S5pBQtMSQ/s400/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101763449967489602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0ZkNNiMjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-OaDQUr-Oto/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0ZkNNiMjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-OaDQUr-Oto/s400/DSC00163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101762062693052978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0ZKdNiMiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HO35qGc11O0/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0ZKdNiMiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/HO35qGc11O0/s400/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101761620311421474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0Y1tNiMhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ECb3bUsplx8/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0Y1tNiMhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ECb3bUsplx8/s400/DSC00286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101761263829135890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0YHdNiMgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PXP2oOcKH7c/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0YHdNiMgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PXP2oOcKH7c/s400/DSC00227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101760469260186114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0X2dNiMfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TZ2u5R4uWXc/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0X2dNiMfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TZ2u5R4uWXc/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101760177202409970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0XxNNiMeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/O0-p-iXgSac/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0XxNNiMeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/O0-p-iXgSac/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101760087008096738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0XpdNiMdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yz5VU7HHliQ/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0XpdNiMdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yz5VU7HHliQ/s400/DSC00217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101759953864110546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what.I don't think half of you would even bother about the loads of pics i post.So whatever lah,if you really wanna see the boring photos which aren't really that boring in my opinion,ask me for it.If you don't,then i just saved myself a whole lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Genting was okay lah...and you know what..i'm not super honest also.I didn't lie or anything..but i didn't say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"If we don't work out i'm not worried cause i have loads others to turn to so don't worry about me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh..speedating xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-3511408906271940137?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/3511408906271940137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=3511408906271940137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3511408906271940137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3511408906271940137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='~~!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rs0buNNiMmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MKOD5y7Sr7w/s72-c/DSC00254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-550342515285524838</id><published>2007-08-20T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T06:28:46.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shits'/><title type='text'>super touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe it,i'm on holiday and yet i still am updating every single day.And and and and and and and and and and oooooh!I'm going genting right after this with someone*,as in,on Tues when i come back to smelly KL(honestly Penang doesn't smell all that nice either,eww tell you later lah) i'll be leaving for Genting again till Thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ooh,and for those who said i can't study in Penang while on holiday...NAH __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*points middle finger to all you bitches*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That was for being right,you bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But i did study abit,at least i tried lah.Anyway,back to the point,this vacation is gonna rock lah.I'm gonna go up with 7 other random people i don't know(but are supposed to be super-friendly)..just cause someone* ask me to go.And no lah,that someone* is not that someone** you're thinking about cause i am just hopelessly flower heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Actually,i'm not lah ok!I am committed when i make a commitment!But but but...when someone tells you that there's no way you guys can be together altho you both really have feelings for each other and and and and and and and(i'm doing that alot these days..i'm starting to even stutter online..fucking retainer!) really enjoy each others' company,it still ain't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe i'm delusional and i'm being played cause i'm too ugly/short/fat for someone so beautifully gorgeous.But still.................................................&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But whatever,it's not like i don't have others to go to.If i'm not everything to you,and i don't wanna be everything,but at least let me be something..anything,or i'd rather be nothing at all.Cause love hurts =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway,i really feel guilty for E,unless she wanna go out during the weekend,i can't cause i'll be &lt;s&gt;having sex&lt;/s&gt; enjoying myself in Genting.And duh,i'm being sarcastic about the sex part.How obvious that is?Stop gasping you idiot!!I'm joking,being sarcastic you see??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And...Penang's beach is disgusting.It's for watersports,fishing,but not swimming.Cause alll the shit water and sewer gunk is overflowing into the big &lt;s&gt;blue&lt;/s&gt; blackish brownish green sea literally.And it smells.Ewww.Imagine you're swimming in someone's sh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I should just stop cause these CCs don't equip their tables with a barfbag(in case of yucky porn).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And you know what Nlin,i'm so touched.Okay,fine,actually i'm not.Okay i am,but still,i am,fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And i enjoy talking to you too Nlin,loads.Seriously lah,i don't have to type something deep and meaningful and beautifully touching here to prove anything right?You know it yourself larh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And and and and and and and and and and..erm,i'm stuttering again.Anywayyy,i remember how the disgusting act chio people/lovey dovey couples talk to each other and refer to each others' blog like shit,like posting,i love you baby XXX etc etc etc on their blogs and typing there,announcing to the shit uninterested world how much she loves him and she hopes you love her back blahblahblah.I remember reading that then proceeded to point out my middle finger(s) towards the computer screen before spitefully vomitting my insides out and cursing them to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And now i know why they do it lah.Cause they mean it.So yeah,Nlin,one day if we both get old and we can't get married or something you know what,i'd marry you if you'd marry me.Of course,that would kinda be a long shot considering i already have 3 wives and 2 yee lai-s and 2 fiances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh wait,they don't really count,do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:i got you a souvenir Nlin!Guess what it is and i might just give it to you and not keep it to myself,babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-550342515285524838?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/550342515285524838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=550342515285524838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/550342515285524838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/550342515285524838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-touched.html' title='super touched'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8753833396429039349</id><published>2007-08-17T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:58.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXECUTION YEAH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing crapshit'/><title type='text'>Shia LaBeouf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shia Saide LaBeouf..did you know that means thank god for beef?Oh you already did?Damn,i thought i'd be the first to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dunno why Sherren they all are so idol-ing him now larh.I mean,so what he was in Transformers,Surf's Up and Disturbia?(I didn't watch any of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't shake off that disturbingly annoying EvenStevens persona he played.So whenever he's trying to act serious,i laugh cause i suddenly recall a mental image of him bleching/slapping_own_ass/fries_up_nose/insert_ridiculous_thing_here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he VERY HOT MEH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.transformers-movie-buzz.com/uploads/uploadNewsPhotos/medium_Shia-2sq8upx5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.transformers-movie-buzz.com/uploads/uploadNewsPhotos/medium_Shia-2sq8upx5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mature&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/ap/70f93262-319b-48ae-aad6-9c7181847a2d.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/ap/70f93262-319b-48ae-aad6-9c7181847a2d.widec.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gay&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/070314/070314_LaBeouf_hmed_3p.hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/070314/070314_LaBeouf_hmed_3p.hmedium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.coxnewsweb.com/B/02/92/89/image_5289922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.coxnewsweb.com/B/02/92/89/image_5289922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old And Psycho(what's with that hair  ._.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/xp/premiere_photo/20051104/13/907844079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/xp/premiere_photo/20051104/13/907844079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one okay la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very impressive.The ratio of ugly shots to nice/average/decent shots are like...1:9.(Yeash studying with Nlin has made me a maths nerd!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has a FAT FACE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/movies/l/lebeouf_shia/afi_fest_nov_06/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/movies/l/lebeouf_shia/afi_fest_nov_06/281x211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Yay i'm not alone!)&lt;br /&gt;But yeah,some shots are nice lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tformers.net/i/a/movies/transformers_shia_lebeouf_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tformers.net/i/a/movies/transformers_shia_lebeouf_100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsYdjNNiMYI/AAAAAAAAATU/x3IK6IKoPgM/s1600-h/shiaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsYdjNNiMYI/AAAAAAAAATU/x3IK6IKoPgM/s320/shiaa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099796118722720130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND OOH.THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsYdXtNiMXI/AAAAAAAAATM/wX9wrBwvJ2s/s1600-h/shialebeoua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsYdXtNiMXI/AAAAAAAAATM/wX9wrBwvJ2s/s400/shialebeoua.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099795921154224498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one is really good.I think Shia should consider rebonding,or a nice bald head.Stupid curly hair.Yesh,i think it's his hair problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he has another bad habit.He likes to open his mouth to suck an invisible dick alot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.transformers-movie-buzz.com/uploads/uploadNewsPhotos/medium_Transformers%20-%20Shia%20LaBeouf%202-2fzwh6lk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.transformers-movie-buzz.com/uploads/uploadNewsPhotos/medium_Transformers%20-%20Shia%20LaBeouf%202-2fzwh6lk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indiana-jones-movie-buzz.com/uploads/uploadNewsPhotos/medium_Disturbia%20-%20Shia%20LaBeouf-f9fr9h3w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.indiana-jones-movie-buzz.com/uploads/uploadNewsPhotos/medium_Disturbia%20-%20Shia%20LaBeouf-f9fr9h3w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;And he makes out with a mop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://delivery.viewimages.com/xv/74921654.jpg?v=1&amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;amp;amp;k=2&amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF193FFB9F14E93DC44209E885A022356A80539249977D93414B5"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://delivery.viewimages.com/xv/74921654.jpg?v=1&amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;k=2&amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF193FFB9F14E93DC44209E885A022356A80539249977D93414B5" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well..as long as he doesn't ikut jejak Shorty and &lt;a href="http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html"&gt;fuck a horse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And owh....it's 6:20 in the morn and i've just finished packing.Can't wait for the trip.I've made my belly flat to show off later xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/shialabeoufheaven/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/shialabeoufheaven/09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; : &gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8753833396429039349?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8753833396429039349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=8753833396429039349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8753833396429039349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8753833396429039349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/shia-labeouf.html' title='Shia LaBeouf!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsYdjNNiMYI/AAAAAAAAATU/x3IK6IKoPgM/s72-c/shiaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-7859775554664761592</id><published>2007-08-14T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:48:47.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shits'/><title type='text'>Shopping For Husband</title><content type='html'>Shopping for a Husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A store that sells husbands has just&lt;br /&gt;opened where a woman may go to choose&lt;br /&gt;a husband from among many men. The&lt;br /&gt;store is composed of 6 floors, and the&lt;br /&gt;men increase in positive attributes as&lt;br /&gt;the shopper ascends the flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, however, a catch. As you&lt;br /&gt;open the door to any floor you may&lt;br /&gt;choose a man from that floor, but if&lt;br /&gt;you go up a floor, you cannot go back&lt;br /&gt;down except to exit the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a woman goes to the shopping center&lt;br /&gt;to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the&lt;br /&gt;door reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman reads the sign and says to&lt;br /&gt;herself, "Well, that's better than my&lt;br /&gt;last boyfriend, but I wonder what's&lt;br /&gt;further up?" So up she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love&lt;br /&gt;kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman remarks to herself, "That's&lt;br /&gt;great, but I wonder what's further&lt;br /&gt;up?" And up she goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love&lt;br /&gt;kids and are extremely good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm, better" she says. "But I wonder&lt;br /&gt;what's upstairs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love&lt;br /&gt;kids, are extremely good looking and&lt;br /&gt;help with the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!" exclaims the woman, "very&lt;br /&gt;tempting. BUT, there must be more&lt;br /&gt;further up!" And again she heads up&lt;br /&gt;another flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love&lt;br /&gt;kids, are extremely good looking, help&lt;br /&gt;with the housework and have a strong&lt;br /&gt;romantic streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me! But just think... what&lt;br /&gt;must be awaiting me further on?" So up&lt;br /&gt;to the sixth floor she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor&lt;br /&gt;6,875,953,012 to this floor. There are&lt;br /&gt;no men on this floor. This floor&lt;br /&gt;exists solely as proof that women are&lt;br /&gt;impossible to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahhahahhaah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-7859775554664761592?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/7859775554664761592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=7859775554664761592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7859775554664761592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7859775554664761592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/shopping-for-husband.html' title='Shopping For Husband'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8693458434116092470</id><published>2007-08-13T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:58.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing crapshit'/><title type='text'>Merdeka Rehearsals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was Merdeka rehearsal and yea,like Kapoh said,ShihXuan SHOULD wear heels for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really amusing watching Nlin and Sxuan and all going "Do i look fat?" "This makes me look so fat!" "OMG SO FAT SO FAT" "I'M SO BOXY" in their interact outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh did you guys know?It's Kapoh's birthday today!Kelian her,her birthday still must stand and hold the stupid flag so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the Gerak Gempoh..or sumthing lidat.After recess after the assembly(which left marks on my ass),i saw more and more people studying.Naturally,something is wrong because people studying in school is not right.So i asked Joanna(or Louise,forgot liaw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Eh,why is everyone studying??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Cause there is an exam later"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"WHatttTT??Exam??What examM??Why no one said anythingg???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BM2 Exam,they did,i remember Vivien told you that there was gonna be Gerak Gempoh today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I know,she did,but what about the exams??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Err,what you mean?Gerak Gempoh IS the exams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"OH.NOT THE ASSEMBLY EARLIER?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for the exams..and i nudged LaiYee jokingly and said "THIS IS HOW WE SIT FOR EXAMINATIONS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sits on question paper on the table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was funny lah.Don't ask why.Sit for exams and sit literally,you geddit?FINE,nevermind.But then LaiYee looked at our lengchai bm teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mohamad Rizal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(lengchai Mohamad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsAqLoG8oOI/AAAAAAAAASs/0HcC-Qp-jJo/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsAqLoG8oOI/AAAAAAAAASs/0HcC-Qp-jJo/s400/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098121157416886498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsAqpYG8oPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0j7_xNnu5c4/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsAqpYG8oPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0j7_xNnu5c4/s400/DSC00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098121668517994738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"PLEASE RESPECT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsAq0YG8oQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wwDXDKouy8o/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsAq0YG8oQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wwDXDKouy8o/s400/DSC00083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098121857496555778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...the table."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah-_- SO anyway,as i was starting the karangan pendek i wrote "Kita semua menginginkan se.." then i stopped,wrote "SORRY CIKGU SAYA PERLU PERGI MARCHING UNTUK MERDEKA PERFOMANCE PADA OGOS 31 TAPI SAYA TELAH MEMBUAT SEBANYAK MUNGKIN SORRY" and placed the paper aside,and proceded to slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lol.And in case you're wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsApmYG8oNI/AAAAAAAAASk/9WzHoFW7AOo/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsApmYG8oNI/AAAAAAAAASk/9WzHoFW7AOo/s400/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098120517466759378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea,we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; patriotic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8693458434116092470?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8693458434116092470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=8693458434116092470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8693458434116092470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8693458434116092470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/merdeka-rehearsals.html' title='Merdeka Rehearsals'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RsAqLoG8oOI/AAAAAAAAASs/0HcC-Qp-jJo/s72-c/DSC00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8130271573972123118</id><published>2007-08-12T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:44:22.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endorphins Overdose'/><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can honestly say i know why there are people who commit suicide now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,it's not cause they're retarded and think they're fat birds and that they can fly.But like..death is just an endless slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the pain is so overwhelming,and so real..and it's too much for you to face,and you can't run from it..you can't avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause avoiding it drains you ALOT emotionally and mentally and it just sucks(like shit sucksucksucksuck).But we can't avoid it for too long.You can't run from this feeling,you have to face it,and yea,these are the times where you wonder if you can survive the sadness..and because like i said before,we usually do cause emotional wounds can't kill us off..but even after surviving that nothing's the same,the big empty void of nothingness(which used to be everything) is still there,and everything reminds you of the stinging tears and memories of yesterdays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or you can take the alternative - going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By sleeping,everything is gone for a while and you gain temporary relief(unless you dream and it makes ur sleep useless too)(which i usual do anyway).So go for a permanant sleep where you don't even have to worry about dreams that make you wake up crying at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing it or Avoiding it for good..rasionally thinking i would say face it and get it over with even if it hurts so much,but i'm not a rational person to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; chose the latter.But thank god for Nlin.(Everyone say HELLELUYAH!)She thinks she wasn't much of a help cause she can't feel what i'm feeling(no one can,darls) and that she's became too numb(i wish i was).But yea,just knowing you're there on the other line of the phone makes me feel SOOO much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now i have somewhere,someone to run to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway,the twist of events are really...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twisted&lt;/span&gt;.It's nothing you would ever had imagined.I never would have.Maybe i got it wrong,but still...all that investigation and all does mean something..i mean..nevermind,don't ask,it's non of your biznez you bloody bz-bodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea,things got twisted so much that erm,i might have it my way now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.Anyway..i've been crying for three days straight now,and to the point where it's too hard to feel depressed so i can be happy again.I'm not over it,but i'm just done being sad and crying over this alot.I think i may have become numb,but then again,that's actually a plus.If i'm immune to all the sadness i can date and love all i want without fearing the loss right!YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today,i'm happy,genuinely happy,until of course i'm not sick of being sad anymore then i'll become emo and sad again but till then,i'll just enjoy(or suffer) the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some clothes and this pair of shorts from reject again..soooo worth it and i'm so satisfied!I love reject stuff,i think being reject makes them special and one of a kind.And also,i think the reject ones look better than the "perfect" ones too.So halleluyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me an idiot for having weird and bad taste.I'm spending Rm10 on a T-Shirt I like(which is special too!) but you have to spend RM45 for a T-Shirt YOU like(which are made in BULK and therefore,you're probably holding one of the kazillions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the idiot now? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also,bought a digital camera.A super geng 8.2megapixel5xopticalzoomslimandchiobigscreenetcetcalotofgengfeaturesdigital camera.I persuaded my dad to get a new one for himself cause the one he's using is a LOUSY BIG FAT BULKY 2.4 mega pixel BIG BULKY camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean,if you have like...18megapixels like a big ugly bulky camera is supposed to have FINE.BUT I MEAN,my auntie's phone(which can play songs and watch movies and support the memory sticks and sms and call and etcetc) is already 3.2megapixels(yea the cybershot phone) and MINE,altho not a cybershot phone but it's a walkman phone the camera also 2 megapixel already okay!And the B.U.B. camera is only 2.4 megapixel..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can throw a can of paint(preferably purple) on myself and press myself against white paper to get better results than that B.U.B. cam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway,i've con-vinced my dad to get himself a new cam but i use the cameras more and he touches it alot less so it's ULTIMATELY MINE!Muahahahahaha!I'm an evil genius kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also got a 4gig memory stick and the cheapo made in china camera leather pouch and three free keychains..so i'm gonna use my 1 gig memory sticks(my phone geh) and put them inside this camera [i mean,how many pictures can you take LOL] and the 4gig memory stick will be OFFICIALLY MY PHONE'S NEW MEMORY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG 4 GIG LEH! *throws Ipod into doghouse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea,life has it's ups and downs but still...i'm only happy now cause i'm happy and spoiled.But but but...at least i'm happy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,got something more to look forward to next week.Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea,yesterday talking on the phone with Nlin we came to alot of deep and emotional things.Like how she said she manipulate people to get her way..and yea,i manipulate and lie to get my way too,soo much that it becomes so messed up i don't know if i'm doing this by manipulating or i'm doing this by how i wanna do this(ie unintentionally) and therefore holds me back alot.(Yea that's the curse of being smart xD LOL jk xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is,i'm an oversensitive,overly emotional individual and i feel guilty and after lying and manipulating I HAVE to come clean somehow someway cause i will feel so bad and it'll eat me up inside SOO MUCH.GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to don't be so sensitive.Cause you don't know how i feel,so buzz off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8130271573972123118?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8130271573972123118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=8130271573972123118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8130271573972123118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8130271573972123118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-4640953502669249496</id><published>2007-08-10T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:30:30.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>Screw Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My title says all.Screw it,screw the crushes,screw the deepening loves,screw everything with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid love songs keep playing in my head,and the more i try to forget them the more they play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,is not worth the pain i go thru for it.The possible(make that inevitable) loss that will result and the post-breakup pains and feelings make life miserable.It only takes love to screw everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth loving.The joy that love brings..?Temporary.Not worth it,the long lasting pain far outweights the temporary high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw love.Bloody hell i wish all babies were not made by sex but were brought down from the skies in little white clothes by stupid fat annoying pelicans.Without sex without lust,no rape or sexual harassment cases,see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't even have gay or les problems!LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part,there won't be pain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-519618059125650358</id><published>2007-08-10T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:59.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Best Friend&apos;s wedding all over again..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>I'm too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..just too little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Hsiong.I had loads of things to blog about but now i can't cause what i'm feeling is blocking my ability to think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry,but i can't ; i wanna tear,but i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i should be smiling for you so that you and me can both move on but i can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished writing down what i wanna tell you..cause i really do miss you and altho i lied alot i think you know it too,i didn't lie when i said i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the circumstances where there and i was foolish larh..i can't change the pass,but the future can be shaped right?So i wanted to make things better and perhaps even get back with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did preparations,i did everything,i bought that present for your birthday and it's still in my drawer neatly wrapped.Then i was planning to say something...and then i was relieved of the guild i created for myself whenever i'm with you..but..then i saw your blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;To you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Please do not offer me too much of your care and concern,&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I cant control myself anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Since we are not destined to be together...&lt;br /&gt;Let's not be so close anymore...&lt;br /&gt;coz I am afraid that i cant control my greediness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet suffering that was given to me,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise it can be that painful..&lt;br /&gt;Please leave my world...&lt;br /&gt;Do not give me meaningless promises...&lt;br /&gt;Do not bring me to my imaginary paradise...&lt;br /&gt;knowing that eventually I will never achieve the sense of belonging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop thinking of me...&lt;br /&gt;Please stop missing me...&lt;br /&gt;I fear that I will be heavy-hearted..&lt;br /&gt;I can be acting cool today,&lt;br /&gt;thinking that i can control my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;but only to find out that you are every corner of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it will be better rather to start nor to end...&lt;br /&gt;But indeed, I am already falling for you...&lt;br /&gt;The closer I am to you,&lt;br /&gt;the more I see you,&lt;br /&gt;the more i hear from you,&lt;br /&gt;the more pain I endure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet suffering that was given to me took away my soul..&lt;br /&gt;After working so hard understanding this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;only to realise that I am being haunted by nightmares and woke up crying every night...&lt;br /&gt;I really find it hard....&lt;br /&gt;to ask you to forget me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz.. I can't forget you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Corny but i cried on the spot...i didn't know what to do...so i didn't do anything and the business of the preparations of trials were engulfing me whole..so,i didn't have the time,the energy or the emotional strength to care about this,to cry about this for the moment..After everything and how hyped up i've got suddenly this happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dunno.Suddenly i was free and it was Friday night,my fav time of the week and i'm sitting down in front of my pc when i saw you at friendster and the thoughts resurfaced..crying and crying and crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i saw your profile at both axc and friendster.You were in a relationship.Oh.So,i guess i'm too late and hopeless already larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then you've been haunting me like i've been haunting you.Somehow i'm such a bitch that i always want what i can't have.I can't stand it at all.Even in class and school it shows.I'm super quiet the last few weeks liaw..and i'm actually studying(ALOT) to take my mind off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the relief is only temporary and on sleepless nights and awakeness alike...i'm almost tearing cause i'm broken down deep inside.Sometimes i'd wonder if i'd survive the sadness.(there i go recycling again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always survive anyway.This will just be another thing i have to go thru and hopefully i can forget you completely...cause..the secound cut's the deepest this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're having a relationship..with someone in MY school.You came today,at 12:30 outside my school to pick him up.And..he's in my school.It's so close to home i feel the burn even worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see my eyes..i think of your natural mascara eyes too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see my braces i think of your teeth which are not too perfect either..(but better than mine lar..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see a couple i think of us and how we used to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see a proton i think of yours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see my guitar,when i sing,i think of you and the times you sang for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see my songs,i remember the song i wrote for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see my hands,i remember when you used to hold them tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see coke,i think of you drinking it and me telling you it's gonna make you fat but that's okay cause i like you just the way you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see cake,i think of the heart shaped strawberry jamed Valentines cake we had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see something pink,i'd think of that pig you gave me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i see bluie..i'm reminded that he's gone and that our so called baby together is gone too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever i see B or Be i wanna cry,cause i miss the way you called me bb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..I love you and miss you bearbear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm really sorry KK for runing everything..i should'nt have lied.You will always be special in my heart and nothing will ever replace you..i wish you and him all the best..and i hope i can let you go like you want me to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when you ask this earlier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RryG94G8oKI/AAAAAAAAASM/4gL5g_Seh78/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RryG94G8oKI/AAAAAAAAASM/4gL5g_Seh78/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097097275868225698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had no idea how to answer..and i cried.Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bBKk &lt;3 BbKk like BbKk lovED bBKk..&lt;br /&gt;p/s:i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-519618059125650358?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/519618059125650358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=519618059125650358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/519618059125650358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/519618059125650358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-too-late_10.html' title='I&apos;m too late'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RryG94G8oKI/AAAAAAAAASM/4gL5g_Seh78/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5196400365224948477</id><published>2007-08-07T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:59.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>Gwen's coming to town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay,i'm really excited.I mean,Gwen's coming!Altho i'm not sure if i can get tickets,but stilll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan,Fort Minor,The Click Five,Pussyc&lt;s&gt;un&lt;/s&gt;at Dolls,Good Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed ALL OF THEM.And i had tickets for each of em'.No fair!Don't ask me why I didn't go,long stories.I don't like Fort Minor,The Click Five(at that time) and Good Charlotte,so i didn't bother going(crowded concerts are tiring and sweaty and molestic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone always has to die(or have something urgently important) when the concert is up.Okay,this time altho Gwen's coming right during Trials,i might go cause i wanna go,but only if i can get VIP tickets,if not i'll just go study for Trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,those around me will know how excited i am that Gwen's coming,i'm &lt;s&gt;concert-deprived&lt;/s&gt;bands-and-artist-worth-going-concerts-deprived.So yea,i'm really excited that someone's actually coming to Msia(instead of that stupid concert-thieving island down south)(Damn you Christina Aguilera!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why when i heard of all the stupid protestors i got damn beh song.OMG,the ONE GOOD ACT IN A WHILE coming to our good-concert-deprived country and you gotta scare her away???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't complain she dressed raunchy lah okay!If you gona ban her for dressing like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5594174,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5594174,00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myfashionlife.com/uploads/gwenstefaniharajukua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.myfashionlife.com/uploads/gwenstefaniharajukua.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebrity-gossip.net/images/photos/gwen-stefani-sydney-concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.celebrity-gossip.net/images/photos/gwen-stefani-sydney-concert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine,there are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt;(emphasize on the SLIGHTLY) more revealing ones(no boob flashes or panties-in-your-face tho) but STILL.If you were to ban her you might as well ban the internet,cause we can find porn there.Really raunchy ones,the raunchiest ones(Cartoons and hentai and editted ones don't count) i've seen so far are the rape videos..i don't th-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.'nuff of that.Seriously,what the fuck do you mean by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Maxis has been staging a series of foreign acts ... to make a profit and to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expose our young generation to things such as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moral decay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," he said.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/4147738a1860.html"&gt;more here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude,which century are you from?Have you seen our schools,or do you even own a pc(with an internet connection)?GOD,i've seen dildo-s in toilets!And i even seen sex videos TAKEN BY STUDENTS(yea CHS and more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define moral decay.What's more decaying,Gwen performing in her so called "raunchy" outfits(as labelled by close-minded people) or the Pn.Hew's contant boob flashes(but she's shit ugly so no one really gets high,they just puke),Rizal's constant mood swings and table smacking and threathening (i quote: "kalau saya ada pilihan saya kan lempar meja ni ke kamu smua" ),sexism displayed by our fellow MPs(members of Parlimen) and more..?(Even heard of worst scenario-s in other schools too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine,maybe i'm just grasping at straws....but,i'm not lying.(At least.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-" I mean, even without the concert,we're exposed to bloody shit loads of moral decay already.Just cause you don't see it(ignorance is bliss) doesn't mean WE CAN'T SEE IT(ex expose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not,get the parents advisory stamp or something on for school children to control moral decay?Those above 18 should be wise enough to judge for themselves(and also lost their virginity already so it doesn't really matter what they see)and those with moral issues should just stand aside and read religious moral books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't spoon feed us,we have our own brains and we know how to judge right from wrong(and bullshit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even without Gwen or Pussy...catdolls coming over we'd already have been enough moral decay to damage us for a lifetime.I mean,come on,do you know how easy it is to lose your virginity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks at Nlin*(Lol DUH I'M JOKING.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not joking about the lose virginity part(but i am on looking accusingly at Nlin).It's a figure of speech,i don't mean it literally.Duh,are you dumb or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can judge ourselves what is morally right and what's just wrong.Those who don't you can throw them into jail for all i care,but the point is most of us do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying...i love you Gwen!THANK GOD YOU'RE STILL COMING TO MALAYSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fellow Gwen-Fan-Clubbians:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gwen-stefani.topwomen.org/images/gwen-stefani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://gwen-stefani.topwomen.org/images/gwen-stefani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marilyn Monroe??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.100xr.com/100_XR/Artists/G/Gwen_Stefani/Gwen.Stefani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.100xr.com/100_XR/Artists/G/Gwen_Stefani/Gwen.Stefani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kitmeout.com/img_assets/gwen_stefani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.kitmeout.com/img_assets/gwen_stefani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She joins the rebonded club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/singer/gwen-stefani/pictures/gwen-stefani-picture-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/singer/gwen-stefani/pictures/gwen-stefani-picture-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prettier that the prettiest Jessica Simpson!With ATTITUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.msgwenstefani.com/img/gwen-stefani-biography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.msgwenstefani.com/img/gwen-stefani-biography.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;WITH ATTITUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.supermusic.sk/obrazky/47387_Gwen%20Stefani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.supermusic.sk/obrazky/47387_Gwen%20Stefani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely GLAMOUROUS!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedailyreel.com/spotlight/music/archive/2007/04/20/gwen-stefani-4-in-the-morning/image"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thedailyreel.com/spotlight/music/archive/2007/04/20/gwen-stefani-4-in-the-morning/image" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is like,my fav pic of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for haters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RrhOIIG8oJI/AAAAAAAAASE/S253WfdUfKs/s1600-h/gwen_stefani_jill_greenberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RrhOIIG8oJI/AAAAAAAAASE/S253WfdUfKs/s400/gwen_stefani_jill_greenberg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095908879892258962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wooohooo!Gwen i love you!Gwen for the win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"B is for bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5196400365224948477?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5196400365224948477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5196400365224948477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5196400365224948477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5196400365224948477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/gwens-coming-to-town.html' title='Gwen&apos;s coming to town!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RrhOIIG8oJI/AAAAAAAAASE/S253WfdUfKs/s72-c/gwen_stefani_jill_greenberg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5901523941155083689</id><published>2007-08-03T04:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T04:15:47.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imma get tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shits'/><title type='text'>tagged by nl</title><content type='html'>So,got &lt;s&gt;shagge&lt;/s&gt; by Nenlin ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2.Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3.Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;4.With the answers, give your own comments on how they relate to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5.Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;Felt this way before,i mean read the song lyrics.But yea,we do feel like strangers now don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't No Other Man - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.Does it mean i'm gon get hitched to some perfect bastard or does it refer to me?Hah!Nenlin,we should get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Sway - The Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Right..I wonder ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Fergalicious - Fergie ft. Will.i.am&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo...i know i am ;D nah,lol,i'm not like that...all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;She'll Fly - Jessica Harp&lt;br /&gt;Highs and lows but nowadays i'm happy even when it's low ;0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend - Ashley Simpson&lt;br /&gt;uh 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me - P.Diddy ft. Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;welll...they do tell me things  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;4ever - The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;Ironically hilarious yet amusingly morbid(i love that word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Another Day In Paradise - Phil Collins&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO.Kinda true :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Are You Happy Now - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;Nenlin!ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?ARE YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful - Kelvin Fok&lt;br /&gt;OOOHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;I'll Do Anything - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Me - Six Pence Non The Richer&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck today,can't think of anything witty to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;The Good Kind - The Wreckers&lt;br /&gt;Hoh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Rehab - Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Not Ready To Make Nice - Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song would you strip to?&lt;br /&gt;San Hu Hai - Jay Chao and Lara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mum think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Last Night - P.Diddy ft. Keisha Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;SOS - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mortal enemy's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Intuition - Jewel&lt;br /&gt;More like bitchuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your personality like?&lt;br /&gt;Afterglow - INXS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Without Love - Stacie Orrico&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 tags to go to:&lt;br /&gt;Nenlin(right back at ya')&lt;br /&gt;Joanne&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Louise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bo liao today...--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5901523941155083689?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5901523941155083689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5901523941155083689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5901523941155083689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5901523941155083689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged-by-nl.html' title='tagged by nl'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-2881106652055856431</id><published>2007-08-02T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T03:51:59.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXECUTION YEAH'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right.Harry Potter and The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deathly&lt;/span&gt; Hallows.Seriously.People everywhere are dying.Colin Creevy died,for a secound there i thought Luna died(sob),and i thought Ollivander died,Snape die also,MadEye gone,Tonks and Lupin(I loved them TT)..etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad kan?The first half of the book was blardy depressing!!It was like,soo..dark and morbid.I mean,really,reading the book made me feel sooo fucking tense and scared kan!I don't want any of them to die,i love all of em'!(Except the death eaters with the exception of Bellarix!!She ROCKS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love scenes with crazy Bellarix(or trix,whatever,from now on i'll just call her Lala then.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,Harry is such a bitch.Okay,why do sentences with Harry/Daniel Rad all start someway like that.Hmm.Maybe i should analyze this hatret and how this came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see.I've never really had a problem with Harry.Wait,the problem's not with Harry,it's with Daniel.Cause whenever i see the word Harry i think of Daniel.The short,pornstar wannabe horse fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.I found the source of my frustration.I've always thought he was okay until...until....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE FUCKED A HORSE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of fuck,so disgusting kan?I'd rather him be a &lt;s&gt;phildophile&lt;/s&gt; pedophile.God.Ohkay,some of you told me that he DIDN'T fuck a the horse in the porn play or whatever.But don't blame me,what do you think of when you see THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hogwartsherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/nequs30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.hogwartsherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/nequs30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;EWW!!!That patch of fuzzy thingies growing beneath his belly button,you don't really believe that those REALLY ARE hair,do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.We only get naked with someother naked living thing for a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To bath together(and then have sex)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To eat together(food first sex later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To compare bodies(and have sex later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What else?Defend him all you want!I'll still flame him blindly without knowing what i'm gonna say next!!And you're probably outta excuses excuse his nudity(don't give me all that bullcrap that he had to act for the play blahblahblah...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you never know behind the scenes&lt;/span&gt;!!)...unlessss......you're trying to tell me he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breastfeeding the horse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;His poor nipples&lt;/s&gt;...poor horsey ;' (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,i'd rather believe that than say he was only nude with the horse for the show.And yea,i heard he'z&lt;s&gt;  a pencil dick.But that's long and thin and from what i saw it's more of an eraser cause it's stubby and &lt;/s&gt; short.Wait,he is short.Hah!He's 18 liaw and he's just 166cm.Did you hear?I heard the in the future movies(when Hermy and Ginny and Luna and everyone else grows taller than him) the editting guys are going to EDIT HIM TALLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG LA,you SO rich,can't afford a LEG JOB MEH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as Victoria Beckham says,"If you don't have it,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fake it&lt;/span&gt;!".He needs a pair of heels,so badly.Wait,heels don't work for him?Okay,try basketball shoes,or Nike Air Max,they'll make you maybe like,3~7cm taller(i think/you hope!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait,still not tall enough?Okay laaaa.GO jump off a clift.When you're jumping off scream loud.Normally when you reach the bottom,you're legs will so SOO far away from your head,literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY,enough of Daniel Rad.Back to the book.I almost cried when Doby died.I &lt;s&gt;died&lt;/s&gt;cried when Luna was kidnapped.I almost cried when Ron walked away.(But somehow i wished Harry would die,i was so happy when he died the first time in Aragog's cave!!)HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So morbid!So deathly!Literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,Dobby didn't need to die.But it was Harry that fucker's fault.He HAD TO SAY VOLDEMORT.And because of him Hermy got crucio-ed/cruciatized.I don't care how you say that without that they won't know the Goblin/break into gringotts/get horcux/etcetc/save Luna/Ollivander etc etc.Okay fine to say Luna,but Luna won't even be in this mess if her dad wasn't supporting HARRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then everything started to unravel.All the pieces fit in.But the ending really kanasai sucked.Won't tell you no more of the story,spoilers sark(although most of you already read it and i already spoiled alot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending,god.Voldemort,is this the best you can do?I mean,even Hermy and Ron and that stout Harry can dodge the Avada Kadavra-s,why can't you?You stand there like you're going to open your mouth and swallow the curse.DAMNIT.You dunno jump out of the way?I mean (enough on that Harry's the real elder wand owner and Volde is not cause he defreated Malfoy who was the bla-,long story) you don't need a wand to jump out of the way!!I MEAN,FUCK IT,VOLDEMORT YOU CAN FLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.Okay fine,i'm kinda unreasonable in some parts but you've gotta admit i'm entertainingly true ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;p/s:And thanks Tam for that award ;p!I love &lt;s&gt;dirty&lt;/s&gt;open-minded&lt;s&gt;sickos&lt;/s&gt; people like you ;D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-2881106652055856431?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/2881106652055856431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=2881106652055856431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2881106652055856431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2881106652055856431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-102163975787104962</id><published>2007-08-01T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T03:32:50.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing crapshit'/><title type='text'>Dirty Harry Potter Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay.I know what it seems like.You're all probably thinking OMFG,is this the only thing that runs around Kennchai's perverted brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is No,i am just more creative and geniusish compared to you people in accidently thinking of amusing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,to the JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i criticized Harry's height in the last last post right?Since school was exceptionally boring today my brain suddenly thought of something sick but brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan's probably not gonna grow anymore(And since Dan plays HarryPotter; HarryPotter's height = Dan's height),i think he's like 19 liaw?And he's still 166cm?Okay maybe he's 18(I still say he looks 40..fine 23 at least),but you get the point.But Ginny continues growing and the last i saw she was almost as tall as Hermy but i think she's still kinda young right so she can still grow taller(than Harry anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT EVEN IF SHE DOESN'T LET'S NOT FORGET THIS IS JUST A JOKE AND IN JOKES STUPID COMPLICATED SMART LOGIC ARE 90% OF THE TIME ABANDONED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future Harry gets 2 sons and 1 daughter with Ginny but if Harry's so short how does he reaches Ginny to make the babies?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how do short wizards have sex with tall witches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The answer is DAMN EASY OKAY!Can you answer me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wingardium Leviosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay,someone laugh or give me an oscar or the nobel prize for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,gonna write my review on the HP7 book like...tomorrow.Finished it days ago.The ending was pathetic.Voldemort can fly,control snakes,summore the monster of slytherin - Basilisk,recruit and strike fear in countries and etc etc etc etc etc etc BUT HE CAN'T DODGE AN HIS OWN DEFLECTED &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AVADA KADAVRA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Harry&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;should be dead and Ginny should be with Luna i tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;p/s:this crude and disgusting and perverted post was not written by me,it was written by Nenlin&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;...who am i kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-102163975787104962?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/102163975787104962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=102163975787104962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/102163975787104962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/102163975787104962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/08/dirty-harry-potter-joke.html' title='Dirty Harry Potter Joke'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8617271866895548184</id><published>2007-07-28T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T09:58:20.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>i'm not clairvoyant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...tho i wish i was.(The last few entries all seem to start this way don't they?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.I don't know.I wish i could read minds,or see the future and have premonitions,or some sort of precognition or six sense or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i had telepathy...or empathy,i wouldn't mind either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to think...but somehow somewhere people always seem to end up getting hurt.I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i feel like there really is something,suddenly it'll seem like there really is nothing.And when i do feel there really is nothing,suddenly things change into something,before repeating the process over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another dead end.I don't wanna lose anyone else by thinking too much or taking a risk due to my intuition which is deadly sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not another &lt;a href="http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-people-leave.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do and what to think.Maybe just make tomorrow as happy as possible,and enjoy one more day,before truely letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause seriously,isn't it better to break now then when i've gone way deeper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta stop kidding myself.There was no chance,there never was,and never will be.All that false hope i gave myself was to comfort.There never was hope.I translated everything wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is love to screw up a perfectly happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow,knowing i've still got one more day to spend smiling with that person gives me a reason to be happy about,and makes me laugh dryly to myself after a while upon realising i've gotta give it all up and move on and let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..and go thru all that heartbreak,AGAIN?&lt;/span&gt; -I can hear myself talking.I'm too dumbed up to figure out wether it's my heart or brain talking.I'm sick of mind games.Freakin' sick of them.Why can't they just be straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,totally ironic and hypocritic.Seeing how i self-proclaim to be bluntly honest(and i am) but i beat around the bush alot and often end up saying "Nothing" or "Nevermind" and avoid the topic all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,better cry now then die later.What do i do?Go to my bestfriends for comfort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can like imagine NL's tone of voice and face going: "Why do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; get all the cute ones? " And the thing is,of all the people,why THIS ONEEE???LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess,sometimes we need to suffer now to feel alot insignificant than we will feel later.Hey,sometimes we need to cry to smile,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me,probably thinking too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8617271866895548184?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8617271866895548184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=8617271866895548184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8617271866895548184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8617271866895548184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-clairvoyant.html' title='i&apos;m not clairvoyant.'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-1329984777853103859</id><published>2007-07-27T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:17:59.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing crapshit'/><title type='text'>Kill Me Now!!Kill me NOWW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RqoleYG8oEI/AAAAAAAAARg/3FszIX89bYc/s1600-h/DSC04427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RqoleYG8oEI/AAAAAAAAARg/3FszIX89bYc/s400/DSC04427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091923532493660226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....okay.Don't kill me,don't kill me.I don't really wanna die.But if i die now at least i will know whatever happened to Hermione(does she remain a virgin?) and Luna(does she remain a loony?(hey i like her that way)) and Ron(Does he get cuter?) and NO HARRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;HAIRY&lt;/s&gt; HARRY POTTER IS THE BIGGEST DICK IN THE ENTIRE WORLD,WHY WOULD I WONDER WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HIM??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay fine,i AM curious,abit,about what happened to him.I wanna know,does he get any taller or does he stays shorter than Hermione for the rest of his lifetime.Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2007_Harry_Potter_and_the_Order_of_the_Phoenix/2007_harry_potter_order_of_the_phoenix_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2007_Harry_Potter_and_the_Order_of_the_Phoenix/2007_harry_potter_order_of_the_phoenix_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is like the the 8th most shortest person in that pic!!But he's super older than them all okay!!And he has no boobs.Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS SHORTER THAN HERMIONE OKAY.Don't argue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see &lt;a href="http://folk.ntnu.no/anetteja/mv2003/WEBOPPGAVE/actors.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!Okay,fine,so Daniel's 166cm and Emma's 165cm.Right.Rupert's a freaking 178cm.And Thomas (aka Draco,omg sounds so wrong @_@) is 185cm.WOAH.He's as tall as Hagrid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea,the original Dumbledore is also 185cm.OMG.His beard is like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dragged around the floor like a mop wan right?&lt;/span&gt;That probably means even his beard is taller than Harry!!OMFGROFL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the secound Albus was like 183cm laaa..but still the beard also taller than Harry.Lol Harry you no hope liaw laaa!You're 18 this year right?Deng....growth stopping soon!!Kakakakakaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i'm mean and evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2002_Harry_Potter_and_the_Chamber_of_Secrets/harry_potter_and_the_chamber_of_secrets_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2002_Harry_Potter_and_the_Chamber_of_Secrets/harry_potter_and_the_chamber_of_secrets_019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old times when he was still kinda&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tall&lt;/span&gt;(-er than Hermione or as Gwamp calls her Hermy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(We call her Her Hei Ne,or however you spell it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOT.Okay to be honestly fair i found him tall in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.superkids.com/aweb/pages/reviews/problem/9/legohp/trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.superkids.com/aweb/pages/reviews/problem/9/legohp/trio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I may have yellow skin but i am tall(er than Hermione!!)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then he gets down a dirty with a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/01/31/harry2_narrowweb__300x425,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/01/31/harry2_narrowweb__300x425,0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hogwartsherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/nequs30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.hogwartsherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/nequs30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL A HORSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rqol1YG8oFI/AAAAAAAAARo/nMNj_y4xiMs/s1600-h/DSC04410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rqol1YG8oFI/AAAAAAAAARo/nMNj_y4xiMs/s400/DSC04410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091923927630651474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Totally random.Made by us at 3b3 ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then there's also this little problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.blogo.it/cineblog/umbridge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://static.blogo.it/cineblog/umbridge1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always imagined her to have a frog as a face and a really long time that spears out like a chameleon whenever she says Boys and Girls.And she probably blinks alot too(Chs students you get me?).But she didn't.In fact she looks prettier than i pictured her to be.Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/f/fd/300px-Bellatrix_HD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/f/fd/300px-Bellatrix_HD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i totally loved Bellatrix tho!!She's a super actress who really pulled it off!I wish she took out Harry instead of Sirius tho!(At least he was goodlooking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And her screams are maniacal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway,i'm gonna go read the book now.I hope Harry dies.But too bad,according to some screaming spoiling bitches Harry doesn't die etc etc.Fucking spoilers.I hope your boobs expire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LoL.I'm damn mean laaaaa.Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s:And for all of you out there who HAVE sweet dreams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kino-govno.com/images/harrypotter5/harrypotter5_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.kino-govno.com/images/harrypotter5/harrypotter5_18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;LOL.Somehow even with clothes on i still get disgusting images of him doing it with a horse.Hmm.Gahhh!Nightmares xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what,please don't kill me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s:went out with someone today.BLOODY HAPPY :D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-1329984777853103859?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RqoleYG8oEI/AAAAAAAAARg/3FszIX89bYc/s72-c/DSC04427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-7370717993330267093</id><published>2007-07-26T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:29:45.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endorphins Overdose'/><title type='text'>july 26...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wtf??It's July 26 already??There's like only 4 more days to August then it's only 2 more months to PMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OmgOmgOmgOmgOmg.This year passed really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how we sometimes still write the last year instead of this year on the date (like 26/7/06).That happens to alot of us during the first 2 months,and normally by April i would have worn this habit out...but this year i'm still doing it,even till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea,maybe i'm stuck in the yesteryear and i probably will fail PMR and will cry and die and crash and burn into a penniless meaningless existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah,i lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i guess i was really too mean and too obvious flaming her in my last post.So whatever laaa.Will edit later.I am such a bitchin' miser.God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah,i'm lying again =p~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,looking forward to tomorrow and saturday.OH JOY.ANOTHER WONDERFUL WEEKEND AHEAD LIKE LAST WEEK AND THE WEEK BEFORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH JOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p i suck at blogging when i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-7370717993330267093?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5638489053636751951</id><published>2007-07-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:13:43.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random updates'/><title type='text'>Report Card Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blood-pressure rising,the air around tensionizin',yea,it's that time of the year again..no no no not exams(well not yet anyway) or whatever.It's report card day.Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea,students tend to freak out alot.I did too,but surprisingly this year i'm just like whatever about it.LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,in typical 3b3 fashion a welcoming type aura was aura-fied(?) to all the parents and some of us even attempt to steal parents from other classes just so we can have more people around (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea,our class has such a custom that when it's you and your mom/dad's turn the big big gang there will wave and all say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye bye&lt;/span&gt;.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea,it was my tun soon and lol...i was wished goodbye.Ma' teacher told me to go away so she can talk privately.God.So after alot of bitching turns out i have to go collect my report card from the discipline room.For three consecutive years i've been repeating this custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wasn't whistling dixiechicks i tell you.She was shit dissapointed.But when we got to the discipline room,lol.What happened next is bloody ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them kept praising me(!!) and said how much i improved and everything.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom left with a happy smile.And yea,that's a long time in a while.Ooh,it rhymed.Anyway,just a random update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5638489053636751951?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5638489053636751951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5638489053636751951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5638489053636751951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5638489053636751951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/report-card-day.html' title='Report Card Day'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-7097648519082428256</id><published>2007-07-23T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T04:07:53.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter And The Cheebye Tescos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.vox.com/6a00c22520056df21900cd971da0c14cd5-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://a1.vox.com/6a00c22520056df21900cd971da0c14cd5-500pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.vox.com/6a00c22520056df21900d4142952cc6a47-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://a4.vox.com/6a00c22520056df21900d4142952cc6a47-500pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a Harry Potter overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea,HP5 just hit the screens and HP6 just hit the bookstores.Wait,did i say bookstores?Make it supermarkets!Cause bookstores don't sell HarryPotter Books!!No!We buy them at GroceryStores like Tesco and Giant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea,in typical Tesco/Giant manner,the price was super-slashed.And this displayed WIDE in the ads of newpapers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Us:Rm69.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeadingBookStores:Rm109.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.Is that even possible?Despicable people at fugging Tesco/Giant!!This is like MPH/etcetc's one chance to earn shitloads of cash.And they had to snatch that all away by attracting people to theirs with rock-bottom prices??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just want the extra business that comes with it!!I bet they hardly earn any cash from the books.They don't feel no loss,who feels the loss? - MPH,Popular,Kinokuya etc etc.All the leading bookstores were supposed to turn into goldmines but some random egg selling bitches came and destroyed everything.That whole year of advertising and promotion,as well as the cancelled launching parties as well.All goneeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no,i'm not as righteous as to bitch about this just cause it ain't fair to MPH/popular/etc.I would buy it from Tesco,if it had not RAN OUTTA STOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i won't mind coughin' up an extra 40 bucks to get a copy at MPH/whatever store.But what the fuck?Non of them are selling the books,no thanks to Tes&lt;s&gt;ti&lt;/s&gt;co and Giant&lt;s&gt;Anus&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really don't mind waiting another two months just to get a copy by paying the full price,but i know the motherfuckin' cum sucking bitches who've read the book or know some sort of ending are just around the corner WAITING for us innocent haven't read-yet readers to spoil the big fucking ending for us who have waited patiently for how many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea,guess what?A &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;boyfriend theif cum&lt;/span&gt; bitch DID SHOUT OUT a very important detail in class.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yea,the same bitch i said in the p/s of my last post.The line is crossed and i'm over the edge.You can close your eyes and don't care all you want,but you can't run away or deny that you stole him,as well as the bitch within :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea,that's why i'm pissed.Because of them i can't finish the book already and so the ending won't be ruined.But they ruined it and i havent' even read the book.Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE,it's no big deal right?But i've said before,even if the whole world doesn't care,if it matters to me it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea,cheebyee tesco and giant.Hope you both sell pirated groceries one day and get bankrupt for getting caught. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:some of you guys on msn told me that MPH they all KIASU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you sell porn at rm10 each to earn 5 bucks every cd and i sell veggie but i sell porn at rm5 each JUST to attract customers and not earn any money but ended up no one buy porn from you,you like or not?SEE!YOU KIASU ALSO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s:Why porn?The first thing that came to mind.Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-7097648519082428256?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/7097648519082428256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=7097648519082428256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7097648519082428256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7097648519082428256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-cheebye-tescos.html' title='Harry Potter And The Cheebye Tescos'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-30619057115136513</id><published>2007-07-22T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:29:31.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing crapshit'/><title type='text'>Sex without lust???!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know that last question on wether sex/lust is needed to maintain a good relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the answers everyone!But anyway,most of you are telling me that you can live without sex or LUST.Okay,the girls maybe i understand laa(altho according to some girls they actually ARE super hornier than guys just that they don't show anything) but the guys tell me they can live without sex/lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!Fine,no sex maybe la(BULL)..but no lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,don't masturbate to your hentai porn for the rest of your life!!Even when your wife is too old to have sex with you!!Wait,you can't have sex with your wife either!!Cause that is LUST!!And sex for that matter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you don't TFK(masturbate) you bastards.Some of you guys who gave me the answer even watch PORN on POH'S PHONE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IN CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!Terbocor dah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i don't think it's possible.But when you put Nenlin and Me together,we come up with surprisin'ly fantastic answrs to really complicated questions with simple answers(NO!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to the conclusion that if the love is really strong enough you can live without the sex.Do the sex outta love and not outta lust.But how can this be done unless you're like having sex with someone of the same sex/opposite sex if you're gay/les?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously lahh!I know that paragraph kinda contradicts the no sex with your wife part cause you can have sex outta love and not outta lust,but seriously lah,can you swear to god on your dick's life that you don't feel horny at all when you're fucking your wife at full speed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@__@ OMG..how silly of me!!You were probably moaning out of LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ooohhh...gasppp...OOOHHH...AHHHH...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Translated it means : Honey i love you so much and i'm not fucking you to get high or cause i'm horny or anything cause honestly i'm not feeling horny/high/lustful right now but i just LOVE YOU SO MUCH I LOVE BEING IN THIS WAY WITH YOU but NOT cause i'm horny or high or lustful right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.Is that possible?Now that's the next question of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s:everything has a limit.All the little things DO add up,one more time and i won't act nice,cause i see no use trying to maintain a friendship that makes me frustrated just to avoid conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You know who you are.Who kills the giraffe ; who's hand are red.Lame i know,but you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-30619057115136513?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/30619057115136513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=30619057115136513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/30619057115136513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/30619057115136513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/aha.html' title='Sex without lust???!!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5689223773800283523</id><published>2007-07-19T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:18:00.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing crapshit'/><title type='text'>I am soo irresponsible!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the other day Pn.Loo our class teacher/maths teacher wanted to collect our Maths1 Exercise Books.So i went to collect them since i am like the group leader(SO PROUD!Only qualified ones are TURSTED enough to be group leader!)(No la joking cause i sit in front -_-).And only CherMing handed up a book,and the lot of us were passing up papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pn.Loo came to take the books she saw our group books and i could tell from her eyes she was thinking :LIKE WTF?! cause that's her LIKE WTF?! expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if all of us did pass up the last time or not when all of us said we didn't receive our books back.Then she looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;VeKenn are you sure you got passup the books to me the last time or did you lost them blahblahblahblah!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I proceeded to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WHY ALWAYS MY FAULT WAN.JUST BECAUSE I SCREWED UP ONCE (OR TWICE OR THRICE OR QUADRAPLICE) DOESN'T MEAN WHENEVER THERE IS TROUBLE IT'S SURELY MY FAULT!WHY DO YOU JUDGE ME LIKE THIS?&lt;/blockquote&gt;She apologized and told me she was sorry she hurt my feelings and that she will never judge me like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the last bell rang and i went home.And when i reached home,i searched for my old bag,and tossed the whole group's Maths1 into the trash bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is:Ooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY GUYS!I DIDN'T MEAN TO FORGET ABOUT THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...the moral of this story is that changing bags every two weeks will cause you to forget things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S THE BAG'S FAULT.NOT MY FAULT.DON'T FREAKIN' JUDGE ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz.Joking.I'm sorry.Sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5689223773800283523?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5689223773800283523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5689223773800283523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5689223773800283523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5689223773800283523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-soo-irresponsible.html' title='I am soo irresponsible!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-3942758016481496025</id><published>2007-07-19T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T03:18:49.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solo-s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random updates'/><title type='text'>Nenlin's a lazy beeetch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AS TITLE.&lt;br /&gt;Nenlin,this is all for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenlin....where do i start.She is gorgeous!She has long&lt;s&gt;(and normally mosquito bitten)&lt;/s&gt; legs,a nicely shaped upper bod&lt;s&gt;(although the chest could use a little more shaping&lt;/s&gt;),brains and killer &lt;s&gt;reddish when touched &lt;/s&gt; skin to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know,she is MY bestfriend!She is sooo nice!She is like,someone who i can really talk to and expect a really intelectual response!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JUST SO YOU KNOW,SHE IS ALSO BLOODY LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opened a new blog together ( @ intensitykills.blogspot.com ) and she was supposed to update the skin cause i'm farking laz-she really rocks at getting great simple and sophisticated skins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait,did i just almost contradict myself and prove she's so lazy to do the job i'm too lazy to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!I'm just a bad friend for bitching about her behind her back!Sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz.Just joking.Anyway....drama is everywhere.But the ultimate question i need an answer to now IS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;CAN A RELATIONSHIP SURVIVE WITHOUT SEX??!!(I mean lust).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need an opinion i can rely on.Nenlin made alot of sense(she always does when im there to correct her) BUT i need another good opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-3942758016481496025?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-2291731993619436792</id><published>2007-07-17T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:07:12.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Kinda of a revamp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay,i've got 2 minutes to write a complete post!(Almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added in a new hit counter which is soo much better,so hit me baby one more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also as requested by forgotten who,i've also added a new section where you can find the nice posts by labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i label them their normally good or better,just don't go for the shit labels like random update and blah,normally more boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,and songs are removed,cause some unoriginal bitches are plagarizin' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the last few post!!Quite okay what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-2291731993619436792?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/2291731993619436792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=2291731993619436792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2291731993619436792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2291731993619436792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/kinda-of-revamp.html' title='Kinda of a revamp!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-6582645311759692121</id><published>2007-07-15T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:18:03.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endorphins Overdose'/><title type='text'>The Best Damn Weekend EVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This weekend was the bomb.It's super-contrastic to my super sucky battles against the evil bottles(which i won at the end *smiles smugly*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ANYWAY.Lemme &lt;s&gt;boast&lt;/s&gt; share my happiness with you all,my dear blogders!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna go to MidValley to go watch Transformers with William.Yes i am THAT backdated.On the way there at the bus stop i met SooTing,LeeYue,Soap and WenQi.I decided to tag along with them till Will got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoLlxVhfCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7WnRWrKZ8BA/s1600-h/DSC03594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoLlxVhfCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7WnRWrKZ8BA/s400/DSC03594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087391472595074082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes,i know my hair sarks.Stop reminding me.I don't have to prove anything to you people,hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,they decided to go RedBox,so i follow loh.After alot of persuasion Soap finally gave in and went in.AND BOY DID SHE HAVE FUN.She couldn't let go of the mic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved singing with Soap the most cause shes the only one there who listens to english songs.SooTing and LeeYue are like soo chinese-ish in music taste and WenQi didn't even touch the mic -____- Although we tried to make her sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even i couldn't make her sing.Sob.I must be losing my touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.Just joking lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoMpxVhfDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4shcfW-pMHY/s1600-h/DSC04209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoMpxVhfDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4shcfW-pMHY/s400/DSC04209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087392640826178610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are pretty.Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoMxBVhfEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/t2c_FUoUI18/s1600-h/DSC04212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoMxBVhfEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/t2c_FUoUI18/s400/DSC04212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087392765380230210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Soap.We rock at DUETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great.We really had fun.At 3:30pm Soap and Wenqi had to leave.Apparently the only tickets avalible was at 5:30pm and i can't stay that late for a movie so me and Will called it off,and he went with his other friend instead.I finally saw his "school look".ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i continued singing K with SooTing and LeeYue.LeeYue is a better singer that you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoN2RVhfFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EC5e5XVN77E/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoN2RVhfFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EC5e5XVN77E/s400/untitled2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087393955086171218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then this girl would pop in once in a while to sing and sound like a little girl :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,after that we were heading back and we met KaiNee and JayTim.So yea,i lead all of them back to school using the KTM and LRT.I was so "yeng".LOL.Surrounded by 4 pretty girls leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any straight guy/TB lesbie would be fucking jealous :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha *grins happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,total amount of cash spend today : RM39.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite worth it.KTV actually quite worth it.2:30~5:50 pm for only 16 bucks ea!Woah!MORE ECONOMIC THAN MOVIES LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...then when i went back,everything turned alright and i had my happy ending,winning my battle against the plastic bottles and for futhur making me happy,for more info,refer to my last 2 post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to the sound of 4 In The Morn,the cue for sms-es.Replied all my messages and went to brush my &lt;s&gt;tits&lt;/s&gt; teeth.Asked Ju out,she said she lazy.Asked Nlin out,but it was too late.She's already at interact.(Stupid interact...si beh annoying..not the first time it interrupted me from hanging out with friends!Ju Jo all interact wan leh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMFG i just realized my bestfriends are all interact committeessss..DAMN i shoulda've joint :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who cares about that short ugly jealous baboon attituded bastard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz.Anyway....just joking about interact being stupid.I wanna be an interactor alot,really.But too bad the interview is ages away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,i went to MV for dentist anyway.Then decided to call my godmum to go walk with me(i know,i so evil call her as a last resort,but she's not a last resort.There are other people to call.She's just like,fourth on my list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 2:30 she arrived and she brought me to Bangsar.The rich bitch place to be.The classy place.And omg,really lah.So NICE that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's si beh clean leh!SO CLEAN.Not like the other places around here *wonders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSLxVhfJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zMA49EZ7_oY/s1600-h/DSC04233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSLxVhfJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zMA49EZ7_oY/s400/DSC04233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087398722499869842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from BangarVillage crossover bridge.Even with my lousy pixel camera phone you can still tell it's clean and classy.AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,we had lunch at Madam Kwan across the street(and their streetshops there are SUPER CLASSY TOO!) cause we didn't wanna wait for seatings at Delicious(which is supposed to be really delicious lah..no shit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoScBVhfMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rCXBjAYinL4/s1600-h/DSC04237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoScBVhfMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rCXBjAYinL4/s400/DSC04237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087399001672744130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch.Spaggetti,NasiLemak,AsamLaksa and Mango Juice.It was so fresh i swear i could bite the seeds.Wait,are there seeds in mangoes?LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then anyway,after that we went shopping.LoL.So predictable kan?Anyway,we walked and walked and the shopping mall there was gorgeous and classy like a hotel.It even had the hotel smell.The ambience was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSUhVhfKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BG-KBZu7otM/s1600-h/DSC04235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSUhVhfKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BG-KBZu7otM/s400/DSC04235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087398872823725218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSAxVhfII/AAAAAAAAAO4/MBPWXLhqR60/s1600-h/DSC04234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSAxVhfII/AAAAAAAAAO4/MBPWXLhqR60/s400/DSC04234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087398533521308802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSYBVhfLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZaaaQHuVm7E/s1600-h/DSC04236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSYBVhfLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZaaaQHuVm7E/s400/DSC04236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087398932953267378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got this cute box and stuff from some gift shop for someone.And a new pair of slippers and a belt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSkRVhfNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/M9GcUTiLjkA/s1600-h/DSC04250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSkRVhfNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/M9GcUTiLjkA/s400/DSC04250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087399143406664914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a PINK belt at that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoTKhVhfTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/60iFKw0eUoo/s1600-h/DSC04263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoTKhVhfTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/60iFKw0eUoo/s400/DSC04263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087399800536661298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roxy like reject store slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belt really stands out..so much that people will look at me and wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoS1xVhfQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qGHa_i-VUb0/s1600-h/DSC04242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoS1xVhfQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qGHa_i-VUb0/s400/DSC04242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087399444054375682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is that pink thing coming out from between my legs..?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO LONG AND THICK WAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSuRVhfPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/klfcgYEM9cc/s1600-h/DSC04262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoSuRVhfPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/klfcgYEM9cc/s400/DSC04262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087399315205356786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hot new puma belt loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that,it was around 6 and we were both tired so she dropped me home.I was so tired and i blogged that previous post therefore i stayed back and didn't for my twice a week family dinners.(And today also i didn't go,just to blog...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.and play RO&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoR3hVhfGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MXZC1AkU8W0/s1600-h/DSC04232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoR3hVhfGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MXZC1AkU8W0/s400/DSC04232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087398374607518818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....and THAT was how i looked on Saturday.After that calorific meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morn,hoping that my dad would still be alseep so i can ponteng swim trainin'.But dang,it was 8:45 and he came to woke me up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenn...it's late..already 8:45..you're going to be late for swimming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he knew.Tsktsktsktsk.BLeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming i went for tuition..and after that..it was time for me and Suet to go ROCK MV! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no,i wasn't meaning literally taking rocks to throw at MV.Okay,fine,not funny but whatever laaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Living Cabin to get stuff.Things there really are a bargain.So yea,she bought stuff for her dear,and i bought stuff for someone.The total cost of the load both of us bought was sixty smackeroos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to book the room for KTV since Mun and her cousins couldn't come.We booked for 2:30.So we went to get more stuff,like the pink googles for my sis.Another 40 out the window.And sweets for our sweets,another 8 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to KTV and sang our hearts out.The food there was great.Me and Suet had real fun.We kept screamin' at some parts and we really got loose to the extend of dancing and jumping and i banged my head on the roof.Don't laugh.Cause &lt;s&gt;the roof is short&lt;/s&gt; I'M TALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoTRBVhfUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kyqyzw10SGc/s1600-h/DSC04256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoTRBVhfUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kyqyzw10SGc/s400/DSC04256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087399912205811010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rpo0MhVhfcI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZLpPG2CyDaQ/s1600-h/DSC04260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rpo0MhVhfcI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZLpPG2CyDaQ/s400/DSC04260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087436118780116418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rpo0AxVhfaI/AAAAAAAAARI/eOAeMJqFmCw/s1600-h/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rpo0AxVhfaI/AAAAAAAAARI/eOAeMJqFmCw/s400/DSC02586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087435916916653474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear we sang Lydia at least 4 times and screamed for over a hundred.Hyper insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...what does SuetPing,the QueenOfVanity plus VeKenn,LordOhVanity add up to...?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoyWRVhfZI/AAAAAAAAARA/RXMS0XRufXs/s1600-h/DSC02625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoyWRVhfZI/AAAAAAAAARA/RXMS0XRufXs/s400/DSC02625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087434087260585362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoyQBVhfYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rdOf9wC3KC0/s1600-h/DSC02623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoyQBVhfYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rdOf9wC3KC0/s400/DSC02623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087433979886402946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoyKRVhfXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zM_TZFnCHiw/s1600-h/DSC02621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoyKRVhfXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zM_TZFnCHiw/s400/DSC02621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087433881102155122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOADS OF CAMWHORE PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.Not really that much la.We only took three.I swear.The bill for the both of us came up to....58 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money seems to be flyin' alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we my dad came and picked us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stuff i bought for someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoTHBVhfSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/q8WyUzUsG8I/s1600-h/DSC04261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoTHBVhfSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/q8WyUzUsG8I/s400/DSC04261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087399740407119138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yea..i almost forgotten!How i looked...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoS-RVhfRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5CMhK8P2bbs/s1600-h/DSC04251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoS-RVhfRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5CMhK8P2bbs/s400/DSC04251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087399590083263762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.That's all for now.I had a fantastic weekend and i hope you had one too!Hugs!It's time for bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the total bill came up to....A WHOPPING RM330+++!!AND WE'RE ONLY STUDENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap...there goes 6 weeks allowance down the drain.But for the best weekend in i daresay three years,it was worth every penny spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:........WHAT.I SWEAR WE ONLY TOOK THREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-6582645311759692121?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/6582645311759692121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=6582645311759692121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/6582645311759692121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/6582645311759692121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/best-damn-weekend-ever.html' title='The Best Damn Weekend EVER.'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpoLlxVhfCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7WnRWrKZ8BA/s72-c/DSC03594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5417784940596926404</id><published>2007-07-14T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:42:09.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endorphins Overdose'/><title type='text'>I've got my happy ending..for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyway,continued from the last post,i printed out my blog and gave it to my dad as advised by my counsellor and yea,it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my house is freed from all the evil plastic bottles!(AND containers!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm happy.But i haven't looked my mom in the eye yet.I'm still gonna show her a blackface till she apologizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT.STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW ME.I'm a spoiled brat,chui ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i quoted in my last post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is so full of dead ends. When you meet them, you are faced with dissapointment, telling you to turn back and find another way through, cause if you don't you'll be stuck at that dead end forever. So we move on, like the little pawns of life we are. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's not like we have a choice anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would like to add to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life IS full of dead ends,filling us with dissapointment.But that's not a reason to not smile.My life is filled with em'.If i were to cry over every single time some bitch thing happened i would be depressed all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i try,not to let the small things affect me and the bigger things hurt me.Sure,there's a limit to how much i can take.But i let it all out like a over pressurized bottle.And it felt soo good.And i'm happier all the time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living proof this method works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the pessimist in me kinda rises.When everything goes well i always expect a bomb to drop and ruin everything.And it always happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what,i'm gonna live everyday like i love life.What's the point of livin' if life sarks right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i had a fantastic Friday with SooTing LeeYue Soap and gang.And i had a great Saturday with my KaiMa.Tomorrow i'm gon go ENJOY AND BE HAPPY WITH SUETPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.I won't secretly pray that tomorrow won't be sucky or boring.Cause it won't be.It will rock and i will have the best weekend ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WILL UPDATED MY GREAT WEEKEND TOMORROW.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5417784940596926404?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5417784940596926404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5417784940596926404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5417784940596926404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5417784940596926404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-got-my-happy-endingfor-now.html' title='I&apos;ve got my happy ending..for now.'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8275881363638310864</id><published>2007-07-12T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:18:03.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Best Friend&apos;s wedding all over again..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>Fucking Bottles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FUCK THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had this problem with paranoia.I really get green whenever i see someone else can afford to smoke and not care about the damage it does to you,drink and drive and not be afraid you'll crash and die and more AND ALSO DRINKING FROM PLASTIC BOTTLES,the type that has been lying around for MONTHS,maybe YEARS EVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the someone i am referring to is my mom.And my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it fucking amazing i have not jump to my demise growing up in such a household.Fine,I've over exaggerated but you get the point.I live in a happy household.I have many and uncountable materialistic joys and when i say materialistic,i don't mean artificial/superficial.I am loved.Super-loved.More loved than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to rid my house of all the stupid overused cancer causing plastic bottles ever since i found out the hurt it can cause my family.And i did.Only to be diu 7-ed by my dad later and he told me to mind my own business.I gave him my reasons(WITH SOLID PROOF TO BOOT) and he just in a way told me to fuck off(not literally).I guess future health problems and cancer is just not reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE.My family is not my business and apparently i should sleep well in my air-conditioned room while they corrupt their health themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know that i can't live knowing this detail.I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;  to do something.And i did.Everyday i took 4 bottles of water to school and threw them away,and bought new ones to replace them.(Why the fuck do you think i'm downing 100-plus like i'm on some rehydrating marathon?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.After a while i kind of forgotten about it(getting caught in my superficial happiness and all that crap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today,the Star's headlines!(I saw it from my tuition teacher's newpaper..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpYqnRVhfBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uPL9nELhxQs/s1600-h/the+star.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RpYqnRVhfBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uPL9nELhxQs/s400/the+star.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086299683318496274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;URL : http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/7/12/nation/18284064&amp;sec=nation&amp;amp;focus=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take a picture of the actual paper cause my dad comes back really late and he has today's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And around this moment my mom came inside the computer room and starting bitching at me about how i use the computer non-stop and how i don't study.THIS PROVES HOW MUCH SHE KNOWS ME.JUST CAUSE YOU DON'T SEE ME STUDY OR DO REVISION WITH MY OWN PMR PASS YEAR QUESTIONS DON'T MEAN I DON'T STUDY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AT THIS MOMENT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE YOU,MOM,HUGS*!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got paranoid and i tried to rid the house of all the evil plastic bottles once again.And &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i was done bathing,i came out to find the evil bottles i tossed away are sitting at the water area(i dunno how to call it and im in no fucking chibai mood to think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my maid scolded me saying my mom say don't throw and told me it's not my problem or something close to that.FINE.I took the bottles and my maid shouted.Then my sister shouted and that little pest went knocking on my mom's door.My mom came out and i confronted her about it and she scolded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really angry and hurt.I couldn't help it.I burst out loud : "I JUST DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN,I WAS TOLD IT WAS NOT MY PROBLEM.AND I QUOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;IT'S OUR LIVES.NOT YOURS.WE DIE OUR PROBLEM.WE GO OUT DRINK BEER SMOKE AND CRASH CAR ALSO DIE.WE DON'T NEED YOU TO CARE.(99% like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurt so much i wanted to die then and there.This coming from my own mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it that every household has it's dirty laundry,BUT I JUST DON'T WANT YOU GUYS TO DIE,MOM,DAD.IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my poor,ignorant,and dumb sister...i've already went through like...a few years of my life poisoning myself.My sister has been doing it since she was so young.I can't let her be raised like this.I CAN'T LET HER HAVE SUCH HEALTH PROBLEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years from now, i might be the son whose parents are stricken with kidney failure,or lung cancer,or whatever mothafucking dreadful life threathening disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years from now, i might be the son whose parents lives are gone due to the diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years from now,i might be the brother who is watching his baby sisters struggle with health problems because of her almost-entire lifetime of drinking from plastic water habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT LIVE THIS WAY.I CANNOT BE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody stubborn people.Why you all gotta be this way.I'm only doing this cause i love you guys.So maybe i'm overreacting.So maybe i'm paranoid.So maybe i'm crazy or insane or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fine,i'm delusional and i'm talking bullshit and i'm desperate for attention.But can't you just comply and let your son sleep well without bearing this guilt upon his chest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS.I REALLY DO.You don't know how i feel like alot.Just cause i look the other way,doesn't mean it don't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an outsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stubborn?I'm your son.(Where the hell do you think i got my stubborness from,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KakSini&lt;/span&gt;(the maid?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So predictably,at this point i'm crying.But you won't see the tears i cry.What do you guys know anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit:view next post!I WON! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8275881363638310864?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' 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meantime..read the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really emotional one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8506253511355981185?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8506253511355981185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=8506253511355981185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8506253511355981185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8506253511355981185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='UpdatE'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-2831710890912016688</id><published>2007-07-04T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:37:34.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>Sometimes People Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..scratch that,people leave all the time and sometimes you get so tired of that same old routine you can't even be bothered to stop them.And then it gets to a point where you get too tired and you don't even bother to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of starting if it's gonna end anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,we walkaway,thinking if it's overrated,asking if it's plastic or more(silicon?),wondering whats real while the chances pass us by,and when we do realize the real deal it's just too little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bloody sad kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is so full of dead ends. When you meet them, you are faced with dissapointment, telling you to turn back and find another way through, cause if you don't you'll be stuck at that dead end forever. So we move on, like the little pawns of life we are. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's not like we have a choice anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeap,it's so bloody sad.Dead ends are everywhere,soo everywhere that you assume everything is a dead end even when it's not.That's so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound cryptic and no it's not what you're thinking(it's not even about you,Joe.Don't get started!).But there's a point to all this meaningless drible because it's not meaningless,sadly to say i meant every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gives you lemons,who makes lemonade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when people walk away,we count the steps that they take(like Avril),&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when people turn away,we look the other way,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when people run away,we count our blessings and cry (what's left of) our hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really runs after them,or does something about it.All we can really do is watch as they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hardcore emo today.Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i'm always sluggish nowadays.Anyway some people will shove this piece of bull up your face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't cry cause it's over ; smile because it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck,how cliche can you EVEN GET LAH KAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather nothing happen instead.You know how you get close and happy with someone,and everything falls apart a while after you turn your friendship up a notch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lose your supposed other half and a good friend.Friendship is never enough is it?Neither is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see you try to make a relationship work with no money and no phone and no internet access halfway across the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,i know,then how you'll even meet,how you even start blahblah,I KNOW.But you're only giving me that shit cause you're avoiding my question anyway,and that way you've contradicted yourself and answered me altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for your info,fine we had limited money and phones and internet access,but it was still all the way across the country(a farcry from halfway across the world but heck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we wanted was to not care and get soo technical cause that'll ruin everything and just enjoy the ride,but someone we both felt this incoming deadline we both have no control off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like living off a timebomb infused house..we both was 100% totally aware it was coming.And at one point all it seemed like was that we were getting ourselves buttered up for that big, beautiful letdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's all downhill from here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:No i didn't just went through something.I just felt kinda emo and wanted to post some random shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s:oh fuck caucasians are hawtdamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-2831710890912016688?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/2831710890912016688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=2831710890912016688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2831710890912016688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2831710890912016688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-people-leave.html' title='Sometimes People Leave'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-4797187755608587356</id><published>2007-06-17T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T06:50:21.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy :D</title><content type='html'>got something i wanted soo badly..see ya' soon,i'm keeping it to myself :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-4797187755608587356?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-4990707909664008813</id><published>2007-06-13T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:29:12.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random updates'/><title type='text'>Maths was a bloody miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As title.And yes,i kicked ass.Maths was like,the subject i expected to fail,but i surprisingly did everything perfectly,except for 1 or 2 or 3.Even those that require a protractor or whatever thing(the thing used to draw circles wan,fuck i am blonde nowadays) i didn't even had any idea what to do,but i simply did it and i was like,oh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,like that only ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,bloody streamyx can bloody jump off the bloody clift into bloody hell!!Soo bloody lag.Fucking bloody lousy connection.If i bloody had a bloody chainsaw i would bloody go to bloody streamyx's bloody office and bloody go &lt;s&gt;axe&lt;/s&gt;chainsaw murderer on bloody everyone in there/everyone bloody affliated with it!BLOODY HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!*Maniacal laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody hope KahMing bloody gets good results for bloody history. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BLOODY GUYS BLOODY GET IT OR NOT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell...i'm bloody getting more and more bimbiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bloody is the new hot.(PROCLAIMED BY ME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Kenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-4990707909664008813?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-1446306554716497462</id><published>2007-06-10T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:18:04.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>Posers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know..some people tell me i pose too much.Right..it's not a crime lah.Stop "advising" me to stop posing.No one's holding a gun to your head to look at my pics lah damnit.HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooh,friendster now allows 100 pics.I am going to post loads of poserish natural looking pictures of myself and occasional add in some people who dont pose so they'll look uglier than me so i can look more lengchai.OOhhh i'm going to fill up each and everyone of em',and also fill my private photos section =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs sarcastically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering,DUH i am joking.But you know,i sounded soo blonde.Soo     superficial(undoubtly i am to a certain extent)..yet sooo meaningful.OMG,SOOO &lt;a href="xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;XIAXUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,i was joking.Don't go flame me again lah,i'm too weak to face em'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,i know,i am a poser.I admit that lah,duh.And so what...Have you ever thought that maybe i just coincidentally look good in all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;candid&lt;/span&gt; shots? LoL. I can't believe i said that.Anyway,yala i pose alot.My problem,if you view it that way..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,why you guys keep telling me i'm vain lah,i know,and actually i am the self-proclaimed Vanity King?Right,but sometimes you guys use vain to tell me off,like i act like i am very "don't-care-about-how-i-look".Like i am very not vain(can't think of the word)..If i am then fine lah,call me vain lah and tell me not to be soo two-faced acting as if i am not.But i admit i am vain,so it really pisses me off when someone tries to use that way to turn me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like telling Britney she's crazy!She knows already!(Oh wait she doesn't!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like telling XiaXue she's mean.I mean,she admits it what!Tell her for what lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,better be a poser than someone who has no idea how to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmxAH6foFjI/AAAAAAAAANo/dLyyRw1jgEQ/s1600-h/cd0ithot5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmxAH6foFjI/AAAAAAAAANo/dLyyRw1jgEQ/s400/cd0ithot5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074501384844875314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LingDan!You soo sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wonder...does badminton turn him on?He's HARD leh!!!xDxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO SHARP WANN!!OOOOOHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kenn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-1446306554716497462?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/1446306554716497462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=1446306554716497462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1446306554716497462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1446306554716497462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/06/posers.html' title='Posers'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmxAH6foFjI/AAAAAAAAANo/dLyyRw1jgEQ/s72-c/cd0ithot5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-2156932118333033765</id><published>2007-06-05T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T05:17:45.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena Tagged By Naomi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naomi tagged me.So here i am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things Found In My School Bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pencil case&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;file&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;5 Things Found In My Wallet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fake IC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photocopied original IC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tropicana Membership Card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LanDiuHai friendship Ruler..  :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;5 Favourite Things Inside My Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My books :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My clothes :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Bed :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Hi-Fi :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My DvDplayer/TV :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;5 Things I'm currently Into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wreckers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DearDiaring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Embracing the inner nerd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;5 People I'll Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NenLin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KeXin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SueAnn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-2156932118333033765?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-3669376605810680684</id><published>2007-06-02T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:18:04.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random updates'/><title type='text'>Dear Diaries..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo everyone!Finally back from my hiatus,and i fear that old readers are ALL GONE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will,TerCheng,Edson etc etc PLEASE COME BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.This will be my most personal and private(if not dumb enough to cause my own undoing[what,i damn long didn't blog liaw k!]) post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you will see will be very OMFG-ish.It's exclusive screen shots from my one and only:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJI0YhVV0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3iwgaUt60Ak/s1600-h/DSC03914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJI0YhVV0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3iwgaUt60Ak/s400/DSC03914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071696195145258818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..some sneak peaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJI6ohVV1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/iUUVwr13eBs/s1600-h/deardiary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJI6ohVV1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/iUUVwr13eBs/s400/deardiary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071696302519441234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJJUYhVV6I/AAAAAAAAANA/WbXDJ8vviEo/s1600-h/deardiarybrokenheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJJUYhVV6I/AAAAAAAAANA/WbXDJ8vviEo/s400/deardiarybrokenheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071696744901072802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJJDohVV3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/IC4yn6QDFaY/s1600-h/deardiary2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJJDohVV3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/IC4yn6QDFaY/s400/deardiary2+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071696457138263922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJJKIhVV4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Hu96DiTH3ls/s1600-h/deardiary2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJJKIhVV4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Hu96DiTH3ls/s400/deardiary2+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071696568807413634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJJAIhVV2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/w0BH_KheZe4/s1600-h/deardiary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJJAIhVV2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/w0BH_KheZe4/s400/deardiary2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071696397008721762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJJP4hVV5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/rE4Syq7YRKY/s1600-h/deardiary2+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJJP4hVV5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/rE4Syq7YRKY/s400/deardiary2+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071696667591661458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,damn gay and dumb right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,life's a bitch nowadays.And no,this time i don't mean me,i mean life.But i'm doing great you know,i mean,the best i can in this situation.And that's all that matters right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being sad and emo and depressed and letting everything hold me down.Why should i,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure,it kinda attracts sympathy.But i don't need any of your pissy sympathy.I don't need it.I can stand up by myself thank you,and no i am not a girl,i'm just slightly overdramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some bitch cut me and my friend's Q when q-in' for tickets at ONE-U.I told her to line up,and you know what she did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE PRETEND SHE DIDN'T HEAR ME.WAHLAU.MY VOICE SO LOUD MY MOUTH SO BIG I TALK LIDAT U ALSO CANNOT HEAR?ISSIT YOUR FRIZZLY LALA MAGGIE HAIR SOO THICK THAT COVER UR PROBABLY ELF EARS LIAW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i also went to watch Pirates3 with my classmates.It was the biggest overrated overhyped thing.It was damn stressful watching it,my neck was craning.Damnit!But john was great.His acting is superb.And the eye candy was nice lah,and there were some memorable moments.BUT IT DIDNT MAKE SENSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait,maybe i shouldave watched Pirates 1 and 2 before i watch 3.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i'm losing my touch.Haih..maybe after a few post i will regain it guar!MAYBE!I HOPE SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wrote tons of new songs,i'll share one with ya all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;SONG REMOVED YOU PLAGARIZIN' BEETCHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;__________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also,please check out:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;http://www.winterrowd.com/maze/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's damn fun wan!Seriously!Go check it out and try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're done and wanna say thanks(in the form of damn you-s) please say thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/25881818"&gt;BENEDICT LIM.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i'm done here,and PS,the person in the diary is not LY,for that matter.Stop asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-3669376605810680684?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/3669376605810680684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=3669376605810680684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3669376605810680684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3669376605810680684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-diaries.html' title='Dear Diaries..'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RmJI0YhVV0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3iwgaUt60Ak/s72-c/DSC03914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-3907972206512791226</id><published>2007-05-26T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:40:51.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>WOOT!I'M BACK :D And Red House's HOT TO GO :D</title><content type='html'>*I will not use vulgarities*&lt;br /&gt;*I will not flame*&lt;br /&gt;*I will not get overdramatic OR controversial*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know what?Everywhere i go i hear people saying how much red house sarks.GOD,you know what?I've heard this a million times and now i kinda think we do suck too - NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohooo,you say we suck,you say we lousy,i cry,i cut myself,i die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ungu won,yay,we cheer,we smile,we act really courteous,even if we didn't mean it,at least we showed some decency and respect(what do i know about respect?that's besides the point D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Weilun(Hijau) once again won every single running event,surprise surprise!If there's anyone out there who could outrun a car,it would be him.He went to claim prize,we clap,we smile,we show happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT if we act like we're happy for other people when we're actually not happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POINT IS,we did.And i think it's soo much better than those who say how much we suck in front of us and try to hold us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in class,suddenly Khoo asked teacher if she was the red house teacher,the teacher said yes,and WAIT FOR THIS - ZUO MUO HONG ZU JIANG CHAN DE (why does red house suck so much).Those were his exact words.And his tone of voice i tell you,sounded like he just came out from retard land.Then there was shouting,and Loo had to control the class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even heard someone saying Red House is "BEYOND MEDIOCRE".Well,at least we won the pembarisan and khemah,three years in a row.Every year a random house will get 1st place lah,some more than the others.But which other house has held on to Best Camp 3 YEARS IN A ROW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,in what way are we mediocre?If anything,we're just special,extra ordinary.We may suck at sports,but at least we have the spirits,underneath it all.At least we're having an archievement too!An archievement that i don't think any other house has ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me,how many houses has held on to Best Camp three years in a ROW?Can you say the same if i asked which house has stood 1st place during Hari Sukan before?How many has held on for 2 years?Maybe even three?HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people,like Terrence Chong(the prefect from blue) tried to pull our spirits down by telling us how much we suck and everything,SHOUTING OUT LOUD at our seniors and the Marchers during latihan(I think it was Wednesday,the Sports Day week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk!You guys got 4th place!MUCH BETTER THAN US I SEE :D *grins sarcastically* Nt insulting you guys in anyway,cause i think Terrence's karma is to blame :) What goes around comes around,HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red house,whatever happened to YiChin,MJ and all?WE NEED YOU ALL!(The rest of us fat stubby people CANNOT RUN).Saringan,all i see is THREE L2-s there.So dissapointed leh :(Congrads to Purple and Green and Yellow and Blue(in order)!*sincere curtsy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED HOUSE ROCKS :D WE CAN DO IT :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; don't get me started on curse of the golden boobies..really.Julien or KarShie woulda've been a better queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,that post is effin' outdated,i know,i wrote it a long time ago and i was soo desperate to post it that i posted it at friendster instead!Dang!But now my mom is not that paranoid anymore!YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm BACK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,blogging is fun.It really is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got loads to blog about,but it's till here for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-3907972206512791226?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/3907972206512791226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=3907972206512791226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3907972206512791226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3907972206512791226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/05/wootim-back-d-and-red-houses-hot-to-go.html' title='WOOT!I&apos;M BACK :D And Red House&apos;s HOT TO GO :D'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8958469286024756750</id><published>2007-05-05T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:43:11.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><title type='text'>To two smartasses :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="overflow: hidden; table-layout: fixed;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="" id="r71" onclick="t('71')" bgcolor="#fafafa"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Passing By&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, you're sad! you actually tell yourself you're smart, just lazy? stop trying to make yourself feel better, it's pathetic, fucking retards always blame it on laziness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;small&gt;05 May 07 15:43&lt;br /&gt;60.51.54.77&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To passer by:&lt;br /&gt;Why is making myself feel better pathetic?Because you're a dumbass sadist who just came outta some loony bin?So the next fucking time you cut yourself or bleed or something DON'T GO TO THE HOSPITAL OR ANYTHING!Just LEAVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cover the wound,just take the pain,cause wound healing is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were more assholes like you around the earth,doctors and dentist and probably counsellors would die of starvation due to the lack of business.And i have never said i am smart.I just said i am not dumb.And anyone can get into the better classes with hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe your definition of retard and mine is different.Anyway,tell me who's the retard:&lt;br /&gt;the one who makes himself feel better,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or the one or stays around mopping in a corner to be sad/leaves cuts untreated to turn to infections so they can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.And sad.Who's the retard NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,what did i blame for laziness?I just said that i am lazy,which is why i didn't make it to A class.But i never wanted to go to A class in the first place.If anything were to be said about my laziness,i would thank it for saving me from entering A class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying i'm not dumb/bimbotic.If i was,how would i blog like this?Ask my mother ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try SM,i think you might like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="overflow: hidden; table-layout: fixed;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="" id="r72" onclick="t('72')"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;A smarter passing by dude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly no one is born dumb.Everyone is born equal with the same brain and the same everything.wht makes you different from others is the amount of effort one put in which is hardwork.so i guess we..&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;small&gt;05 May 07 17:39&lt;br /&gt;60.49.116.22&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="overflow: hidden; table-layout: fixed;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="r73" onclick="t('73')" bgcolor="#fafafa"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;A smarter passing by dude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all know for good who is the f'ing retard who tinks the other way round.Have a nice day passing by dude. (:&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;small&gt;05 May 07 17:40&lt;br /&gt;60.49.116.22&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone is born EQUAL?Where did THAT come from?Cinderella?So how do you explain some real retarded people,or handicapped people,etc etc?Some are even born that way.So what did they do to deserve to be borned like that?Did they kick they're mummy's womb too much when they were still inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING IS FAIR IN THIS WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way,thanks,you contradicted your pal Passer By's point for me,thanks,i guess you are slightly smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also,i already said i am lazy.Therefore i did not get into the better classes.All you're doing is agree with me,dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,we are all pretty sure we know who the REAL retard is,bitch.Your whole TWO posts are irrelevant and all they do is contradict your friend's post,like i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if everyone WAS born equal,there would be no retards,you eff-ing retard.THERE!YOU HAVE JUST CONTRADICTED YOURSELF AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course you're trying to say everyone's retarded.Which i might like to tell you,no,we are not.Unless maybe you came from Retard Land and all you're life all you've known are retards.Then i cannot blame you,after all,musn't pull myself down to argue with retardity,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you both just contradict each other into oblivion,cause stupidity isn't a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's sports day everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will update later,waiting for the pictures to come *laughs maniacally*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s:i have nothing against A class students or anything lah,really.One man's meat is another's poison,and it's poison to me.OOH!!I may not like A class,but some certainly do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8958469286024756750?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8958469286024756750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-7129587637241276215</id><published>2007-05-04T02:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:18:05.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HateMail is FUN :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;!HATE MAIL IS FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjr7gV5QjtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2Ue8Dp5i4E4/s1600-h/hatemailbluerkzzai2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjr7gV5QjtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2Ue8Dp5i4E4/s400/hatemailbluerkzzai2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060633664355864274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HI THERE.FIRST I WOULD BLOODY LIKE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH A BROKEN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CAPSLOCK&lt;/span&gt; KEY.BUT LUCKILY FOR YOU,NOT EVERYONE IS DROWNING IN THEIR OWN OVERDOSE OF STUPIDITY AND RETARDED-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NESS&lt;/span&gt;.IT TAKES JUST A BUTTON TO NOT SOUND LIKE A FUCKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DUMBASS&lt;/span&gt;-HOLE.AND I GUESS THAT STRESSES YOUR BRAIN TOO MUCH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAR&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my amazing keyboard miraculously fixes itself and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caplocks&lt;/span&gt; key is undone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;.But honestly,i do enjoy receiving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hatemail&lt;/span&gt;!It is amusingly entertaining!And it gives me something to blog about.And to prove that,i will be countering every single word,sentence by sentence in that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hatemail&lt;/span&gt;,lose my sanity and make you laugh all at the same &lt;s&gt;time&lt;/s&gt; post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt; -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Uvendran&lt;/span&gt; had a pimple there ages ago,but non of you guys probably saw it cause his black skin camouflaged it.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MUZ&lt;/span&gt; U BE SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FACIST&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Facist&lt;/span&gt;?Sorry,i am obsessed with my face,i am vain,screw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;JIBAI&lt;/span&gt; U U NOE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sorry i don't get what you mean,but i don't have one,unless you wanna share yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U LIKE IT IF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PPL&lt;/span&gt; CALL U WHITE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I don't mind.People call me banana :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE R NT DEAF U NOE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;WHOSE THE ONE TYPING IN LOUD TONED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;CAPSLOCK&lt;/span&gt; MODE?!And i think you mean blind right?I did not say you guys are blind and you guys can;t see the pimple.God what does this have to do with you anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U R &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;VRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;LANCI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;U R &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;VRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LANYENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE 1 DAY WHAT U DO 2 OTHER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;PPL&lt;/span&gt; WILL DO 2 U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Don't you mean karma?Maybe someday someone will scold me and call me yellow...sob :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SECRET BURNER-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly,fucking learn proper English before e-malling me!And fix that fucked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;capslock&lt;/span&gt; key or brain of yours.&lt;br /&gt;And you mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Racist&lt;/span&gt;,don't you?&lt;br /&gt;I am not being racist.If i don't call him black,what do i call him?WHITE?Don't ask me to call him dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjsAEV5QjuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xZsT2dayNw4/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjsAEV5QjuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xZsT2dayNw4/s400/a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060638680877666018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Warren is dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjsAIl5QjvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ttvfLgzQKxM/s1600-h/a1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjsAIl5QjvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ttvfLgzQKxM/s400/a1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060638753892110066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aaron is dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjsAL15QjwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JvB9qEZe6a4/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjsAL15QjwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JvB9qEZe6a4/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060638809726684930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ChangMeng&lt;/span&gt; is dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjsARl5QjxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7TrEm4KipSw/s1600-h/uven.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjsARl5QjxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7TrEm4KipSw/s400/uven.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060638908510932754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;UVENDRAN&lt;/span&gt; IS BLACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON BROWN.(Or pink for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not being racist in that post.I am stating the fact.He is black,i call him black.How is that racist?&lt;br /&gt;What is your definition of racist?&lt;br /&gt;I did not insult them based on their skin colour or race.And you saying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; insulting them is just YOUR opinion.That is YOUR mindset.So in your amoebic sized brain you think that calling people black is being racist and insulting.Indirectly saying,you think being black is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically,in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;louya&lt;/span&gt; attempt to seem race-neutral,you have done the exact opposite &amp; tried being racist to me,as well as show your true side of being a closet racist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;!WHO'S THE RACIST NOW,ASSHOLE?And what's with that lame -SECRET BURNER- name?Are you a closet nipple burner?Another SM addict?DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please,don't go writing another one to me about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; discriminating against SM-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ites&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be really lame,but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD I CHANGE MY MIND,SEND ME ONE :D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for the emails people :)&lt;br /&gt;You lifted my spirits up to a new high without porn or any exposure in anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;kenn&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s:contrary to popular belief,i am not a BANANA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-7129587637241276215?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/7129587637241276215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=7129587637241276215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7129587637241276215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7129587637241276215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/05/hatemail-is-fun-d_04.html' title='HateMail is FUN :D'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjr7gV5QjtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2Ue8Dp5i4E4/s72-c/hatemailbluerkzzai2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-7422168541328272689</id><published>2007-05-03T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:40:51.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>With great intelligence,comes great stupidity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did i spell intelligence correctly?Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i fucking hate?People who judge me based on my class.Yes i am from 3b3,a B class.I am not a secound banana compared to all you other people at A class,we are just alot less pressured and relaxed and we do not walk around with a pineapple clogged up our asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if i want to,i would get into A class anytime.This is not me being cocky.I've learnt over the years that as long as i put my heart into something(and vomit blood repeatedly) i would definitely archieve what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FUCKING NOT A BIMBO.I AM NOT DUMB.I am not stupid.I am just lazy.Which is why i sleep through all the classes which i don't think will do me any good in the future,K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like Joshua Chee Bye Yang thinks i'm a dumb bimbotic person.FUCK YOU LAH!YOU THINK YOU VERY SMART AR?YOU THINK PEOPLE LIKE YOU SOO MUCH IZZIT?IS YOUR BRAIN SO SOCIALLY RETARDED FROM THAT OVERDOSE OF STUDYING AND PREFECT DUTY?OR ISSIT BECAUSE YOU HANG OUT WITH YOUR GODMOM CHEAM SO MUCH IZZIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have news for you,no one likes you(literally from where i am standing),so fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,people ask me what stream i am aiming for.I say arts stream.They all nod at me "knowingly".It's like they're thinking that that's where I BELONG WEH!OH GOD DAMNIT LAH!I decided to go to business stream instead.And some people give me a wide eyed look(-&gt;0.0),like very saying "YOU CAN MEH?" lidat.FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of all you dumbasses(okay to be fair smartasses) going to Science stream and end up regretting taking the wrong stream after suffering greatly kay!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the people who keep convincing me SCIENCE STREAM IS THE BEST!GOD LAH.WHAT USE IS SCIENCE STREAM TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;I can't be a doctor or dentist,i'm squeamish and easily disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;And being a scientist bores me to no end D:&lt;br /&gt;They tell me getting in science stream would widen my career options.SO?It's not like i NEED those options!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be one of those people who go for science stream when they're interest is in arts,and end up suffering and wasting two years away studying something that i hate,and end up having a job that i'll hate for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart people..to impress their parents,they also choose to go science stream.And by the time they realize it's all too late,the only thing they can do is jump ship halfway to another stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great intelligence,comes great stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i write this,i am moodless.I am outta inspiration.Soo sorry if this bores you and if it agitated you,yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-7422168541328272689?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/7422168541328272689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=7422168541328272689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7422168541328272689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7422168541328272689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/05/with-great-intelligencecomes-great.html' title='With great intelligence,comes great stupidity.'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5896341015326380969</id><published>2007-05-03T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:37:34.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>i had so much to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was very welted up today.I don't know what i should do.I felt really emo,and i wanted to tear Ci Bai Yan into a million pieces before laughing sadistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt as though it was eating me up from inside.I even wrote a song about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't pass loves move on and get the fuck outta my life?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know lar.i feel very disoriented now.i actually wrote 5 post before this,now all in drafts.i feel betrayed by my own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,i am here to bitch my heart out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday me and Sherren are gonna sleepover.Yes i know that sounds wrong.But only cause you are,cause we're sleeping over in school.For red house larh.Yadayadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT?I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.YADAYADAYADA.DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5896341015326380969?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5896341015326380969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5896341015326380969' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Another Kenny Rogers moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sherren called me at the last minute to help out with the Red House stuff like the camps and marching stuff for Sports Day.I agreed to come without hesitation cause Sherren made it sound like alot of people would be going(and maybe can ponteng on Thursday abit to help out too xD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when all i saw was 4 form3 Red Housers there i was like "OMFG I'VE BEEN HAD!SHOULDN'T HAVE COME!!"(and maybe because also SuePing told me that form 3s were not allowed to ponteng,only form 5s,but that's besides the point!).But soon i realized i'm glad i didn't go back,cause we actually had fun making hearts and lung like arteries.And woah,it was rather entertaining seeing Rab and JieEn getting freaked out by rather controversial topics,and yea everyone's entitled to their own opinion,yea,but they can't talk if they don't know the whole thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went for Kenny Rogers again.Yes,again.Nowadays people don't look at me and go "OOHH THERE'S THAT ICY GRAPE FAT GUY!" anymore.Nowadays they go "OOHHHH IT'S THAT CHICKEN GUY WITH MASHED POTATOES AND MACARONI AND CHEESE!MMMM!MACARONI AND CHEESE!!".God.That sounded so fat.And i sounded so anorexic.God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i'll let the pictures do the talking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before we went to wham some chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh7c15QjeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/THrA0th3XzA/s1600-h/DSC03625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh7c15QjeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/THrA0th3XzA/s400/DSC03625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059929916784545250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ShErReN aNd KenN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh7hl5QjfI/AAAAAAAAAII/kJmUqRMx3LY/s1600-h/DSC03626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh7hl5QjfI/AAAAAAAAAII/kJmUqRMx3LY/s400/DSC03626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059929998388923890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jie En's hair looks damn leng like this wey.I want my hair to fly like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At Kenny Rogers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh8L15QjlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-zDVG82zO2c/s1600-h/DSC03642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh8L15QjlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-zDVG82zO2c/s400/DSC03642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059930724238397010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hungry hungry Jie En.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How To Eat A Chicken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh8C15QjkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sA78KySlTqY/s1600-h/DSC03640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh8C15QjkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sA78KySlTqY/s400/DSC03640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059930569619574338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bite(YUM!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh77F5QjjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DWYK9ROXaZs/s1600-h/DSC03638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh77F5QjjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DWYK9ROXaZs/s400/DSC03638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059930436475588146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chew(MM!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh71F5QjiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PXwyJ2WPPUw/s1600-h/DSC03636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh71F5QjiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PXwyJ2WPPUw/s400/DSC03636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059930333396373026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lick(EWW!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Ken/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Ken/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Ken/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjiE215QjpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4SSOKfNt9VM/s1600-h/DSC03632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjiE215QjpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4SSOKfNt9VM/s400/DSC03632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059940259065794194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bleh this is how i eat a muffin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where are your table MANNERS LAH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh7wV5QjhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kVxzoz5pPJw/s1600-h/DSC03634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh7wV5QjhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kVxzoz5pPJw/s400/DSC03634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059930251791994386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Screw it.Who am i kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh8pV5QjnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5tLk1s4zjl4/s1600-h/DSC03641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh8pV5QjnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5tLk1s4zjl4/s400/DSC03641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059931231044537970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rab is hungry too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh9nl5QjoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wiiU4WFabDQ/s1600-h/rab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh9nl5QjoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wiiU4WFabDQ/s400/rab.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059932300491394690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow she reminds me of Uvendran.Hmm?Must be that little red dot.&lt;br /&gt;Once again,i am not being racist.Uvendran had a pimple there ages ago,but non of you guys probably saw it cause his black skin camouflaged it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway,that's all for now.And yes,it was really funny when halfway throught the meal i suddenly remembered i didn't wash my hands.harHarHar!(laughing sarcastically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5935184002027028913?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5935184002027028913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5935184002027028913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5935184002027028913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5935184002027028913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-kenny-rogers-moment.html' title='Another Kenny Rogers moment.'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rjh7c15QjeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/THrA0th3XzA/s72-c/DSC03625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-2324814875494293303</id><published>2007-05-01T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:49:07.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>randomx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What can i say?What can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way we avoid each other nowadays.I wish there was something that i could do.I had a thousand choices,and i had choose this.But you had a million choices,and you would'ave chose this anyway.So what am i to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i just some guy you placed beside you,to take somebody's place?Cause i know that every time i turn around,you think of somebody else's face.But i held on,cause somehow this felt so right,although it was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always thought,you know that there was some significances to the words I love you.But now it seems really really meaningless.You can say it with a face of sincerity and be as true as when you wanked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do i open myself up again?Some doors closed, may never reopen.Tell me,how do i open my heart,when love just seems like an invitation for more pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-2324814875494293303?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/2324814875494293303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=2324814875494293303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2324814875494293303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2324814875494293303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/05/randomx.html' title='randomx'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-1950175013449769303</id><published>2007-05-01T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T03:48:02.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random updates'/><title type='text'>Inspiration runs dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moodless to blog.Have no idea why.Maybe PMS is infectious.I have no idea.And yea,my inspiration's running dry and i have no idea why.Maybe i can rhyme so gimme some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-1950175013449769303?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-3788749081347164654</id><published>2007-04-29T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:18:08.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><title type='text'>Fanmail!And how Streamyx FUCKING SUCKS.(and fanmail! YAY!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without further ado,i present:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Ri9Jy15QjTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AZPAReIha5k/s1600-h/fanmailnicoleyap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Ri9Jy15QjTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AZPAReIha5k/s400/fanmailnicoleyap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057342044369882418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooohhh Nicole Yap you have SOOO MADE MY DAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Khoo and Sue are soo back together again.If Khoo somehow screws it up,i will kick him B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loads of more pics to come,of today's big walk,find out how i was looking for a toilet and end up taking a crap at DBKL's headquarters,find out how i turning-kicked Khoo and landed mud in his mouth,find out how heavy Kexin really is,and the weird weird people we find walking(and the bums who fucking cheated their way through!) and loads loads loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But only when i get home,cause i'm at horus surfer SS2 right now and yes it soo rocks! great PC,no lag,aiyo everything is great lah and right now it's RM1 PER HOUR!Who wants to go CC with me on Tues and Wed? B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Streamyx soo sucks cock in hell.Fucking sonofabitch-es!!All it takes is ONE FUCKING thunderstorm to RUIN TWO BORING WEEKS OF INTERNET CONNECTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If i ran the country,i would fucking flog the streamyx people,and everyone associated with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRgBF5QjZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nvdOmWexMOw/s1600-h/streamyx_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRgBF5QjZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nvdOmWexMOw/s400/streamyx_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058773853322382738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRgBF5QjZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nvdOmWexMOw/s1600-h/streamyx_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRgBF5QjZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nvdOmWexMOw/s400/streamyx_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058773853322382738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRgBF5QjZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nvdOmWexMOw/s1600-h/streamyx_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRgBF5QjZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nvdOmWexMOw/s400/streamyx_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058773853322382738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KNNCCBHAMKACHANJIBAIFUCK-s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They fucking suck lah.The only reason they aren't bankrupt yet is due to the fact that there are many dumb malaysians(no offense) who don't know how to check their  bandwidth.And i am one of them.But i know how to check connection speed lah,so i guess it's kinda the same thing.To realize how sucky streamyx is you gotta experience it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRfh15QjXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tBPCagY_fDc/s1600-h/streamyx2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRfh15QjXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tBPCagY_fDc/s400/streamyx2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058773316451470706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm fucking shocked,alright.Their service FUCKING SUCKS LAH KAY.AND I AM USING THE EXPENSIVE EXPENSIVE OVER RM100++ PER MONTH WAN LEHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjReOV5QjWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w6Io5Cnsxj4/s1600-h/streamyx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjReOV5QjWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w6Io5Cnsxj4/s400/streamyx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058771881932393826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How much bullshit must we endure from these bitches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And oh,don't take my word for it.Take the other 23.7 million suckers' words!(Okay to be fair,not everyone has internet access(or a clean toilet to crap in for that matter D: ,but that's besides the poing) ,so it'll be around 10 million users?(after deducting all the people smart enough to use other broadbands like Webbit and etc who didn't end up like us suckers(unless their broadband sucks too,if that's the case they're suckers too)and the small amount of people who would stuff their stupid modem up their arse,phone lines and all and remove em' later to prove it's still working just to say that streamyx rocks(these are the type of people you would want to stuff a durian up their ass-es but of course you end up whacking them on their heads cause they're stupidity is soo infectious it's making you impatient) ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In fact they suck so much i think they deserve an award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjReC15QjVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UcOKTETTdVs/s1600-h/streamyass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjReC15QjVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UcOKTETTdVs/s400/streamyass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058771684363898194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TADAH!Hurray for the sonofabitch-es! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRdcV5QjUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pArqAvQZ-_I/s1600-h/246407421_c46936c9e4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRdcV5QjUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pArqAvQZ-_I/s400/246407421_c46936c9e4_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058771022938934594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another one of streamyx cheap attempts to earn cash when they dumbly advertise the easier alt+f4 way to close down porn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besides,porn is like sex education.You can't live without it.Ohwkay so find,i just contradicted myself.But i know that if my dad were to find some porn filter he would find something else like Norton Anti-virus cause he hates streamyx soo much too (streamyx sucks at his office too,one hour of rain and bye bye to 2 weeks of broadband).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is how you check your ping/connection speed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1)Click run,and type ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;space&gt;&lt;website server="" whateva=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRkxV5QjcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6xh8-ARb2VM/s1600-h/ping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRkxV5QjcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6xh8-ARb2VM/s400/ping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058779080297582018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;space style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;website server="" blah=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can actually ping other servers/blah too.But hinet.net is the general one most gamers ping to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Check your ping.(the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TIME &lt;/span&gt;section)&lt;/website&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRkh15QjbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k0xmsRE1O70/s1600-h/ping2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRkh15QjbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k0xmsRE1O70/s400/ping2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058778814009609650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A smooth connection would be below 199ms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;300 below would be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;any higher and it's laggish.And streamyx has amazingly presented me with 3k ping before!FUCK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway,the connection here is around 622ms,but at home when streamyx is around,it goes to can't connect at all to 2k ping to 1k ping and all.No good pings.Pifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway,really tired,last game of DotA then i'm going home!Amazingly how i only intended to &lt;s&gt;showoff&lt;/s&gt; fanmail but i end up flaming the streamyx sonofabitch-es with such amazingly woah-ed language!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm definitely getting better at this!(i mean blogging!!!not flaming!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-kennn -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/website&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRlp15QjdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/A7X3YJeEzhc/s1600-h/streamyxlj9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RjRlp15QjdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/A7X3YJeEzhc/s400/streamyxlj9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058780050960190930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wooohooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;space&gt;&lt;website server="" whateva=""&gt;&lt;space&gt;&lt;website server="" blah=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;space&gt;&lt;server or="" whatever=""&gt;&lt;/server&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/website&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/website&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-3788749081347164654?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/3788749081347164654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=3788749081347164654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3788749081347164654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3788749081347164654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/fanmailand-how-streamyx-fucking_29.html' title='Fanmail!And how Streamyx FUCKING SUCKS.(and fanmail! YAY!)'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Ri9Jy15QjTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AZPAReIha5k/s72-c/fanmailnicoleyap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-2095378656846257466</id><published>2007-04-27T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:46:41.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Call'/><title type='text'>Hah!</title><content type='html'>Went to Kenny Rogers with Kexin,CherMing and YeeHsiong today.The food was good.The chicken was cooked properly,and not just fried with bread crumbs.JUICY LUCIOUS BBQ SAUCE!The mashed potatoes and gravy was ohh-soo-nice,so warm and soft,like home made wann..unlike KFC's who seems like they threw the mashed potatoes into the blender,skins and all,and blended it to the mashy state it is(not that i don't enjoy it lah).The muffins are ohhh soo soft and the crunchy surface..YUM!And it MELTS IN MY MOUTH!DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KX brought 2 muffins back for a certain someone :P But only outta guilt :( Lol. And did i mention she ate Vanilla Muffin with Chillified BBQ SAUCE?!OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we saw Warren and his girl,Hanisan,as well as a girl Kx told me was well,i won't say but what i'll say is that she could totally lose some weight!Hahaha!*But who am i to judge?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on and still avoid this topic.So i'll stop here and get to what i really wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,to the POINT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a much better person.Cause although i always thought of myself as a good person at heart,somethings that happen that feels soo right,also kinda feels wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my pals,thanks for telling me i'm a nice person,i really appreciate this but i'm probably only nice to you cause i know you.To anyone else i may be this big fat bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,i know.A whole lot of you have been telling me if i'm evil in anyway you don't mind cause you don't notice it.(Maybe you're too evil to notice it too?).Some even tell me imma paranoid overobsessed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like i said,even if it doesn't matter to you,or the rest of the whole,if it matters to me,it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow i feel that if i died today,my tombstone would read :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here lies Kenn,the fudgly lard ass bastard,who died a horrible painful death after drowning in his own sea of vanity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna change that.Not cause of what others think or feel,but cause i feel wrong myself.&lt;br /&gt;The goodnews is,i think,i still have abit of conscience left in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,gotta go now,see ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,this emoness will eat me up someday.&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-2095378656846257466?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/2095378656846257466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=2095378656846257466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2095378656846257466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/2095378656846257466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/hah.html' title='Hah!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8438332235941943640</id><published>2007-04-24T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:18:09.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Best Friend&apos;s wedding all over again..'/><title type='text'>The Banana Thing - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before you judge what i'm saying,please read the entire post,and don't stop halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="width: 262px; height: 214px;" class="blogbody snap_preview" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I read Kenn's post, I've heard Joanna's opinion and also I've seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;khoo&lt;/span&gt; agreeing with Briana. The three person who I care most about, all of them, to me, don't think I did the right thing on flaming Briana. I dare not say I did. But I know they don't support me 100%. They think I've done it, I'm wrong. And so is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;briana&lt;/span&gt;, but the point is, I'm wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There must be a reason for them saying it. I know, I'm wrong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I flamed her. She's wrong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she flamed me. I know, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quoted from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/allmine_blogII"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SueAnn's&lt;/span&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt;.Tuesday,April 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sue:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I don't know what you think i said,or what i said.But i know that i blame you for anything.Honestly,if i were you,i would do the same thing(and worst even,have you seen RONNIE D:?)(But he did much worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;,but that's still besides the point!).But that doesn't make it right.The most moral saint thing to do is to forgive&amp;forget and not put this in your heart,and not fight back.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But who am i to lecture you like a saint right?The righteous thing to do or revenge?If i were you,i would choose the latter too.And Briana would have been flamed worst,if i were you.But it wasn't me,and that's the point.I can see it's not the right thing to do.But it's not the wrong thing to do either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Defending yourself and Flaming another,is very similar.And both are divided by a very,very,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thin line.But there is still a line.And i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;,that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SueAnn&lt;/span&gt; has not crossed the line from the former to the latter.But what she did do,was defend and protect herself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;VIGOROUSLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what Briana did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;had clearly cross the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although what she flamed,i won't describe as vigorous,it's not exactly insignificant either.And it's not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was flamed,but it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt; who flamed.   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deep down,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SueAnn&lt;/span&gt; feels that Briana owes her.And i do too.I mean,she turned her back on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KahEe&lt;/span&gt; and bitches Co to stand by Briana's side as a loyal friend.And all the little things that doesn't matter stockpile.And this,just pushed her off the edge.But this is not the reason that Sue's really angry and emotional about.It's about everything else.But it's just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; complicated that she has no idea how to spell it out.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And therefore,when Briana says sorry for the incident,Sue feels doesn't even cover the tip of it.And frankly saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;,i feel so too.And Briana's apologies just seems like attempts to gain sympathy and make it seem like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SueAnn's&lt;/span&gt; the bad guy and she's the victim.Cause that's what i feel too.And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wether&lt;/span&gt; it's true or not,or if it worked,that's all up to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to judge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like when Briana's blog states:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Ri4uOcuCf4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mZFTUhbqyLY/s1600-h/briblog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Ri4uOcuCf4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mZFTUhbqyLY/s400/briblog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057030257345986434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the title.Soap opera-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; story?Briana,honestly i felt that if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;SueAnn's&lt;/span&gt; blog is soap opera-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;,yours and your side of the story is like..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the end of the world by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flooding it with tears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gosh!Honestly could you have been any more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;overdramatic&lt;/span&gt;?You talk as if Sue went to your house and brutally murdered your whole family by smacking them with an oily&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;charsiew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;before using that oily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;charsiew&lt;/span&gt; as gas to burn down your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;entire apartment building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And you're trying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; hard to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Ri4xrMuCf5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/s1_3-ZLq_Lo/s1600-h/bri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Ri4xrMuCf5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/s1_3-ZLq_Lo/s400/bri.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057034049802108818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.Like you said yourself.Sue Ann was such a good friend to you all this while,and she never did anything against you until now.Instead of saying "Why would she hurt me this way?"&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in her shoes.Who hurt who first?She is not the murderer,Briana,she is the victim.And that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;KahEe&lt;/span&gt; thing.She brought that up NOT to say that you read it.She was on YOUR side saying you DIDN'T read it,remember?But that's also besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point was she was on YOUR side.In spite of her friends(all six of em') she stood up for you.And you know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ee&lt;/span&gt; can do,even when she's not in hyper bitch mode.And she didn't say anything,but you can't deny you owe her for that,even if it was her choice.For you would have been slapped multiple times by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ee&lt;/span&gt; if it wasn't for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;SueAnn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,from where Sue's standing,you're trying to make her seem like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;badguy&lt;/span&gt; and make yourself the innocent helpless victim when it's the opposite of it.And that's what i see too =(&lt;br /&gt;And also because Sue isn't in b3,with Jo and all,and with you and Jo getting closer,Sue's bound to feel left out.Like she just lost her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; to someone else(who she dislikes right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if that was you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course,i maybe biased or something..and what drove me to wrote this post?&lt;br /&gt;After reading &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/daneggtelur.blogspot.com"&gt;Briana&lt;/a&gt;'s blog completely a little earlier and everything else i found it unfair to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;SueAnn&lt;/span&gt;,who has in one way,lost her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To Joanna: I know you didn't mean to do this or make her feel this way,but what else do you feel when your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; chooses to stand with her arch-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nemesis&lt;/span&gt;?It's not wrong to be human..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Everyone's&lt;/span&gt; kinda taking sides(indirectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/allmine_blogII"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;SueAnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; feels alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,I don't know why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pissed.Maybe it's cause i try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; hard to keep my biased and more adversely controversial opinions to myself.But today Jo told me to stay out and don't create trouble.I felt pissed.I was trying to be neutral and i did until now,trying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; hard not to take sides since both sides are close friends although injustice clearly tips the scale(all the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;SueAnn&lt;/span&gt;) due to some manipulative work.And this is what you tell me,and i found your tone of voice rather insulting,i dunno,maybe it's just me,and it normally wouldn't matter to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it matters to me,even if the whole fucking world doesn't give a damn,it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i was forced to take a side,given a ultimatum,i would run over to Briana,give her a tight hug,tell her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry and run to the other side,and hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;SueAnn's&lt;/span&gt; hand and stand by her,without hesitation,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charsiew&lt;/span&gt; in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Briana,but you know how i can't keep these things in myself,if you really known any part of me for all these years we've known each other.But note this:This doesn't make you any less of a good friend to me.Cause you still are the same to me.But i feel,you don't have to agree with me,that you have made mistakes and crossed the line.You are still my good friend,Dan Dan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?Everyone makes mistakes.Everyone crosses lines(trust me i should know).I won't judge you cause of this.I know you better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you asked me who's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;backstabbet&lt;/span&gt; in this case,i would have to say Briana.But honestly,there isn't much backstabbing done here :) Just mostly some mistakes that intentions weren't to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;backstab&lt;/span&gt;,but it stank of treachery anyway.And that stank was fueled by teenage hormones(and i suspect,a rather early assault of PMS).But for the record,if i had to choose a victim,it would be SueAnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will take my oily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;charsiew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and fight with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;May the force be with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;kenn&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;p/s:those wondering what happened,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; post the entire storyline from my view what happened,soon,next time.Cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO FUCKING TIRED NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: Sorry for being so blunt and frank.I know,who am i to lecture like some righteous moral saint freak right?BUT PLEASE NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; blog,where i will flaunt my freedom of speech.Sorry :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p/p/p/s:IN YOUR FACE!HAH XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8438332235941943640?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8438332235941943640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8438332235941943640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/banana-thing-part-2.html' title='The Banana Thing - Part 2'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Ri4uOcuCf4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mZFTUhbqyLY/s72-c/briblog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8179860260909727621</id><published>2007-04-23T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:53:28.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Best Friend&apos;s wedding all over again..'/><title type='text'>The Banana Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why i am neutral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't exactly pick a side.But i think i know both of you guys well enough to judge right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;To Briana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Why am i not against you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i felt that you didn't expect her to read it and you didn't meant to hurt her..would you tell it in her face to make her cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;i doubt so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but which friend would you rather have if you were sue ann and the situation was reversed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you prefer a close friend who hides behind your back and bitches to all your other friends and acts like nothing happened in front of you or would you rather have a friend who tells it to your face so you can change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I chose the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And ultimately,no one is totally wrong,but no one is right completely either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both of you guys are teenagers lah,these things happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone makes mistakes in life,and frankly this isn't really a big one loh.But teenage hormones tend to make things much more dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(which i secretly like,wah,free show see wor,who don't like?Better than hongkong soap opera-s!Like the OC without the sex and money!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway,nothing last forever.Sounds really harsh and cold right?But i find it true.Someone who was once very important to me told me that our hearts are like airport.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People come people go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I can't completely close my hearts to everybody to prevent the pain of loss(cause life would really suck then).The only thing that i could do,i learnt,is to harded my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which is why you might see me differently than my old days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No more hyperactive super noisy and  amazingly socialiable kenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now it's kenn who can bitch his heart out and shout &lt;b&gt;really,really&lt;/b&gt; loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to SueAnn: sometimes your complaining can be a pain in the ass.But i don't tell you that cause i don't feel it's really a big pain lah.Cause honestly lah,i think it takes one to know one :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.And although SueAnn's not completely right in this,she is still a victim.But Briana is not the murderer either.Both are victims,and the one who should take the blame are their damned hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI!BOTH OF YOU HAVING PMS AH?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO FAST THAT TIME OF THE MONTH MEH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say get it together,kiss and make up!You guys may not be like before anymore,cause everything changes.And it hurts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW.And if you know how emotional i can get,you know this hurts me alot too.I mean how everything changes.Tears still form when i think of the old days and how if coulda' been or it shoulda' been.But do you see me sobbing for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can firmly tell you the answer is NO.Not anymore,anyway.It's something that you have to comprehend.It's a lesson we must all learn in life.That nothing last forever.What can we do?I cried over that issue already.Cause although letting go is not my forte,moving on is the only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?I cried?So what?And to the other people out there who are probably gossiping your fudgly asses off about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go ahead and talk lah!I heck care you ar??Get a LIFE lah!Is your life THAT boring that the most interesting thing about you is the fact that you're talking about me? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yes,i'll take that as flattery.And i also got over the oooh-they're-talking-about-me thing.If i bothered everytime some lifeless asshole's talking bad about me,i woulda've commited suicide by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I will not change myself just for YOU PEOPLE unless you would change yourself for ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-kenn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/banana-thing.html' title='The Banana Thing'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-6594960023246174773</id><published>2007-04-21T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:54:41.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>It takes a backstabbet</title><content type='html'>No,i did not accidentally spell backstabber as backstabbet(pronounced bak-sta-bird).And no,the spelling errer was intentional.And the errer was not.&lt;br /&gt;Ifyou had not noticed it,you are by far dumber than me :D&lt;br /&gt;hah!joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with SueAnn the other day.She asked me about the banana thing.And more about that later.Chatting with her made me realise that everything that happened to me made me who i am today,including the backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the backstabbets,i've realised the true people around me.No matter how good friends i can become with a backstabbet(example Ronnie,friends of 3 years,right from the start of my secondary life) or how close,or how brotherly we become,it won't work out.Cause a backstabbet is a backstabber,fullstop.In the end,even when everything was alright,the backstabbets work their magic and the friendship turns to mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the true people.Only if we bond with them we can nurture TRUE,PURE and REAL friendships.People like this,even if i have only known for a short period of time,and we might hate each other before or whatever,such people will hold no grudge(unlike the backstabbets who would hold the grudge to hell the way they would fuck themselves if they had their own pussies :D).Example:Hsiong,Voon,HueiMien and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Hsiong and HueiMien,we've never really liked each other.In fact,before we actually became friends and got to truly know each other,we've always hated each other(and i can tell you,even their hate is pure and true).But then i realise that i've been barking up the wrong bitches all this time!When true friends were dancing and shouting and monkey-ing(literally) in my face,i turned away and walked to where the bitches were shagging their own pussies.And i turned the true people against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow,i have a conscience.(Not only mother teresa haveee one lahhh,ok?)&lt;br /&gt;And deep down i knew who was being the real asshole.So i tried soo hard to fix things with the true people.And now i have a few true friends :D&lt;br /&gt;True friends don't sugarcoat anything unless necessary..they don't bullshit to me,and they don't let little things come in the way of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;And we might not like each other ALL THE TIME(that would be fucking stressful,have you seen Hsiong in his KahEe mode? 0.0),but it's actually a good thing,cause it's true.They don't act and lie and pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True people arrr...are soo true that everything about them is true.I bet even the shit they shit is TRUE AND PURE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Hsiong may not have a good personality.But he has the purest heart,and that shines through his personality of lanci-ness and lanyeng-ness alot.He's lanyeng and lanci-ness are what we love and hate about him soo dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to RONNIE,who acts soo cool and calm,but when some random seniors comes,he's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chun doi&lt;/strong&gt; suks&lt;/em&gt; until become the size of the cheam's Mole(which is abnormally big for a mole,but unnaturally small for testicles,but i guess with Ronnie,it's highly possible right?I mean look at brain!).But although Hsiong maybe the most un-yeng-ness ever,when it comes to SueAnn,BOOOOM! Run far abit,or you might fall in his path of destruction,which is kinda yeng if you ignore the constant slurs of lanyeng vulgar language.Have you seen Ronnie fall in love?He goes "Eeeneyy,meeniii,miiineee,MOE!This girl will be my girlfriend toy loh!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he goes obsessed and keeps thinking non-stop about her hair,and starts smelling around for her and imagine him and her in very uncensored poses(somehow i think that's also how the mind of sexually deprived ugly &lt;em&gt;fat &lt;/em&gt;old man ticks).And when he realise that he can't get the girl(which is what happens everytime except ONE(aka SueLyann)),he goes off by giving some lame ass excuse(ie:CHEAP,SLUTTY,OUT OF LOVE),or maybe even goes off and say "I found out that turns out i didn't love her,i just love her hair cause it's smooth and silky and black."(KaiNee).You like that kinda hair soo much you go rebond your smelly cheebye hair lah!&lt;br /&gt;Then if every girl out there also rebond their dark black hair,or just dye their hair black you also fall in love lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME LAH!Can't get the girl(not surprised) just FACE IT LAH!Just like HOW YOU GOTTA FACE THE MIRROR FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!Luckily,if you take my advice and visit the magical world of plastic surgery)(and liposuction and monkey brain transplants) you can change the way you look and maybe improve your cockroach-ish IQ &amp; EQ.BUT FACE IT,NOTHING CAN SAVE YOUR PERSONALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he does get the girl,what he thinks he needs to do is to feed them a lollipop everyday,and then he can walk around with a girl in his arms(where the hands go i don't wanna know).And he doesn't like ugly looking girls and he makes fun of them.HAHAHAHAHA HAVE YOU LOOKED IN THE MIRROR?OR HAVE YOU BLINDED YOUR EYES WITH YOUR OWN SUPER RETARDITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when trouble comes he runs and hide like a rat.And suddenly he wants to be your bestfriend again.HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE OF PEOPLE LIKE RONNIE,THEY ARE BACKSTABBETS!&lt;br /&gt;Get some true people to be friends!You can identify them with your own intuition cause it takes one to know one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a backstabbet,to remind me who my real friends are,not to lose faith in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kennn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;p/s:streamyx is being her(i'm sure it's a girl) usual fucked up self again.so my internet connection is screwed and mostly i come online through cybercafe-s,like me right now,in the middle of the night when i have swim training bright and early tomorrow morning,hah,so anyway,won't be online as often.friendster suck eggs.and this banana thing is starting to heat up.ooooh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-6594960023246174773?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/6594960023246174773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=6594960023246174773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/6594960023246174773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/6594960023246174773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-takes-backstabbet.html' title='It takes a backstabbet'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-586831109504673049</id><published>2007-04-19T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:49:07.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>YoU baCkStAb Me,I bAcKsTaB yOu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;^^!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did i mention that i now live by a new motto?It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Backstab Me,I Backstab You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i think it's very poetic,and very much more satisfying than ignoring everything and forgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know,revenge is wrong.It's bad,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really bad&lt;/span&gt;.We shouldn't take matters into our own hands.Let karma do the biting for us.Ignoring and forgiving and forgetting is the best&amp;right thing to do.So i shouldn't take revenge right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;BULLSHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like i said before,how can something that feels so wrong be soo right?Okay,honestly,i've always try my best to forgive and forget.And now people are taking me for granted,like the idiot i am!I'm not dumb lah kay?I know what you do behind my back.I know you,just like you think you know how i'm gonna let you off the hook after you talking to me with all your sentimental friendship crap,as well as your lies and excuses,Ronnie.I GOT BRAIN WAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe the pass few times i just forgot about it,cause i trusted you.&lt;s&gt;Once&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Twice&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Thrice&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;b&lt;/s&gt; After being bitten multiple times,i've learn to distrust you(and everyone around me).And i was right to distrust you again,cause you're lying all over again,anything that comes out from your mouth is BULLSHIT(and anything that comes out from your ass is bitch shit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What made you think i'm letting you off the hook so easily?First,i'm gonna make you make amends,before ultimately giving you an ultimatum- get bashed or pay up. Besides,if you're not using your money to follow advice and get plastic boobies or fix your fuck face,what good is it?Fix your face and all of mankind will have one less dog-faced terror to worry about. And if you have any extra,give it to Uvendran to buy some chlorox,he could use some bleaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I meant on his tongue,not skin.(You people are fucking racist!Hah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway,you backstab me,i backstab you.Isn't that terrific?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fix things or i'll fix you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't fucking tell me how you only lied to fix our friendship or any sorta bullshit like that.You had every chance in the world - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you threw it into my face,ran behind and stabbed me in the back,over and over,again and again&lt;/span&gt;.Screw you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;KNNCCBHAMKACHANJIBAIFUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is that you say?Ooohhh,so now what?You can talk all the shit behind me with your so-called friends(most either black or fat or both)(again i'm not being racist!!don't think too far!) but i can't talk shit about you TO YOUR FACE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TELL ME,who's the bastard: The one who says it to your face,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or the one who runs behind your back and backstab you over and over,and then come and suck up to you and try to patch up the bond just cause you made your move and now he's scared? And by patch up i mean by lying and scheming.Of course,after patching things up&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he goes back to talking shit about me the next day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;KNNCCBHAMKACHANJIBAIFUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let karma run it's own course?Hahahahahahahahahahah!I think karma ran away,or it doesn't exist at all!I've been so naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karma was probably invented by some dumbass backstabbing bitches whose amobic sized brains together combined,created this word to escape any consequences that may befall them due to their actions!And they say they scared to get hit by a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!And that's where they got the word Karma from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These people are mediocre dumb people who walks around searching for their brain,cause they're head feels so hollow,when they suddenly realized that it's always been hollow,they lol suddenly and cry due to the stress of carrying soo much emotion at one time!And upon this,they collapse,right in the middle of the fucking road,and cause all the cars to screech,crash and cause a chain accident.Then,a fire lights and burns but all they can think of is to jump into the fire to put it out.They jump in,and due to the mega oil in their bodies,the mess explodes into a big,dramatic &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And then,they die,taking along with them many many innocent(and probably cute) lives with bright futures ahead,destroying our country's economy and ozone layer,causing the sun's ultraviolet rays to pierce through and start another fire,which kills more innocent people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The conclusion?This sorta people are a liability.They are their own,and everyone else's,worst enemy.They should be isolated from us all into an island somewhere far away(like on the moon)(on second thought holes don't exactly compliment the moon,so let's give em' Mars!),so they can wreck destruction and destroy and go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao-kia &lt;/span&gt;together there as ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY(away from us!) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The government should drug them,wait,knock em' out with some big heavy rusty metal stick(no sense wasting good chloroform),and throw them all into one of those ugly Protons(i mean the ugly ones like Wira and Saga) that no one likes(no offence), using a modern and super magnified slingshot,or a catapult(you know,like the ones in medieval times that the war-ing people use to throw big rocks wan?) and launch them into outta space!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So simple right?(Burning is not an option because stupidity combined with dumbass backstabbing bitchiness may be contagious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't technology wonderful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not completely cruel and heartless to the bitch people!I won't just leave them there with nothing!I'll leave them some toilet paper!And i'll let them take &lt;s&gt;some&lt;/s&gt;ALL the stupid ugly Protons with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only i ran the country..which i don't,but i can dream(and vent) right??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To HELL WITH FRIENDSHIP,TO HELL WITH TRUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kennn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;p/s:i was pissed,but now i feel soo much better!Ronnie you hamkachan with BoYaN!^^(and Eddy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s:Karma works too slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-586831109504673049?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/586831109504673049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=586831109504673049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/586831109504673049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/586831109504673049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-backstab-mei-backstab-you_19.html' title='YoU baCkStAb Me,I bAcKsTaB yOu!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5152696741357069728</id><published>2007-04-17T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:54:41.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>The Happy Post =D !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just realized that 99% of my blog is filled with overly emotional emo-cum-angry crap.With a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;reminder from YuLi,Steffi,and anyone else,i think i have to post happy things from now on!&lt;br /&gt;Cause,i quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;"you know what?i can have a baby with channing tatum, chad&lt;br /&gt;micheal murray AND lee hom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and all i have to do is browse your blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i'd feel like committing suicide ALL OVER AGAIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ooohh!&lt;br /&gt;so i better post something happy and funny before some sadistic angry poltergeist "accidently" snuffles me with  a pillow,for a good 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywayyy~I'll get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was  an owhkay day.We were sad to discover the lack of relief periods,it's one thing we can't die of an overdose from(except maybe  Anselm,but he's not exactly normal anyway xD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the really surprising thing was that....thatt...thattt....during moral relief.....we actually had  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;relief teachers!!(Apparently the teachers are all afraid of us,no? (: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And therefore,i have came to the conclusion that my class is a noisy class,and i'm proud to say that,we are also the loudest,and probably THE FIRST class that requires TWO TEACHERS to handle,in the history of CHS(and maybe arlot of other schools,perhaps? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud,truly!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore fellow 3b3-ians,give yourself a pat on the back,and give on to the person beside you(guys don't take opportunity pat the girls' bra yea 0.0),once,and twice!We have archived something that very few even dream of!3A2-the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most well disciplined &lt;/span&gt;class in form 3-EAT YOUR HEART OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although this is no easy task,i must admit that it wasn't all that surprising.We have proven our capabilities throughout countless occasions.When the teachers thought that we couldn't get any louder,we proved them wrong!Didn't we?!&lt;br /&gt;And with KeXin,our beloved PKT,YeeHsiong,the prat, and yours truly,issit even possible for our class to be quiet,you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH!We all have our moodswings(and shares of PMS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore,i have compiled some qualifications so you can prove and brag,that your class is truly,one of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know your class is noisy,if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your KT,instead of being all stiff and constipated-looking,joins in the fun,laughter&amp;water. And your PKT-er,let's just say she's the ambassador of noise :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your teacher claims to have heard you guys from the carpark outside your class,three floors down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And your relief periods aren't exactly a relief for the relief teachers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly,the regular teachers have relief periods soo often to avoid your class,and the relief teachers come to your class in pairs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i'm proud to say,we fit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single &lt;/span&gt;criteria!YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another happy thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some bitches are going to hell!YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it makes me happy,it's a happy thing!&lt;br /&gt;This post seems soo artificial it makes me sick,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAH,i'll post a real post later,after my bath which is after my swimming training which is after my dinner which is after my tuition which is after my lunch which is after my bath!hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5152696741357069728?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5152696741357069728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5152696741357069728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5152696741357069728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5152696741357069728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-post-d.html' title='The Happy Post =D !'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-6606356976080441377</id><published>2007-04-17T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:54:59.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>The Damn Right Thing..and the damn wrong thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Looks horrifiedly at tummy*&lt;br /&gt;*burps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i over-ate.Anyway,it was a sucky lunch,but somehow i managed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiap &lt;/span&gt;my way through EVERYTHING and more.Actually the food was owhkay,just that my mood sucked big time  D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years i always believed in my very own morality.As long as my intentions are right,it doesn't matter how wrong people think it is,cause god have eyes.And i stood and held my breast-like chest up high,championing for the things that i have believed in,ever since i have gone old enough to think.I think that'll be a good 13 years,i'll be 15 soon,and i'm sure i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; capable of near-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;intelligent thinking even when i am only 4,so that'll be around 11 years,owhkay to be fair 10 good years of believing in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly,most of the world don't see it my way :(&lt;br /&gt;And i get blamed all the time,and although i do it for right and good intentions,people see it the wrong way,and even when i done it,people don't realize that i've done something for them,cause there's no way i'll be that ego and go tell people "OI,I'VE DONE THIS FOR YOU,I DID THAT FOR YOU" just so they would thank me right?(although sometimes i damn wished i did,so they would at least appreciate me!GRR.)And cause of the recent turn of events..i have learnt a new belief,and it's supposed to be what i'm supposed to believe in,for the rest of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The wrong thing,done for the right reason,is still a wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't that sad?&lt;br /&gt;And since the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong thing done for the right reason is still a wrong thing&lt;/span&gt;,i am forced to conclude that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right thing done for the wrong reason is still the right thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony..that's what it is.It's not FAIR.Why does it gotta be this way?&lt;br /&gt;But because i am trying to stick to my new belief,so that maybe people won't judge me and i'll have less trouble,i have to do the damn right thing,even if it feels damn wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But someone please tell me,how can something soo wrong feel be soo right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't understand,but i really wanna.How can something that feels soo wrong to me is the damn right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;emoness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-6606356976080441377?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/6606356976080441377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=6606356976080441377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/6606356976080441377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/6606356976080441377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/damn-right-thingand-damn-wrong-thing.html' title='The Damn Right Thing..and the damn wrong thing.'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8112876883890096816</id><published>2007-04-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:49:07.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>emotional roller coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only description that my days can belong to is - roller coaster-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turned upside-down,inside-out,downside-up,outsite-in.And i have no idea what's left for me to do..and now i wanna rant about something that will shock everyone literally as this is one subject no one will ever hear me discuss - academic performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sucked since i left primary school.And not just me,pretty much almost everyone seems to go dumb when they enter secoundary,why?Not to say that there's no one maintaining that streak of good boommmm results lah,but that's besides the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of people,as i believe no one is truly useless in someway.Some people are smart,some people are artistic and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smart people tend to be dull nerds who study most of their youth to oblivion(CHS ALOT)(hah,no offence xD),or hot people who are also gifted with brains (Nenlin),or desperate wannabees who desperately wanna be more than just a nerd,to be like Nenlin,usually short and rather flat-chested,you'll feel hot air wherever they are unless they are singing(where the temperature will suddenly unexpectedly drop to a new low),annoying plagarizin' in an almost stalkerish way(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yawn*)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the creative &amp; artistic people are normally dumb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;lazy.But they have an immense talent in their very hands,able to put anything they see in their minds with pen to paper.They aren't exactly dumb,but they don't thrive well in the demanding academic stuff like maths and all that kinda crap like the smart people do.(The smart people may paint and do all the art things really well too but that's just art class,creativity doesn't stop there for the really creative people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the kinda people who are super-smart ,super-chunted , super-creative&amp;artistic , and probably super-hot too(with a super-high metabolism rate to boot!).I wish they would all jump off a cliff so the rest can have a fighting chance!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then lastly,they have the kinda people who are not exactly dumb,but not exactly smart.They kinda people who are creative,but with limited though above average imagination.These kinda people are the stupid mediocre people with a metabolism rate soo low they get a beer belly right after they drink some water.Besides struggling with their weight,they probably are shit ugly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang my head up high,to drop of to the floor,cause i truly am an overweight overobssessed ugly mediocre jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at both things,cause although i'm the jack-of-all-trades,i am the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lou sai&lt;/span&gt;(boss) of non.Hah...and now i suck so much i can't even be mediocre correctly.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sooOoOooOOo00ooo000OOO roller coaster-ish.And i know that soo was soOoOoO00Oooo lala-ish.But i couldn't help it.So to pass the time,i will lastly post up the most meaningful testi-s i've sent and received on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenn&amp;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul class="data"&gt;&lt;li class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/25656625"&gt;kennnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Posted 9/4/2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wrote this testi to tell you how much you mean to me.cause i might not say it at all,or wear my emotions on my face,you've been through with me thru the hells of controversial adversity i've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for that i love you,even if you don't understand what im saying (:&lt;br /&gt;muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn™&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to send you this testi really badly,but i know it means nothing.cause it really is just bullshit to tell myself this testi really is meant to be worn on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't not send it to you,and sammie.cause you both were the purest of friendships i'd ever had in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do.but i know we'll always be friends.&lt;br /&gt;just not that close.&lt;br /&gt;and knowing that just tears me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day me and nlin were talking about life and all,and friendships that never seem to last,though are still there and only shine through in the thickest times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i maybe dramatic now,but honestly i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;you know how emotional i can get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a class="sn_name" href="http://www.friendster.com/11230398"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; Posted &lt;span&gt;9/4/2007&lt;/span&gt;I was thinking the other day about all of my friends. People like you, Sam, Nlin, Annice, Whui etcetc just came to me. I thought about the times I've been through with you guys, all the stuff that we keep to ourselves, all the loyalty we have for each other. I miss those days where we'll have a shoulder to cry on whenever we're down; there just seems to be a border between everybody. Lies, unfaithfulness, secrets, backstabbing just makes it worst. Then I thought about form1. How you, Sam, Nlin and I used to be close. We were so naive, then came form2. We had this 'pondok crew' thing, remember? Sam &amp; I thought those other people were really bad influence so we decided not to join them. That's when we all slowly drifted apart. Sam transfered school, I had my bunch of class friends and we don't really talk nemore. Seriously I might be crapping here but this all comes from my heart =] Friends come and go, true; but it depends how we take the opportunity to treasure them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AmanDa- *loves*&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul class="data"&gt;&lt;li class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/25656625"&gt;kennnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Posted 10/4/2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you know...it's really sad to know our friendship could'ave been saved and it could have all turned out so differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the things that hurts the most is when i seek for you cause sam's not there and because of the things we've been through especially during our junior years only you &amp; sam woulda've understood.but then i can't find you or tell you anymore cause..the bond is just not there,not as strong as before,anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears cloud behind my eyes when i think of what could have been or shoulda been instead of the reality now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it coulda've all turned out so differently,like how maybe i coulda've not followed puppy hearts so blindly and just stayed with you and samsxm.maybe sam would still have gone away but at least maybe we could still be close,you know?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe sam is the only thing that keeps us together,you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can imagine mandie,sammie &amp;amp; kennie.&lt;br /&gt;i can imagine mandie &amp; sammie.&lt;br /&gt;i can imagine kennie &amp;amp; sammie.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't imagine mandie &amp; kennie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn&amp;amp;nlin&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="imgblock2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/25656625"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a class="sn_name" href="http://www.friendster.com/25656625"&gt;kennnnnnnnn...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted &lt;span&gt;8/4/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wrote this testi to tell you how much you mean to me.cause i might not say it at all,or wear my emotions on my face,you've been through with me thru the hells of controversial adversity i've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for that i love you,even if you don't understand what im saying (:&lt;br /&gt;muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn™&lt;br /&gt; ---&lt;br /&gt;and remember how we were talking about life and shit the other day when i was literally burning down the house at the cemetery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i put down the phone i realize that tears have actually been shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sucks to know that we might not last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a class="sn_name" href="http://www.friendster.com/11282606"&gt;nen lin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted &lt;span&gt;8/4/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you know, even if we might not last forever, even if we might not have the chance to grow up and tell people that, we have a bestfriend who has been with us since we were still little, I think I still will be glad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter at all. and you know what. I actually like talking to you alot. you've changed alot in many ways and I'm proud to say you've changed for the better. (: cause you know now, youre the only one, that I can really talk to at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I love you too. surprisingly, I understood every single word.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="imgblock2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/25656625"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a class="sn_name" href="http://www.friendster.com/25656625"&gt;kennnnnnnnn...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted &lt;span&gt;8/4/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you know,arlot of people don't understand my sentimently sensitivity crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you do,which is why i enjoy talking to you loads too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly to say,i don't think i would be glad.10 years from now,where you'd think we'd stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda funny how i always seem to have bestfriends who turn out to be the type of person who does nothing to hold on to the relationship,you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it'll be different this type,you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just think,nothing last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you be my nothing? :(&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="imgblock2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/11282606"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a class="sn_name" href="http://www.friendster.com/11282606"&gt;nen lin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted &lt;span&gt;8/4/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. maybe because then, I was really shitty. wondering 'bout what I'm gonna do with my life. and you made me feel better. well, you probably hear this a dozen times alrdy, but you DO make ppl feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kinda person who wont take any effort. at least, thats what I used to be. but now I do. I've learnt how to appreciate my closefriends cause theyre not that easy to get like how it used to in kindy and primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh. maybe we'll turn out to be friends forever. maybe we'll grow up and get to watch each other grow old! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe one of us will just die in a carcrash. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i'll always hope for the best. and I know you will.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="imgblock2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/11282606"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a class="sn_name" href="http://www.friendster.com/11282606"&gt;nen lin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted &lt;span&gt;8/4/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;being optimistic has really helped me alot tho. for awhile. then, it'll all come crashing down on me too. cause sooner or later you'll still have to face the truth no matter how much you try to think the positive way, no matter how much you try to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its even tiring that way. and at the end, I'll just feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;and thats why I agree with you so so so much. even if we've gone thru completely different things, there are little things here and there which we have in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be your nothing. but I wont say i do. gosh kenn. I feel like I'm getting married or something. I will work for our friendship. I will make us last forever and even beat those ppl who have had best friends since kindy. if we both turn out to be single our whole life, screw it. I want you next to my grave! &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="imgblock2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/25656625"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a class="sn_name" href="http://www.friendster.com/25656625"&gt;kennnnnnnnn...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted &lt;span&gt;8/4/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always hope for the best,i always have and i always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it works out the way i want it to,but god knows,and i know it usual bites me in the ass instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;optimistic thinking is soo overrated.&lt;br /&gt;people think that "OOHHH IM THINKING HAPPY,SO NOW IM GON GET WHAT I WANT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that they did was set themselves up higher for a bigger let down,a big,beautiful let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps i shound freaking emo right now,cause i am.how can i not be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone gets an amount of luck in their life.and i kinda think that i've used all of mine up.&lt;br /&gt;apparently you only get limited lucky chances that you'd get true friends.&lt;br /&gt;and some,slip away,cause i'm not dumb enough to hold on,tight.&lt;br /&gt;and some,laughs at me and threw it back in my face,before repeatingly stabbing me in the back,like Ronnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope that we WILL be nothing,since nothing last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Say you do! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,kenn&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;i hope yeeaun DOESNT FUCKING PLAGARIZE THIS.FUCK OFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway,loads more to come,but next time,i'm tired,both physically and emotionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder when will this ride end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8112876883890096816?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8112876883890096816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=8112876883890096816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8112876883890096816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8112876883890096816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/emotional-roller-coaster.html' title='emotional roller coaster'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-4101227875755622934</id><published>2007-04-13T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T05:10:59.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The bastard will pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For imma take karma into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With some help from beloved loyal friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s:the rhyme is not intentional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s:chin bo yan you fucking SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-4101227875755622934?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/4101227875755622934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=4101227875755622934' title='0 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type='html'>I know it's a crazy thing to say.Many of you people keep telling me how beautiful love is,how it's one thing we can't live without,how the pain and loss is common and everyone goes through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid happy couples!!(hmph!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am i now?Anti-love rolled along with anti-socialism?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fine to ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an invitation for a new string of ohhh-soo-painfull heartbreaks and aches that we seem to hold on to for eternity.And as time passes,i've learnt to harden my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after this shit,i just wanna stay broken and closed up.So fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made me this way,god made you this way,god made her this way,god made them this way,god made us this way*&lt;br /&gt;So i don't see why god would send us to hell for being ourselves.And like you said,god made every one of us.So if god made us wrongly how could He blame us? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything falls apart.And comes the concept of nothing last forever.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the only time something last forever is when there's nothing left!!&lt;br /&gt;It's not something i chose to do.I sacrificed alot already OK!!Why do i have to fucking give more?And sooo now it's MYYY FAULT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU FUCKING THINK I AM WHO?MOTHER TERESA AH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i'm gon say next,cause i'm just posting what my mind is telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,we saw Ronnie,and yes,he does look slightly better,i think he finaly unclogged that pineapple from his arse!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe he had finaly took my advice and visited the MAGICAL WORLD OF PLASTIC SURGERY :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNNCCBHAMKACHANJIBAIFUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think,but i do..owhhh hooo.Maybe it could've been different,one way or another.Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,i am sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-7753489553041723501?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/7753489553041723501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=7753489553041723501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7753489553041723501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/7753489553041723501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/somehowi-wish-i-never-loved-before_12.html' title='Somehow,i wish i never loved before..'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-1204693280038244215</id><published>2007-04-12T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:10:36.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>is everybody going crazyyyyy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is anybody gonna SAVEEE MEEEEE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anybody tell me whats goin' on.&lt;br /&gt;tell me what's goin on.&lt;br /&gt;if you open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it i'm bored pissed and depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-1204693280038244215?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/1204693280038244215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=1204693280038244215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1204693280038244215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1204693280038244215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-3380275591820748230</id><published>2007-04-08T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:49:07.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>falling to pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me start off by saying..i'm an emotional wreck right now,and everything is so confusing,like an overdose of expired happy-pills.I wonder if i'd be here tomorrow,or tomorrow,or tomorrow,or the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how i complain TanLin has to size every opportunity to crap the shit outta us and make us sit through the boring sessions of endless shit just cause she's gona retire and go away this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people,i finaly understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,i wanna say thanks and how much i love every single one of you,every last one of you.&lt;br /&gt;You guys mean soo much to me,even if i don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;Nenlin.Julien.Joanne.Sam.Amanda.KeXin.SuetPing.HueiMien.SueAnn.&lt;br /&gt;Thompson.YeeHsiong.Reen.Lynn.Jane.LynWei.PeiMun.RuYan.Joanna.&lt;br /&gt;Briana.SheenXian.PergCing.HouYan.MunMun.LiYang.Sherren.Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;Edrea.ChengYeh.XinPei.LiChin.WySan.MiawFen.Ivan.CherMing.PeiRu.&lt;br /&gt;AnnNing.KahMing.John.Anselm.JianKai.ZhanPing.XianVoon..Annice.&lt;br /&gt;Denise.ChyeLeng.Bay.Ben.EelengLeng.FangYin.HuaHui.JiaXin.HuiTien.&lt;br /&gt;BryanSoong.Juosie.Vicky.CheeKuan.YoonLeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alot more people.maybe i forgot to list you,sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's also a whole lot of people i know i won't miss.Actually i'll miss everyone of you,and candidly speaking,includes YueVern,KahEe,Ronnie and Uvendran.But i don't love you lot,that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that from me must mean something utterly dramatic shall befall us soon..and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those listed,and those forgotten(sorry):&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys loads,and i hope you guys know that even though i might be an asshole to you guys at school or whatever.You guys mean the world to me and going somewhere where you're warmth might not reach me is just,tragically terrifying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you guys have stood with me through very controversial adversity,the very thickest.And never backed out.You guys were there for me when i needed to fall back on someone.Until now i realize i was never really alone,just isolated.You guys were comforting me instead of shoving endless amounts of repents into my guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS,I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when that last piece of crud i'm standing on gives in and falls out,all i have is hope.And memories when you guys were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to australia at the end of the year,it seemed pretty final.My mom already send the application forms and stuff already,and we've already got a reply,i'm destinied to sit for the shit entrance exams after PMR.Whoopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know you guys will tell me to look at the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;If i guessed right, please lube your finger with your spit and stuff it up your ass.Cause i'm sick of hearing that,as well as being right about all the wrong things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like i was saying to Lin(my new husband,haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always hope for the best,i always have and i always did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes it works out the way i want it to,but god knows,and i know it usual bites me in the ass instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;optimistic thinking is soo overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;people think that "OOHHH IM THINKING HAPPY,SO NOW IM GON GET WHAT I WANT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and all that they did was set themselves up higher for a bigger let down,&lt;br /&gt;a big,beautiful let down.Now tell me if all that pain and effort was worth it.Cause it's NOT.It's NOT.It's FUCKING NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.Why do we give ourselves a little more hope just to make it hurt a little bit more?It's not fucking worth it.And it scares me.I always thought that having hope was better than to sit around and wait for the grim reaper to come get me(in this case my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morbid-isity of this situation scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things i believed in are turning on me and caving in.&lt;br /&gt;And i mean ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always fought against going to Aus.My mom has been getting me to go for a long time liaw.But i always resisted and kept holding on,planning ridiculous things to stay like running away from home,intentionally failing the entrance exams and etc etc etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believed that i had friends here.I always belived that i had something here to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my studies failed,i bled.&lt;br /&gt;When the friends that i once had threw our friendship in my face,i too bled.&lt;br /&gt;When the place i once called home feels cold,i bled.&lt;br /&gt;When the ones that mean soo much to me walked away,i died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no faith for new friendships.The last one,i swear the very last friendship i'm going to die to hold on to,is the one i have with You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that that you is you,congrads,it's YOU!&lt;br /&gt;But obviously,you is not everybody.It's specified to a certain special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know,i'm contradicting the top half of my post when i post the rest of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i woke up,after another fight with my mom about going to Aus,the land of many well fed steak-to-be-s.And she said:&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you resisting so badly?"&lt;br /&gt;And that was all it took to keep me wondering and question everything and all the faith i once had.I'm falling to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;And i finaly decided,that going there might be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that scares me soo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears form,and i cry.&lt;br /&gt;kenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: A silver lining,no matter how thin,is still a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe measured optimism is best.I'll keep holding on for now,i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lin,you help me without even doing anything,you help me realize things i never could,aww,muacks! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/p/s:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/p/s: last p/p/s and names removed to protect identities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/p/p/s:bo yan you suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-3380275591820748230?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/3380275591820748230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>i wanna be Leehom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(i will not use vulgar language in this post in a useless attempt to rehabilitate myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be like leehom,so talented,so goodlooking.&lt;br /&gt;I dunwanna be ME!&lt;br /&gt;URGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the self-esteem test again.&lt;br /&gt;MY MARKS WENT UP LEHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 13 out of a 100.An improvement of 1 mark.May seem insignificant to most of you(and to you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tembak&lt;/span&gt;-ers out there you'll say i just got lucky),but that is besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is my self-esteem went up,even if by just a tiny lil' bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when telling myself how proud i should be that i've increased by self-esteem,i suddenly stumble upon a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly i feel very low(and ugly) again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the mirror i would think :OOOHHH SO FAT SO UGLY SO PIMPLY SO FUDGLY!!&lt;br /&gt;And there goes my self-esteem,along with my studies,out the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;But why do i still like to glue myself to the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity is soo high on my list of priorities.It befalls me.But that's also besides the point.The point is HOW FU...LL OF FAT AND UGLY I AM!!(there i didn't say the f word,muahahahaha!).And there is NOTHING i can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's another thing i don't get with the schools and discipline teachers.They want us to be good students who score great examination results and also excel in sports and co-curriculum activities.And they should know most teenagers around our age,feel ugly like a CHIII...ken backside.(like ME.)And that pulls down our self-esteem and confidence,and we tell ourselves we can never do it due to our low self-esteem and confidence(now refered to as SE&amp;C for short) and we ultimately,cannot do it,cause of our low SE&amp;amp;C.HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we can do better if we look the better we feel and the higher SE&amp;C we can have.That way it improves our quality of work and how we do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that you say..?Looks don't matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you won't feel more confident and happy walking around with a face so hot and a bod so woot that everyone wanna shag you compared to looking like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering that you have just contradicted yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NO,it does not help to improve our SE&amp;amp;C and quality of work by looking better by looking "neat".(Note that OUR definition of NEAT is not exactly what the discipline teachers have in mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOOO.It doesn't help to have discipline teachers stalking you around the WHOLEEE FUUU...luffy school.To cut your hair at the slight drop of a fringe,at the slight passing of sideburns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWHHH I SOUND SOOO POLITIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,enough of that,there's nothing i can do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooohhh.Tomorrow we're gonna go for a belated chingming.Earlier i was helping my dad unpack all the money and clothes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have all sorts of money in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MY personal favourite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTghWxll1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/FGqtpvTPV3s/s1600-h/DSC03388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTghWxll1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/FGqtpvTPV3s/s400/DSC03388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049907945843038034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10,000,000,000 hell money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even if it's not real money.It still makes me drool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granpa is going to be a zillio...KAZILIONNAIRE!!(literrally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WHOLE CRATE OF CASH AND GOLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTgVGxllzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uu5KdQx37e8/s1600-h/DSC03387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTgVGxllzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uu5KdQx37e8/s400/DSC03387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049907735389640498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMFG! (oh my flying god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTgH2xllxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TvOTBXUz_2k/s1600-h/DSC03392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTgH2xllxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TvOTBXUz_2k/s400/DSC03392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049907507756373778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOOHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTgaGxll0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/hYa90r4UMj8/s1600-h/DSC03391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTgaGxll0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/hYa90r4UMj8/s400/DSC03391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049907821288986434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTgPGxllyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ctKcCcSeJtk/s1600-h/DSC03389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTgPGxllyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ctKcCcSeJtk/s400/DSC03389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049907632310425378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10,000,000,000!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry that this post seems so fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudgly.&lt;br /&gt;I rushed it ma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i've been delaying a post which seems very omg and final.&lt;br /&gt;After posting this hellish post,it seems even more morbid.&lt;br /&gt;And i'll have to post the other post someday,which i will.&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what the f..ish i'm saying,all i have to say IS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T KNOW,YOU DON'T DESERVE TO KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from baldguy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KENN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/s:I should really just start minding my own business instead of regretting karma would catch up on me someway or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RhTghWxll1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/FGqtpvTPV3s/s72-c/DSC03388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5633543948904828047</id><published>2007-04-02T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:49:07.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>What I Need,is a Leap of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have no idea when was the last time i ever felt safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.Who can I really trust and rely on.When not just one,but two,and three of the people you label your closest and bestfriends turn their backs on you and walkaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking away is FINE.But they have to stab my back a couple of times,or more,then they run and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNCBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.When your bestfriends are the kind that turn on you when they find out some dirty little secret faster than you can say "RONNIE" it really sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know that i'm still me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure i'm not alone in this.I'm never alone,but just that no one is ever near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the fact where our parents want to understand us.They want us to talk to them,to treat them as equals and just open up.Let them into our world and try to let them comprehend what we feel and what it feels like to be in our shoes.Yes they tell us that.And yes sounds so touching and all.So so soo touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried opening up to my dad.Starting a conversation is like reasoning with KahEe(and we all know that there is NO reasoning with that bitch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I learnt that in secoundary school no one can be trusted."&lt;br /&gt;"Why you telling me this?"&lt;br /&gt;*walks away and goes to my sister*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.LIKE I SAID.BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course,that's my dad and maybe that's how dads are supposed to be.Cold and cool and calm.&lt;br /&gt;But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNCCB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to go CRAZY over this.I have no idea how imma face PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should take the next step.&lt;br /&gt;cause what i need,is a leap of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5633543948904828047?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5633543948904828047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5633543948904828047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5633543948904828047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5633543948904828047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-i-needis-leap-of-faith.html' title='What I Need,is a Leap of Faith'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-1024122126927620911</id><published>2007-03-30T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:49:07.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional roller coaster'/><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>I feel irony all over me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ask you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you guys always feel left out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or issit just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause honestly i never felt completely part of any group of friends,or even having a bestfriend at all whom i feel completely safe with ever since form2 came and Samantha left and Amanda went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the good ol' days where it was all Sammie,Kennie,Mandie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we would sing and play that "guess what song issit you dumbass!" game and we'd be going crazy and I'd be over the top and i didn't care what people think,cause i knew Sam and Manda would never turn their backs on me....and they never did,but the three of us went our seperate ways(as in ways i mean classes) and we just started to drift apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that Amanda and Samantha were girls and knew each other for a hell lot longer than i have known them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt left out,which is the case with the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never really felt a belonging to anyone or any people anymore after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm guessing you only get that lucky in friendship once in your life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and all my luck is used up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SAM AND AMANDA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has never been a week(not a day lah...i have a life to live too!) me thinking about you guys and how we've been and how we could've been but though i never say anything,i feel everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the memories i remember are singing TheseBootsAreMadeForWalkin' to annoy Sam to no end,singing the emo Shadow over and over till it got stuck in their heads,making them promise to blanjar us for the sports day thing in that milkshake shop outside our school then (which has been closed down,bankrupt gua!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already blanjar,Sam also blanjar already,Amanda haven't!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOB!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really appreciated Sam or Amanda.Never really thought much about them.When it was Sam's farewell party,i had to go play hero elsewhere to save another friend's relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it for granted that u would never lose the friendship we had,cause it is eternal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left it go,i left it all leave me in an instant,and i remembered telling Sam how we'd call each other every Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mental note to self to call Sam every Friday,before forgetting everything around 10 mins later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember that song i wrote for Sam as her goodbye gift,it's still engraved inside my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle,ooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,it's not that there's no other group to belong to,but like Annice said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"They always ask us to join their group and then when we do they always leave us hanging around by ourselves and as they join their other friends and leave us alone and suddenly we feel lonely all over again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,that is kinda what she said and no,it is not exactly,i tweaked it a little so it sounded more unconflicting to what i wanna say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think i so free to remember everything she said AR?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And say hello to Nadelyn,my new hit counter,born yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever irony has to do with this post has been forgotten in that very emotional struggle to put everything out in pen and paper(that's just a bombastic way of saying words) as well as the very vain yet lenglui new hit counter that i have on my site,HUAHUAHUA!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-1024122126927620911?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/1024122126927620911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=1024122126927620911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1024122126927620911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1024122126927620911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/03/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-4648465875973643503</id><published>2007-03-28T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:57:42.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><title type='text'>Nenlin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi everyone,i have just decided to name my cbox Nenlin.&lt;br /&gt;Check her out and spam in her,&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget to leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T GET WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;You guys see,but never leave a comment or shoutout!!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT FAIRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently i have hatemail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;tt&gt; From: "bluerkzai" &lt;&lt;a href="http://by136fd.bay136.hotmail.msn.com/cgi-bin/compose?curmbox=00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000001&amp;a=71473495712a3fe4b32097a6c77d7bd9c4b40322e334a7f88b7a6864a55104c1&amp;amp;mailto=1&amp;to=astory_2005@hotmail.com&amp;amp;msg=07EB6943-554A-4EBC-997F-E8B7B25E1C7C&amp;start=0&amp;amp;len=5786&amp;src=&amp;amp;type=x"&gt;bluerkzai-@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;a href="http://by136fd.bay136.hotmail.msn.com/cgi-bin/compose?curmbox=00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000001&amp;a=71473495712a3fe4b32097a6c77d7bd9c4b40322e334a7f88b7a6864a55104c1&amp;amp;amp;amp;mailto=1&amp;to=hangtenkenn@hotmail.com&amp;amp;msg=07EB6943-554A-4EBC-997F-E8B7B25E1C7C&amp;start=0&amp;amp;len=5786&amp;src=&amp;amp;type=x"&gt;hangtenkenn@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: hey&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 00:33:31 +0800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey!who u tink u r to draw on the animal faces like dat!u r just 1 more of those disprate ppl whu blog and alway buly d smal poor animal...dun tink dat u r better den them juz becoz you draw their face!!&lt;br /&gt;if u dun stop draw they r face i will send virus and do a denial of service(DOS) attack on ur blog!!&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;                      ______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People like this are just effing annoying.Just cause i draw over their pictures (which are mine and i took them myself,btw) i get a DOS attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know,DOS/ Denial Of Service attacks include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;flooding a network, thereby preventing legitimate network traffic;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disrupting a server by sending more requests than it can possibly handle, thereby preventing access to a service;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;preventing a particular individual from accessing a service;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disrupting service to a specific system or person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;^from Wikipedea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the type of people who wake up from bed one day,learn some computer slang and come to flame whoever they see online,before going back to bed to wank under the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifeless.absolutely lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;Get a life!Or a brain!&lt;br /&gt;You definitely need both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "bluerkzai":&lt;br /&gt;Your time would be better spent in an English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,i love you Nenlin!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for ignoring Ronnie when he asked for your help to upload his pics on his friendster!!(he truly is a dumbass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he gets any dumber his brain would be the size of a...a...a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if he does ask any of you to help him with something or some advice,do him a favour and help him fix his biggest problem and advice him to see a surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he desperately needs to pay the magical world of plastic surgery to fix his fuckface,and drop by obedience school on the way for a whole new personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-4648465875973643503?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/4648465875973643503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=4648465875973643503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/4648465875973643503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/4648465875973643503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/03/nenlin.html' title='Nenlin!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-1541323310734530256</id><published>2007-03-28T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:03:06.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's block?</title><content type='html'>-removed or i might die @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-1541323310734530256?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/1541323310734530256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=1541323310734530256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1541323310734530256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1541323310734530256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/03/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s block?'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-5059438999536717607</id><published>2007-03-26T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:26:40.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronnie Sarks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ronnie is a bitch :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope he hamkachans and burns in hellfire for eternity :)~&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-5059438999536717607?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/5059438999536717607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=5059438999536717607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/5059438999536717607'/><link rel='self' 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more crude and evil and sadistic post to defame this mother-fucking-son-of-a-bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why i am flaming his mother.He could be picked up from the rubbish dump(or longkang,no less) and his real mother could'ave been a cow or bull or prostitute(not that i had anything against them,no offence intended) or maybe even literally a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his father?Oh come on lah he practically scolds his dad in the most sadistic ways he can think of,and he doesn't spare his mum too.This sorta person deserves to DIE.No,not death,that doesn't even balances out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of when we were still bestfriends,please ignore that blackbitch,whom is just as bad,that cow who had incest like sex with a slutty bear and pay your attention to that big ugly fuck face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RgVf_uPhonI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aYeL1MYh8WU/s1600-h/fucker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RgVf_uPhonI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aYeL1MYh8WU/s400/fucker.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045544505888055922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having someone paying attention to his fuckface for once.Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should be flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What...me?I just felt really ugly in that picture,so i re-headed myself.Don't call me superficial and fake,i already feel like that,besides angry,sadness,and betrayance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i don't steal a pic from someone's blogger, and put it as my own and brag about things i "did".Like this pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RgVf1ePhomI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5y5j69Ojmeg/s1600-h/bullshit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RgVf1ePhomI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5y5j69Ojmeg/s400/bullshit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045544329794396770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And in that pic.That pic inside that pic of "forcrush" blog of LowYeeAun is soo not her.&lt;br /&gt;The following points proves so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is not that slim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is not that hot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is not that tall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her Arms are not that long and slender&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change arms to Fingers,and refer to above and repeat same logic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her hair is not layered that way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her hair isn't half as healthy as that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her boobs aren't that big,or as perfect,or even come close to a quarter of that wholesomeness.(obviously,trust me i should know.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And a whole lot more that i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;And yes i did not spotted that all out myself.Nlin posted out most to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forcrush is obviously a plagarized word from Nlin's msn(****_forcrush@**************.com).&lt;br /&gt;And Yeeaun's msn,which was originally unoriginal and uncool,changed to&lt;br /&gt;yeeaun_&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honeychild&lt;/span&gt;25@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Which was part of nenlin's friendster name.(Nenlin- Honeychild)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I'M GETTING PISSED OF OVER THIS DESPERATE WANNABE WHO MAKES STUFF UP AND STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads more to say about her(and Nlin too) but I will not do that now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think by closing your blog you have eliminated the chances for me to flame you with your blog as evidence,i screenshot-ed everything down already.Besides i don't need your blog to flame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic isn't it?How i can flame one person and start flaming another.I am evil.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of irony,the same blog Miss&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HoneychildForcrushCopycat &lt;/span&gt;made to make herself seem&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "sophisticated and popular and americanish" &lt;/span&gt;just makes her seem desperate,wannabee-ish,mean,rude and unoriginal.The kindest of words i can use.&lt;br /&gt;And that same blog is being used to flame against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am good.Evil but good.*laughs maniacally* MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that wannabe.Oh did i mention i tried to talk to her nicely about it but she totally blew me off with her "borrowed" sophisticatedness which just came off as rude.How DARE SHE INSULT ME AND TALK OF ME AS IF I AM BENEATH HER DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME.WITH HER POOR AND UNBOMBASTIC COMMAND OF ENGLISH.OMFGLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna say something like that also do it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind my back lah&lt;/span&gt;(like Ronnie that bitch).Just don't go tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; literally and i won't find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb can you get.Wait maybe she didn't realize what she was doing cause she was too caught up in trying to seem sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people like this become any stupider their brains would shrink to the size of an ameoba.Do you have any idea how damn small that is or not?Or have you not been paying attention in Science class,like me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that there is any space for her brain besides all that air in that tiny head of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's uniquely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SMALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yet it's still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUMUNGOUS&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doesn't that sound very familiar?Haha,check out her friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owhkay,seriously enough of her,my anger towards Ronnie is fading,so i better unleash everything fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RgVgH-PhooI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6fJU56-TKTg/s1600-h/ufgly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RgVgH-PhooI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6fJU56-TKTg/s400/ufgly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045544647621976706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FACE---------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you.He only looks that good in that pic cause he still has some almost decend looking hair which he spends eternities styling and he was using his best angle.Any other angle and he looks like a bitchfacedsohai,like he always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.He backstab me dunno how many fucking times already.Maybe it's my fault cause i am dumb to trust him again after everything.But hey i already did it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.He was my bestfriend then.I told him everything and i revealed everything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come he was my bestfriend?A fucker like him?&lt;br /&gt;Well it all started in form1 when we had so much drama between us.&lt;br /&gt;Then form two i just decided to let it all go and be friends with him(cause i got wrong too).&lt;br /&gt;Then last year during form2..it was pretty much Ronnie,Kenn&amp;amp; Jared/LanDiuHai.&lt;br /&gt;And in case you are wondering,i am Kenn,and Jared is...nehhh...the ugly cow.MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of some petty matters and my senseless and selfish pride(and some of his,but mostly mine) we fan min.&lt;br /&gt;And i tell you,although it may seem like i really have no interest to be his friend anymore.There isn't a day that pass that i wished i said sorry.I had so many chances and so much time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;But i was so pigheaded and i got caught up in everything so badly that i waiter for him to give in instead.&lt;br /&gt;And this coldwar ultimately costed me the best-male-friend i made in my secoundary school life.&lt;br /&gt;So don't every commit that stupid mistake i did.I am a dumbass for what i have done and somehow i still hope that i am not too late to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But it's just too little too late~and he can't wait to see me die.&lt;br /&gt;IF there is like some freaking chance you are reading this(i mean YOU,Jared),i am freakin' embarassed and i have just lost all my pride and now very "mou min".But it's worth it if you consider the chance to allow me to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And accept it lah,for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i get depressed,i drag myself to your table,to try to bring you down with me and bitch my ass of in front of you and listen to you give me those annoyed comments,then i realize you're not my friend no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i feel happy,i run to your table,to try to rub it in your face,then feel guilty of doing that and try to make it all up to you,and then you'll give me that stupid look of yours with your fat face.But then i remember we no longer know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i feel crazy,i go to you and harass you in someway,but then i remember that we've lost our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD I FEEL SO EMO NOW,I DON'T FEEL ANGRY ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how i seem to be backstabbed so much and have so many bestfriends turn against me,it makes me feel that the problem is not with them,but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't excuse Ronnie for backstabbing me that much,over and over and over and over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only crime i committed was trusting him.I told him in confidence and he gave me his word.He is such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i can't deny that i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling too choked up to blog now,goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If karma doesn't bite him,it's probably cause it's supposed to bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-7855556709596525496?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RgVf_uPhonI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aYeL1MYh8WU/s72-c/fucker.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-3142715262867479876</id><published>2007-03-23T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:32:21.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ronnie</title><content type='html'>you are a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;trusting you over and over was the dumbest thing i ever did.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i thought you were my bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;i trusted you with my secret and you told the world,literally.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you burn and die in hell,where they probably will force you to swim 9999999999999999999999999999999999X1800m butterfly in hot scalding oil and poke you with everything they have and forcefeed you with shit and feaces until you literally vomit out all your intestine and lungs and etc and then i'll personally pluck them out one by one,bit and bit and stuff it all ur your ugly face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trusted you soo much.this is what you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear if karma doesn't bite you,i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-3142715262867479876?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/3142715262867479876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=3142715262867479876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3142715262867479876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3142715262867479876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/03/ronnie.html' title='ronnie'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-6026313338375807539</id><published>2007-03-17T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:18:14.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Call'/><title type='text'>woohooo...the zoo  !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today my friend sms me and told me to call him LimPeh.And I personally dunno why the hell he wanted that and apparently he said that makes him sound more mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that if he got anymore "mature"(which is just a nice way of saying OLD) he'd have wrinkles and white hair lah.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he won't lah.But I still think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;(And it just dawned upon me that he already has wrinkles,whitehair-s and panda eyes!!HAH!!No wonder he doesn't care :3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.*evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway since I am soo childish I want to seem more mature.So from now on I will call myself LIMPEH.You may also refer to me as LimpehKenn or KennLimpeh or just plain LIMPEH.Cause there will only be 1 LimPeh(that would be yours truly) as long as LIMPEH is around.&lt;br /&gt;(I think my childishness would round out the matureness and drawbacks of age such as wrinkles and constipation problems and make them dissapear :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This post may contain certain controversy so if you are included in the following categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;selfish rich bitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;selfish rich bastard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plagarizin' bitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;short plagarizin' bitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;animals(bears,tigers and stuff)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;don't read on.And since limpeh said don't read on you guys would probably read on anyway.So go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first let's start it limpeh's daily updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the ZOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwMtZVTnLI/AAAAAAAAABM/yFxEHjU74QY/s1600-h/P3170201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwMtZVTnLI/AAAAAAAAABM/yFxEHjU74QY/s400/P3170201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042919656782011570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the toilet fucking sarks,btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway.Here's what happens if animals could speak.Cause this ain't no national geography or discovery channel or something.And most animals are just plain boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thousand year old tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwTg5VTnWI/AAAAAAAAACk/_qANR-K_t7w/s1600-h/turtles2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwTg5VTnWI/AAAAAAAAACk/_qANR-K_t7w/s400/turtles2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042927138615041378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who btw,instead of appreciating me taking this shot of them in such a great angle,is bitching away about how i should just fucking leave them alone.fuck you two shell bitches.HAH.&lt;br /&gt;You talk AS OLD AS YOU LOOK.HUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;*evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway DO ANY OF YOU GUYS REALISE HOW FUCKING SMELLY THE ZOO AND THE ANIMALS ARE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S PROOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smelly tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwSS5VTnSI/AAAAAAAAACE/cQRY-zSSvX0/s1600-h/P3170250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwSS5VTnSI/AAAAAAAAACE/cQRY-zSSvX0/s400/P3170250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042925798585244962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwScpVTnTI/AAAAAAAAACM/FAuyZQLHjbo/s1600-h/tigerr2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwScpVTnTI/AAAAAAAAACM/FAuyZQLHjbo/s400/tigerr2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042925966088969522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;btw that nutsack lookalike there is actually a lightbulb yea.&lt;br /&gt;-___-|| sorry.&lt;br /&gt;(you try drawing with that stupid painbrush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwSgpVTnUI/AAAAAAAAACU/nS6DDDquzv0/s1600-h/lion3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwSgpVTnUI/AAAAAAAAACU/nS6DDDquzv0/s400/lion3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042926034808446274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;DUMBASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwZeJVTngI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-JW33W2Ih-s/s1600-h/lion4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwZeJVTngI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-JW33W2Ih-s/s400/lion4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042933688440167938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwYb5VTnfI/AAAAAAAAADs/vngs4nuWPM0/s1600-h/bearbear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwYb5VTnfI/AAAAAAAAADs/vngs4nuWPM0/s400/bearbear.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042932550273834482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally i thought they were really damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we visited the reptile house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister kept commenting on how the snakes looked fake.&lt;br /&gt;And I told her they were made from plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwTM5VTnVI/AAAAAAAAACc/9lqzWVFjrUw/s1600-h/snakes2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwTM5VTnVI/AAAAAAAAACc/9lqzWVFjrUw/s400/snakes2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042926795017657682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.Rubber.Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't i think of that.A stupid snake outsmarted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and supposedly this certain lion's wife died after giving birth to the cub.&lt;br /&gt;You can actually see the cub's ear in the pic.Unless you're blind lah.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what he's thinking...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwVFJVTnZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1pZkyiSRJRU/s1600-h/lionking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwVFJVTnZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1pZkyiSRJRU/s400/lionking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042928860896927122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;issit just me or are animals getting smarter than humans?&lt;br /&gt;(or maybe it's just me -___-||)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;And wait.There's MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwappVTnhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sPn2ZoJgL6c/s1600-h/dear2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwappVTnhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sPn2ZoJgL6c/s400/dear2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042934985520291346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh gross.That didn't sound right.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwU7ZVTnXI/AAAAAAAAACs/qY-XRyX8xMc/s1600-h/dear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwU7ZVTnXI/AAAAAAAAACs/qY-XRyX8xMc/s400/dear.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042928693393202546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right.More like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is like.Really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwcNpVTniI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vJJtGhboEoA/s1600-h/P3170228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwcNpVTniI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vJJtGhboEoA/s400/P3170228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042936703507209762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;The other animals are just plain boring.&lt;br /&gt;Can't they do anything else to entertain us?&lt;br /&gt;Afterall they are normally in groups(and not single).&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwVZpVTnaI/AAAAAAAAADE/IbUtwLQQ5cE/s1600-h/P3170222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwVZpVTnaI/AAAAAAAAADE/IbUtwLQQ5cE/s400/P3170222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042929213084245410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doesn't this somehow remind you of someone?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/80/62/36672608/737203802l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/80/62/36672608/737203802l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOW ABOUT THIS?!!&lt;br /&gt;WOAH.MY EYES.&lt;br /&gt;*blinded by the sudden "light"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think she is pretty or attractive in anyway and would like to know her more.Feel free to add her friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.friendster.com/kimengcheam"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/kimengcheam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.BUT BEWARE.YOU MIGHT GET INFECTED WITH HER BLINKING EYE DEFECTION.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.ENOUGH OF THAT LARD-ASS.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that this doesn't look farmiliar in anyway.PLEASE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfweR5VTnjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AdRiZ_Ga-R4/s1600-h/P3170210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfweR5VTnjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AdRiZ_Ga-R4/s400/P3170210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042938975544909362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEEE YAHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OWHKAY.HOW ABOUT THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwehJVTnkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vRVQi4YXEG4/s1600-h/P3170209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwehJVTnkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vRVQi4YXEG4/s400/P3170209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042939237537914434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rfwet5VTnmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M3M-RAJsyno/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rfwet5VTnmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M3M-RAJsyno/s400/P1010027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042939456581246562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a very random shot of me in genting k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE TELL ME THE RESEMBLANCE ISN'T THERE AND I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A EFF-ING ASS SNIFFIN MONKEY!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sob.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.Lastly,camwhoring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwOepVTnRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wc9X0vRDdbg/s1600-h/P3170262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwOepVTnRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wc9X0vRDdbg/s400/P3170262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042921602402196754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the long-necked ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwOQ5VTnQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GCiZdVy-FGY/s1600-h/P3170224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwOQ5VTnQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GCiZdVy-FGY/s400/P3170224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042921366178995458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Me sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwN-JVTnPI/AAAAAAAAABs/27qRK0GvdaY/s1600-h/P3170214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwN-JVTnPI/AAAAAAAAABs/27qRK0GvdaY/s400/P3170214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042921044056448242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and My Mom and Me Sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwNk5VTnNI/AAAAAAAAABc/lfNhVucrt1o/s1600-h/P3170254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwNk5VTnNI/AAAAAAAAABc/lfNhVucrt1o/s400/P3170254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042920610264751314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us.Muacks.Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwNPJVTnMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yL32hifp7js/s1600-h/P3170259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfwNPJVTnMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yL32hifp7js/s400/P3170259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042920236602596546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy and I.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what.Towards the whole post I forgotten about the limpeh thing lah.I'll just stay childish guar.Harh.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what.The other stuff i was gona post about some bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Next time lah.It's 1am now.I'm damn tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;KeNnChaI™&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:Credit me if you steal anything from here!!I caught some people stealing my pics and using them for their own blog,axcest and stuff!!WOII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-6026313338375807539?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/6026313338375807539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=6026313338375807539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Call'/><title type='text'>The Lala-ness ala TimeSquare</title><content type='html'>Today went TimeSquare lahh(god it is sooo lala siah..)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway kinda had an owhkay time gua..the people i was with was friendly.&lt;br /&gt;And the time i spend in the movie theater with someone was great lah.&lt;br /&gt;It was afterwards that everything fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck i feel so fucking emo right now.Wanna cry.HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.One thing i found out about TimesS.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that bad lah.Kinda far away.But can reach by public transport lah.&lt;br /&gt;It's sooooooooooooooooooo LALA inhabited.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the lala kingdom lehhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD TIMES SQUARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rfa_xZVTnFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZOaCJ8tXZzw/s1600-h/DSC03251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rfa_xZVTnFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZOaCJ8tXZzw/s400/DSC03251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041427688222596178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbEV5VTnHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g76uxc0-LL8/s1600-h/DSC03259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbEV5VTnHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g76uxc0-LL8/s400/DSC03259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041432713334332530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbAG5VTnGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PGHrRedSewA/s1600-h/DSC03256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbAG5VTnGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PGHrRedSewA/s400/DSC03256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041428057589783650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbEpJVTnII/AAAAAAAAAA0/WJnR5BrDxa0/s1600-h/DSC03261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbEpJVTnII/AAAAAAAAAA0/WJnR5BrDxa0/s400/DSC03261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041433044046814338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some shots with my lousy 2megapixel camera phone.And i didnt want them to know i was taking their pictures lah.Maybe they might just gang up and rape me(pun intended).I duno lahhhhhh.I feel so fucking emo right now lahhh.Tears are forming behind my eyes.HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just have to &lt;s&gt;insult&lt;/s&gt;comment on some really daring and brave people who dare to be different by dressing outrageously oohhh-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt;......just like every other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Ben,Ah Lien,Ah Beng,Ah Keng,Ah Kao,Ah Gao,Ah WouWou,Ah Dog &amp; Ah Pig.&lt;/span&gt; Meaning just like everyone else lah i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maybe thats how they got the word lala from lahh.)&lt;br /&gt;(oh wait.i think they call them lala cause they remind them of lala.the seafood ahh.in the shell wan.black black round round wan.)&lt;br /&gt;(i think.)&lt;br /&gt;(disgusting wann.)&lt;br /&gt;(to me lah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contradicting myself.I know.If you still don't get it.I dunno what to say lah.I feel too emo to be sarcastic lah.Maybe that's like a good thing.I don't know lahhh.Or maybe i've became so sarcastic that i don't even know when i'm being sarcastic anymore lahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway some of you may think that i posted some pretty random and dumbass pointless low quality shit pics(because that's what i pretty much am) but there are somethings about the pics that i can &lt;s&gt;insult&lt;/s&gt; comment and give my humble(BLEH) opinion on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes nothing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if you are normal you'll see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rfa_xZVTnFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZOaCJ8tXZzw/s1600-h/DSC03251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rfa_xZVTnFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZOaCJ8tXZzw/s400/DSC03251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041427688222596178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if you're crazy or super ghey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(or maybe you took the photo lah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like me,you'll see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbKGJVTnJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qVPm8jh9XTo/s1600-h/lala1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbKGJVTnJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qVPm8jh9XTo/s400/lala1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041439039821159570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yellow-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I circled all the lala ones in yellow.and some super lala(even for their standards) ones in red.&lt;br /&gt;(i also circled Ronald McDonald because I thought he kinda represented the Statue Of Lala-ness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Secound pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbEV5VTnHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g76uxc0-LL8/s1600-h/DSC03259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbEV5VTnHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g76uxc0-LL8/s400/DSC03259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041432713334332530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What you see here is a superlalachai,though you can't really tell.He has super spiked hair,lala shoes,lala styled jeans,lala pink shirt and had a tie on.Yes sooo lala.)&lt;br /&gt;And in the background.A loving non-lala couple.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can see there are still normal people living among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see the normal people upclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbL85VTnKI/AAAAAAAAABE/dsAg_cEtLwo/s1600-h/ass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/RfbL85VTnKI/AAAAAAAAABE/dsAg_cEtLwo/s400/ass.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041441079930625186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOAH.YOU SEX MANIAC.YOU HAVE JUST SEEN HER ASS UP CLOSE!!&lt;br /&gt;(I know you can't really tell but yeah..that's a good thing.Thank god for it lah right?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't complain about the quality unless you wanna be labelled a sex maniac.Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at pic one and repeat same logic.&lt;br /&gt;OMG THE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LALA&lt;/span&gt;-NESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last picture................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't tell you what it is lah.my blog is so bland it needs some games and quiz-es lahh.&lt;br /&gt;So guess what's so special about the pic and i'll find some sadistic way to reward you.Muawhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway.I still feel fucking emo.God sometimes i feel like ripping my heart out and just bleed to death lahhhhhhhh.Sometimes the emotional pain is seriously too much to bearrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone better come SAVVEEEE MEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.The movie was disgusting but owhkay.We watched 300.Tell you lah.It's not for the faint hearted.I had to close my eyes and squeeze someone's hand almost through the whole beginning to mid.Towards the ending part i got kinda used to the poke/slash-a-spear/sword-through-your-heart/mouth/brain/leg/body/other leg/hand kinda thing.It was really freaky lahhhhh.Definitely not for the faint-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;300:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not for the faint-hearted.(seriously)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Killing is like breathing.(HAH!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guys walk around half naked with some useless underwear that hides nothing much and a superman-like cape.(and usually surrounded with blood)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Queen is a cheap slut who slept with one of the poiliticians!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The king had a sad childhood (blah)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The big baddie is some black dude with a bald girl's head and face wearing nothing but gold(literally)(gold underwear lah) who think he's god.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gollum from LOTR guest stars here.HAH.And betrays his kingdom and people to be surrounded by beautiful beautiful and naked women and unlimited riches!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;and i have more lah.But i forgot.Dumb me.HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching it maybe kinda disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine naked hot chicks around this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:U2xQmm2V_3mSGM:http://img.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/040924/131222__gollum_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 243px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:U2xQmm2V_3mSGM:http://img.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/040924/131222__gollum_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOOO! DISTURBINGG!! I KNOWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY WERE FONDLING HIM KAYY!!!THEY WERE SOOO NAKED AND COULD ALMOST SEE THE................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.That was too much info.But incase any of you gurls(or guys) might have such a fetish(being a slut for gollum-like-people) you can order your own gollum plush toy or life-size blowup doll(HAH) at www.amazon.com or www.ebay.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.The guys walking around as half-naked supermen.Eww.They're bellies have like 8 packs(excluding the breast lah),with the breast is around 10 packs.WOW!&lt;br /&gt;But it was all layered over their big beer bellies lahh.Damn disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.I've damn jibaikia in this post.I'm sorry lah..not i want to be..but I'm going through a phrase owhkay?PITY ME LAH.Or just screw me,like your boyfriend did to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BWAI"(bye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had the guts to tell you i love you.&lt;br /&gt;kennnnn&lt;br /&gt;(i'm not myself today..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8814710800012276466?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8814710800012276466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=8814710800012276466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8814710800012276466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8814710800012276466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/03/lala-ness-ala-timesquare.html' title='The Lala-ness ala TimeSquare'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xxb3Sj2TY_s/Rfa_xZVTnFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZOaCJ8tXZzw/s72-c/DSC03251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-6388156826409267818</id><published>2007-03-11T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:02:08.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is not right..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something is not right..wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Has anything ever been right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Right.Sometimes lah.But this few weeks has been very hard to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course that's just me being emo lah.I'm blogging candidly.I'm not thinking straight lah or considering what the hell I'm blogging.I just write whatever the hell comes to ma' mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OOhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was trying so desperately to blog lah.I had soo much to blog about.Then cause of some freak thunderstorm my phone line broke down completely and cause of that not only my imternet cant be accessed.My house phone is down too.Which means I actually have to use my &lt;em&gt;cellphone to call!&lt;/em&gt;OMG!THE ULTIMATE NIGHTMARE!(/torture/pain/been doing it for the last few days).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then going to the stupid jibai lanned CC nearby just sarks.They're connection cant connect wan.ZZZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So now at my cousin's house loh.She and her friend are lying on the mat,Under the fan,with pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lose the clothes and we have a lesbian-pillowfight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gon be a sight to behold.Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually her house is damn comfortable k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't have to lock the door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Privacy.Try having 2 maids,a grandma with nothing better to do then to spy on you and a really annoying sister who's a better poser than you are though you  are ahead with 8 years of experience.Here i can walk around in my underwear if i lived here cause there's no one around.AHhh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loads more lah lazy to type&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh they actually have fan-s..as opposed to aircon all the time.i hate wrinkles.dont ask why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet dating sarks lah.I am not an UNCLE!I REPEAT!I'm NOT AN UNCLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh dunno what to rant about lah.Kinda had to go through this really short post few times to remove confidential content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kennnnn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-6388156826409267818?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8485834117283072131</id><published>2007-03-06T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:59:25.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombastica Flaming Spree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provocative Prerogative'/><title type='text'>wooohooo..someone to flame at last!!</title><content type='html'>Fucking pissed lah now.But anyway i'm messed up and don't know where to release my anger to.So this dumbfuck went to-er tell you guys later.Anyway he messed with me on the wrong day lah.So now I have a guinea pig to unleash my wrath on.&lt;br /&gt;*BEEP*&lt;br /&gt;(bitch mode activated)&lt;br /&gt;(cause seriously i'm not geng until capable of Chuah Kah &lt;s&gt;Hai's&lt;/s&gt; Ee's signature hyperbitch mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i would like to tell everyone out there,especially christians,that i am not intending to flame or hurt anyone of you.but this guy here is too much la.he deserves it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm flaming him,not Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.We were chatting at our school local kopitiam lah.Sell roti-canai wan.We were talking when someone cursed Cheam to die(naturally) because of some bitch thing lah.Then they started going to where'd they be when they die.And then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; fucker here went super lanci bitch like lah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Green - us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Blue - him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red - In other words(what he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; mean la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;As topic.Where do you thi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Heaven lah.I'd be in heaven.Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Why you so sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Cause I'm a christian and i believe in jesus and god.I'll admit my sins and father will forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause I'm a christian and i like believing in jesus and god cause all i have to do is tell my daddy whatever shit i've done no matter how bad they are daddy will forgive me and i can live in heaven happily ever after even after a lfietime of adultery and sinnery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Owhkay..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Why don't you guys convert and follow me to sunday school at church on Sunday lah?Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Why leh?Lazy lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Nothing lah..joking only..Your loss lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;What you mean our loss wo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Kelian ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Why kelian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Cause if you don't believe in Jesus then you can't admit to be forgiven loh!Then cannot go to heaven.Mai kelian loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause if you don't wanna be a so-called saint like me who sins uncontrollably everyday of the week and then go and spend a morning to cleanse myself and admit everything i done wrong(before going back to the fucking fun of sinning) you'll all burn in hell when i sit on my balcony from heaven playing pool pretending to sympathize you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Be a christian is the best lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to go to hell..sure go heaven wan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Be any other religion and burn in hell lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;God get a life lah.The way he talk like sympathizing how we'll all be burning in hell but he'd be all the way up in that air-conditioned heaven just cause he's a believer and we have our own beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my friend here.Christians can do ANY THING THEY WANT.All they have to do is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;admit and confess your sins and you'll be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here are steps on how to be a Christian.The impression he gave me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIN!(Monday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MORE SIN!(Tuesday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIN MORE!(Wednesday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIN! Continue this until Sunday comes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(sunday) Wake up.Go to church if you feel like it.If you don't it's owhkay.You can always say sorry next week.Father won't mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Brag&lt;/s&gt;Admit everything that you've done.All the adultery,all the sins,the number of girls you raped and blahblahblah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congrads you've been forgiven!Your slate is wiped completely clean and you can now move on to heaven!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                                                     or&lt;br /&gt;     7.Continue sinning form step one and repeat process till you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Didnt that make SOOO MUCH SENSE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.I believe in karma lah.My whole life.&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around,what goes up must come down.&lt;br /&gt;Do good things and good things happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;Do bad things and it bites you in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;This keeps my morality in place.Or I would have probably murdered someone by now lah.You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean any harm to any christians or anything lah.I'm kinda half-christian also.But can't accept the way they view things cause it clashes with my belief(karma) for like a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that guy was just play ethinocentric.Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;The definition of it is to view your religion or believe as superior to others.&lt;br /&gt;In other words it means your religion is god and the rest is just shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i've insulted anyone.It's my blog..remember?My personal ranting ground.&lt;br /&gt;So please lah.I'm not flaming Christianity.Only him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 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rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8485834117283072131?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8485834117283072131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=8485834117283072131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8485834117283072131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8485834117283072131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/03/wooohooosomeone-to-flame-at-last.html' title='wooohooo..someone to flame at last!!'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-8416254895093133232</id><published>2007-03-05T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T06:29:44.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of exams and me D:</title><content type='html'>Gawd exam is here.and i did fairly well-when i say fairly well,i mean fairly well for some cockass who didn't bother to study because he was heartsick dued to a bastard(but even if he wasn't heartsick he would probably just study a little la,but still,everybit counts RIGHT?)-and kinda satisfied that i made it through the exams.The first day.Gawd.Save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And a friend asked me a question.What do i wanna be when i grow up.Yes THAT question.And it got me thinking.What do i wanna be.I had to think quick cause you know la.He was expecting an answer.But if i said songwriter he'll just laugh his ass off and tell me that songwriters die early in Msia(again!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But at the same time i was still counsidering.What do i wanna be if i fail to archieve what i wanna get.I think i'll just be like a book author i guess.So i said Author.Novelist.All with a STRAIGHT face.He fucking went and laughed his head off and said that i'll probably be writing porn books to stimulate people like myself.And he calls me his bestfriend(i said he calls me,not i call him,NOTE.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This proves how much he knows me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I wanted to strangle him then and there.But of course I couldn't.Jail won't look good for my future.Anyway.Damn fucking jibai pissed lah.Seriously lah.I haven't been in the mood for months jor.What the fucking hell makes you think i have the mood for you now la jibaikia?&lt;br /&gt;Just fucking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;If i wanted your help or your friendship and so-called support i woulda've called you long ago la.Give it up!Take a hint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It's not just him.Why would people suddenly all flock to me and try to be friends only when they find out i have some really dramatic stuff(gossips la) and act sooo nice and pretending when all they want to know is what the fuck happened.I'm damn pissed la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And gawd la.How the fuck i wish i would stop cursing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-8416254895093133232?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/8416254895093133232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=8416254895093133232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8416254895093133232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/8416254895093133232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-exams-and-me-d.html' title='Of exams and me D:'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-1131186623915033738</id><published>2007-03-05T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T02:22:08.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unnamed update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do i say?&lt;br /&gt;everytime i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;all i see is you&lt;br /&gt;and seems like you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;but you're nearby too.&lt;br /&gt;seems like you're haunting me&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i go&lt;br /&gt;and now i dont know what i should do&lt;br /&gt;specially since everynight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-1131186623915033738?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/1131186623915033738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=1131186623915033738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1131186623915033738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/1131186623915033738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/03/unnamed-update.html' title='unnamed update.'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-3261982817471052777</id><published>2007-03-01T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:00:14.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I said.Goodbye To You :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Countless times of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings of being kept in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;All to farmiliar.&lt;br /&gt;And every promise you made-&lt;br /&gt;And every lie you told&lt;br /&gt;Sticks in my head&lt;br /&gt;I wish to forget and move on&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt they'll ever fade away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna forget this period where&lt;br /&gt;everythingishappeneningsofasticantpossiblycomprehenditall&lt;br /&gt;and just live what's left of me &amp;amp; my life.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not possible :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to you is the hardest thing I did.&lt;br /&gt;But I did :)&lt;br /&gt;You know what you did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you more and more you bastard...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's my fault to say yes so fast&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just dumbdumb beliving your promises time after time I told myself&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw&lt;br /&gt;I just loved you too much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in conjunction with all this drama and emotions&lt;br /&gt;songs are written:)&lt;br /&gt;And here's my latest.&lt;br /&gt;If it sucks please forgive me :)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm making it up as I go&lt;br /&gt;(recording the tune and all using my phone lah)&lt;br /&gt;(just like most of the others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG REMOVED.&lt;br /&gt;2/3/2007&lt;br /&gt;breakup day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;And it's 3:16 mins:secs long.&lt;br /&gt;So I can add in some solo-s and a nice acoustic plucking start and end it can be around 4 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo 3:45 ++ is like the standard of all good singles except a few.&lt;br /&gt;(like You're Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still.&lt;br /&gt;Tears form behind my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;With exam around the corner and I don't think I can concentrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-3261982817471052777?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/3261982817471052777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=3261982817471052777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3261982817471052777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/3261982817471052777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/03/like-i-saidgoodbye-to-you.html' title='Like I said.Goodbye To You :)'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-4304626718883813719</id><published>2007-02-21T00:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:14:29.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>outta boredom</title><content type='html'>im writing this post outta boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the internet is boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the end :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-4304626718883813719?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/4304626718883813719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532417584440553307&amp;postID=4304626718883813719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/4304626718883813719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532417584440553307/posts/default/4304626718883813719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/2007/02/outta-boredom.html' title='outta boredom'/><author><name>KC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-1504393225700589902</id><published>2007-02-20T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:14:09.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>high tide babe!</title><content type='html'>hey everyone it's been a new low for me :(&lt;br /&gt;everyday of CNY been having emotional outburst and all ):&lt;br /&gt;but finally i struck it right :)&lt;br /&gt;and now its all falling in place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luv u :P i wanna play tongue tongue :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-2563541986374000577</id><published>2007-02-16T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:44:00.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bastard</title><content type='html'>i wanna complain so much right now.that bastard is back,but he's blocked me.&lt;br /&gt;completely ignoring me for 3 weeks .i even send rm30 to that bastard.bastard.&lt;br /&gt;excuse?&lt;br /&gt;BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;OHHOOOHOOHOOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;busy enough to misscall but not to just SEND ONE FUCKING MESSAGE IN 3 WEEKS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH BYE TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*presses DELETE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-2563541986374000577?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/66/25656625/1_330724724l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532417584440553307.post-4117861413198483942</id><published>2007-02-15T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:58:23.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep holding on babe!</title><content type='html'>my day started horribly and ended better.so i think as long as i keep holding on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything will change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532417584440553307-4117861413198483942?l=kennchai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennchai.blogspot.com/feeds/4117861413198483942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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