<?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-12735205</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:35:46.446+08:00</updated><category term='Army'/><category term='Movie-review'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='Interesting'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='EY'/><category term='Daily'/><category term='Photoblog'/><category term='Interviews'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Yinyangme&amp;U</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-8806238643028062632</id><published>2008-02-09T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:40:11.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 New Blog</title><content type='html'>Head over &lt;a href="http://kenornot2008.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for the new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-8806238643028062632?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/8806238643028062632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=8806238643028062632' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/8806238643028062632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/8806238643028062632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2008/02/2008-new-blog.html' title='2008 New Blog'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-2889998604736824271</id><published>2007-10-19T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:43:22.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>This blog has accompanied me for many years. Its like an old friend who saw me through the happys and the sads. It started when I was just a studying geek. And it is still here when I am drawing my own salary. Sadly. But surely. I am an aquarius. I need a new place for me to write my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place will be the place where my history will be stored and one day be revisited. Until then. A new blog. A new address.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-2889998604736824271?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/2889998604736824271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=2889998604736824271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2889998604736824271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2889998604736824271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/10/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-7602381968664431173</id><published>2007-10-09T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:29:41.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more</title><content type='html'>Who knows that it will not be that simple? It seems that once again, the wheel is turning. A cycle of agony. A cycle that I dread. Its deja vu all over, only with different characters. The latest story is coming to an end, I fear. The chapters were good. The story was excellent. Was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-7602381968664431173?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/7602381968664431173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=7602381968664431173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/7602381968664431173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/7602381968664431173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-more.html' title='No more'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-6618371836397855576</id><published>2007-09-28T07:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:48:49.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Will Get You Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/0ce06126-ca69-4026-bd61-1b306b18a18a&amp;theName=Christine Glass - My Love Will Get U Home&amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=0ce06126-ca69-4026-bd61-1b306b18a18a"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/0ce06126-ca69-4026-bd61-1b306b18a18a/Christine-Glass---My-Love-Will-Get-U-Home/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-6618371836397855576?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/6618371836397855576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=6618371836397855576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6618371836397855576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6618371836397855576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-love-will-get-you-home.html' title='My Love Will Get You Home'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-5696148851436503079</id><published>2007-09-06T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:20:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to think about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The complexity of the world that we live in is a result of??? While many sees issues and challenges, I just see problems. Neither solutions or meetings can effectively solve them all. Problems will beget more problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the midst of slacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-5696148851436503079?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/5696148851436503079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=5696148851436503079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/5696148851436503079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/5696148851436503079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/09/come-to-think-about-it.html' title='Come to think about it'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-4955194156686891431</id><published>2007-09-02T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:57:22.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>Its so fragile that it was almost never there. I would have thought it would last. But I really want to know if anyone can forget all that so soon? Or a new mask to don, staring coldly at me. Yes. I guess its a new path. A diverged one. I could never face it the way I used to face it. I hope all is well. Hurt? No longer? Pain? Lingers on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunnoe wat am I writing. Just write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-4955194156686891431?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/4955194156686891431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=4955194156686891431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/4955194156686891431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/4955194156686891431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/09/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-8720266956933592802</id><published>2007-08-27T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:30:08.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie-review'/><title type='text'>881</title><content type='html'>I totally dig 881..... ever since I watched that show, my ambition is to sing at 7th month Getai.... (although my hokkien is cmi).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;881 is a good local production, especially since "musical" does not really go with our local style. So Royston thought of Singapore's Getai culture and came up with a story, albeit some absurd parts. I would be giving a in-depth, if not for the fact that I need to go off to prepare for work. Overall, 8 Papayas out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiRnT2q-z9Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiRnT2q-z9Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPx0TCCN_CU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPx0TCCN_CU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnU7bm6cQTA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnU7bm6cQTA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/12735205-8720266956933592802?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/8720266956933592802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=8720266956933592802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/8720266956933592802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/8720266956933592802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/08/881.html' title='881'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-6874697107477475021</id><published>2007-08-12T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:00:14.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Working Adult</title><content type='html'>Well, "Adult" may be over-rated and be subjected to much debate and philosophical dissection. But "Working", definitely aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 12 hours time, I am going to take flight to a whole new horizon.....metaphorically and literally...... EY, which is my new employer, is sending us to Penang for a short stint of overseas training. It will be a great start, symbolically and in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~Taking flight to a Whole New Horizon~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I need to kill the God of Procrastinator in me atm. The July post is still a virgin.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-6874697107477475021?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/6874697107477475021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=6874697107477475021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6874697107477475021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6874697107477475021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-working-adult.html' title='I am a Working Adult'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-1930771667860953787</id><published>2007-08-08T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:35:53.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Raison D'etre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A reason to exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A reason being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The bell toiled for the past, where new strangers and old friends treaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the rivers flowing separately, where the ocean they shall met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a new chapter unfolds, the old skin shall shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where tears of joy and laughter of sorrows will be in history's debt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leopards never change their spots, many likened to fret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A new chapter they wrote, yet an old self they penned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a new chapter unfolds, I looked with dread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the shinny new paths may lead to Heavens or abyssal depths."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yinyangme&amp;amp;u will live on. But its Raison D'etre that defines. A new path I shall embark on, whilst many already swimming in that cold cauldron. Verily, my days shall be myraided with new issues, challenges and exciting prospects. A wise man said that its not a problem if you don't see it as a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When, as an ode to procrastination, I have a post title "A day in a month", which documents my NS experience, the end of journey Convocation and the Graduation dinner. Cheers to Procrastination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to Singapore. 42 years of nation building. It seems that Singapore is a place where one would call home, and yet, one would yearn to live in a hotel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raison D'etre..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-1930771667860953787?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/1930771667860953787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=1930771667860953787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/1930771667860953787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/1930771667860953787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/08/raison-detre.html' title='Raison D&apos;etre'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-1789106177848819443</id><published>2007-06-24T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:20:20.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A buddle of gifts</title><content type='html'>Many a time I complained that I have no time, yet, for this time, my time is in abundance, albeit for a limited time. What happens if I have too much time, I simply while my time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess blogging too can play a part to while my time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Of Things that Giss Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week after I got back from Taiwan, I kanna this boil on my leg. The doctor said the boil was because of my body rejecting "something". Something equals I also don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610482973/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1171/610482973_ef3554ff9f.jpg" alt="PIC-0044" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I don't really know whether to feel safe or pressurized by an incessant notion of a bomb going off in the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610480799/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1015/610480799_e5d4243db4.jpg" alt="PIC-0042" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the Powerpuff Girls still as popular? Seriously, Singapore needs to move on and be ahead of things. We are so lagging behind in terms of technology (iPhone is debuting in the States this FRIDAY!!!), fashion (missed Taipei a lot), TV shows (LOST 3 is "premiering") and tons of other fun stuff......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610496243/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1172/610496243_a11f86055e.jpg" alt="PIC-0070" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems odd to HATE such cute things. However, I am someone who is a clean freak. Can you imagine the amount of dirt, lice, saliva (although the friend of mine says its very clean and does not smell bad) and urine? ~~~Shudders~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610873696/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1401/610873696_3c2a39a34b.jpg" alt="PIC-0068" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610492325/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1109/610492325_8238fa2684.jpg" alt="PIC-0066" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was trapped in the Sentosa station. A fire alarm went off and the "security gate" started to roll down to ~~prevent the fire from coming into the station~~...What if the fire is over at my side? Am I going to be burnt alive.....-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610883856/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1272/610883856_15e40bcc2e.jpg" alt="PIC-0081" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of Makanlicious and More Makanlicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my thing hunting for makans with my friends. Here are some of the things that I do recommend....~~confession, these are the makans that I remembered to photo~~....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese style cheese-dipped lobster.....the only reason why I took this photo was because its my first time tasting such good lobster. (The others are the usual stuff, beef (almost ordered Kobe), sushi and sashimi..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610497939/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1273/610497939_75063d6b49.jpg" alt="PIC-0072" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fusion stuff seems to be in the vogue now. This restaurant echoes the Fusion theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610878822/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1171/610878822_1b858b2e35.jpg" alt="PIC-0075" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends love dessert. Me too. What's life without the good old Whiskey Tiramisu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1278/610880748_b70654fb43.jpg" alt="PIC-0077" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is CY's hand...~~~he is working for the government, I must take note not to criticize my beloved government.~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes too exotic a dessert will cause immense agony at deciding what to do which the additional stuff like a cup of unknown sauce? drink? syrup?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610500191/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1440/610500191_21eb531b02.jpg" alt="PIC-0076" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never tahan ice-cream with brownie.....(not I order one)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610877216/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1318/610877216_49da1442b7.jpg" alt="PIC-0071" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Of CFA Examination Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that NTU examination venues are very intimidating. NooOooooOOooooO.... The CFA exam was held at the Singapore Expo Hall 1. It was an intense affair and there were many "Proters". Who are the proters? They are people in charge of different areas. For example, for my first time of my life that I have heard, "Toilet Proters". They are in charge of making sure that the toilet is free from hidden notes and candidates. They will escort candidates should they want to visit the loo. And we have the Security Proters, in charge of general security and protect us from madman, Examination Booklet Proters, in charge of retrieving and distributing the exam booklets and Exit Proters that check us if we bring in any illegal materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610870252/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1314/610870252_e557329ab2.jpg" alt="PIC-0065" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610490959/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1047/610490959_fee6453e54.jpg" alt="PIC-0064" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent food provided by the CFA society to the members.....or was I really hungry that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610490169/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1279/610490169_a1da680ab2.jpg" alt="PIC-0063" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610489515/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1314/610489515_d37f675d4e.jpg" alt="PIC-0062" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of Other Random Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New hair-cut...very cheap only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610487113/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1186/610487113_7dadf74a7a.jpg" alt="PIC-0049" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610485101/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1425/610485101_1555755c2f.jpg" alt="PIC-0047" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610486405/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1083/610486405_6241c573d2.jpg" alt="PIC-0048" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/610878436/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1187/610878436_b59297c3f6.jpg" alt="PIC-0074" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-1789106177848819443?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/1789106177848819443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=1789106177848819443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/1789106177848819443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/1789106177848819443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/06/buddle-of-gifts.html' title='A buddle of gifts'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1171/610482973_ef3554ff9f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-6716670945431419300</id><published>2007-06-15T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:43:10.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Crossroad</title><content type='html'>Suddenly at the end of a 10 year marathon, the finishing line seemed so unfamiliar. The lifestyle so focused on studying and slacking is evaporating with the passing minute. Like a pool of water, evaporation seems like an end to the many bonds that so tightly knitted together, yet, separation is an eventual fact. Finally, at the end of the run, there lingered a tinge of unwillingness to relinquish the much cherished identify of being a student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a Fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on with Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-6716670945431419300?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/6716670945431419300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=6716670945431419300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6716670945431419300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6716670945431419300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/06/crossroad.html' title='Crossroad'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-4571938451518656947</id><published>2007-06-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:48:32.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie-review'/><title type='text'>何アデトがくないか</title><content type='html'>The strength of procrastinating lies in the ability to organise and plan out stuff and execute them at a later date. I always stick to this maxim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is for the Leaders of the Future..think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gobbled up two shows for this week. One is good, the other is less than average. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first show.....Shrek 3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same old jokes, the same old stuff and the same old tickles. Yet, the best thing is that such never fails to make me laugh. The formula works! (Please don't go and watch 东海战. It was a failed formula from "The Zodiac". And yet they persisted to try to go to the Big Screen. No chance man!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give Shrek 3....3.8 Ogre Babies out 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next show.....Man In White aka 鬼阿！鬼阿！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regreted watching it. I support local production very much, especially "Singapore Dreaming". Man In White failed to live up to my already very low expectation. Simply it was not worth the $8 I paid for. I rather pay $5 dollar for the VCD. There was a logic flaw in the show. Yes, I know, this show was not meant for the sane and rational people. I can understand the use of the "Ghost" theme, but go and watch it and you might feel the same as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.3 Silly Ghosts out of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-4571938451518656947?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/4571938451518656947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=4571938451518656947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/4571938451518656947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/4571938451518656947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='何アデトがくないか'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-2002681283442613055</id><published>2007-05-26T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T09:49:05.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie-review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Movie Gala Event 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNpi63Gv1FI/RluCa-Qx-EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cRo67xgz2AI/s1600-h/71619-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNpi63Gv1FI/RluCa-Qx-EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cRo67xgz2AI/s320/71619-large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069789205437216834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stars...Glamour...Posh...and...Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just like any other Movie Preview Events. Food and wine. Chat and dine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/517718480/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/247/517718480_dc10cd3574.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="PIC-0053" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/517745257/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/517745257_286bde8dc3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="PIC-0054" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the friend of mine attended a Movie Night event organised by the CFA. The buffet was SUPER GOOD. I like the spagetti and the sauce. And of course, the Movie itself. All for a small amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show itself must be watched with the other parts of the PotC series. As a show by it self, the plot made little sense. It was an attempt to reconcile and consolidate the story-line in totality. To me, it was a totally commericalised effort that missed the very gist of its original strength. The PotC 1 was an applauded success, with PotC 2 and 3 merely a businessman holding the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has to credit the special effects team and the props and settings team. I like all the elaborate settings, especially how they protrayed the 1800s Singapore(certainly the year must be after 1819, the year that Raffles founded and named Singapore as Singapore). Although it may not be accurate, at least, our little red dot is on the screen global-wide. Though "Welcome to Singapore" seems too tacky for me. It was an outrageous advertisement. Truly "Uniquely Singapore". Only Singapore can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the olden days of Singapore, people DO speak Cantonese, along with Hokkien, Teochiew, Hakka, Fuchow, Malay, English and a whole assortment of languages. So they are not wrong totally to protray Sao Feng and gang speaking Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the most absurb thing is the ending. And the weak storyline with respect to the scenes at World's End. Given that it is most mysterious part of the world, and potentially the crux of PotC 3. But it was given little attention. It was just another desert and beach. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess only the die-hard fan of PotC series will find the third installment tantalising. But as for many others, it could be smelly bean-curb or liu lian. For me, I enjoyed the show pretty much as I guess other than the story line, the overall acting, directing, sets and special effects and of course, the many punch-lines that spiced up the show. Overall, I give it a 3.2 Pirate's Hats out of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-2002681283442613055?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/2002681283442613055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=2002681283442613055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2002681283442613055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2002681283442613055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/05/movie-gala-event-2007.html' title='Movie Gala Event 2007'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNpi63Gv1FI/RluCa-Qx-EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cRo67xgz2AI/s72-c/71619-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-689255482981150075</id><published>2007-05-22T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:34:10.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie-review'/><title type='text'>Can you take it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNpi63Gv1FI/RlMLmeQx-DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1zIXqu26zRg/s1600-h/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNpi63Gv1FI/RlMLmeQx-DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1zIXqu26zRg/s320/poster1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067406761308321842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I did not want to watch it. It took me like a few weeks before I decided to give it a go. I watched "28 days later" a couple of years ago and I loved it. Imagine waking up in a hospital and realising that you are pretty much the only living being in the city or for that matter the country. The pressure of being and feeling alone in a largely deserted and empty city like London, and to realise that there are mobs of virus-striken people chasing after you. Yea, its tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I did not give "28 weeks later" much thought, since its has a different director and different cast. None-the-less, I went ahead and watched it. To my pleasant surprise, it turned out better than I thought. There was a sudden realisation to what "28 days later" is after. I suddenly saw the connection between both movies. It was not as fragmented as I thought it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, 3.75 Rage Virus out 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-689255482981150075?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/689255482981150075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=689255482981150075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/689255482981150075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/689255482981150075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/05/httpmedia.html' title='Can you take it?'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNpi63Gv1FI/RlMLmeQx-DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1zIXqu26zRg/s72-c/poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-2831128561964701806</id><published>2007-05-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:17:10.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Don't be mean</title><content type='html'>I don't mean to be mean. But I really need to let off some of the Anti-AT feeling, otherwise I might morph to be "One Of Them". Hereafter known as OOT or AT. The whole herd of them has practically made themselves thoroughly notorious throughout the World. While the early generations bring forth virtues, creativity and resilence, their seeds in their native country certainly failed to enshroud themselves with the same characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, rampant pirates and copy-cats, incessant pushing and shoving in queues (if there is any), outrageous behaviors that even their government is trying very hard to clamp down on and a list of activities, that one would shudder to think of. In many instances, my encounter and experience with them were unpleasant. Probably I am over-reacting, making a Mount Everest out of Mount Faber. But what if many others feel the same way as I do? Over-reacting? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest news in town have them besting themselving at the art of pirating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8b1jN0KCjB4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8b1jN0KCjB4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-2831128561964701806?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/2831128561964701806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=2831128561964701806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2831128561964701806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2831128561964701806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-be-mean.html' title='Don&apos;t be mean'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-6623547907130315804</id><published>2007-05-20T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:53:30.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Do you want to be me?</title><content type='html'>Came across these two interesting advertisment on one of the channels (certainly not Singapore's Mediacock-up's channels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about exchanging bodies. The first ad started with a very Zen moment. The lady said to the man, "They say if we run towards each other at our fastest speed at 1km (I think) apart, our souls will switch bodies." And they did, and the ad stopped there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other ad goes something a long the same line. This time involving two buddies. One of the buds said, "They say if we hug each other and start to roll 300 times, our souls will switch bodies." And they did, rolling downwards from top of a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity though, I don't get what they are trying to advertise. But I dig at their concept and cinematography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-6623547907130315804?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/6623547907130315804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=6623547907130315804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6623547907130315804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6623547907130315804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-want-to-be-me.html' title='Do you want to be me?'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-1991854251518224666</id><published>2007-05-19T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:29:41.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Picture of a bygone Era</title><content type='html'>Taiwan's DPP-led government is determined to get rid of any legacy left by ex-President of the Republic of China. The &lt;a href = "http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/afp_world/view/277168/1/.html"&gt;renaming of the Chiang Kai-shek memorial hall&lt;/a&gt;, and not forgetting the removal of thousands of Chiang Kai-shek's bronze statues, are evidents that this government is trying to score political points and to further advance its political interests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I managed to capture the last few moments of an Era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/484718810/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/484718810_f8d0048966.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/484752723/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/484752723_181059651e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-1991854251518224666?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/1991854251518224666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=1991854251518224666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/1991854251518224666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/1991854251518224666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/05/picture-of-beyond-era.html' title='Picture of a bygone Era'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/484718810_f8d0048966_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-2777982386414656426</id><published>2007-05-19T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:22:25.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>A new layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verily it looks like the old. Yes, the new look is a result of some trimmings and re-arranging. I am no HTML fan, nor a Computing genius. I wanted to revamp totally, but was very worried about the codings and stuff. In the end, I decided to go for the minimalist look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I have 2 months and a half before I start work. Hopefully I pass all my examinations. Otherwise, it will be hell for me. Literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; CFA examination on June the 3rd &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Probably a London&gt;Paris&gt;&lt;a href = "http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2005/06/beware-singaporebe-afraidbe-very.html"&gt;Greece trip&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Blah, In-camp for 11 days &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Hopefully, Convocation.....T.T...so touched...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Malacca Makan Trip with JC pals &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Starting work on August 13th &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more constructive. Perhaps a driving license, something that my dad has been bugging me to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is never on my mind now. Thinking that I have a lifetime ahead of me to work. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am just busy mugging for the CFA exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much time on hand is indeed a bane for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too little time on hand is makes me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, I just need to enjoy these precious carefree days.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-2777982386414656426?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/2777982386414656426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=2777982386414656426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2777982386414656426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2777982386414656426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/05/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-6572406044076009418</id><published>2007-05-19T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:52:04.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a New Layout</title><content type='html'>This blog is in a dire need of a new look!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I wun be writing more stuff le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-6572406044076009418?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/6572406044076009418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=6572406044076009418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6572406044076009418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6572406044076009418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/05/need-new-layout.html' title='Need a New Layout'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-1155449914729479612</id><published>2007-05-15T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:31:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>忘了我在等</title><content type='html'>我已忘了自己还在等，&lt;br /&gt;排队的我也不觉得闷。&lt;br /&gt;队伍也许万里千山伸，&lt;br /&gt;你或许也会有别人疼。&lt;br /&gt;但是这是我的情网深，&lt;br /&gt;也是无理爱情的愚笨。&lt;br /&gt;一人的世界好像很闷，&lt;br /&gt;我却不介意独自去等。&lt;br /&gt;有你在那我什莫都肯，&lt;br /&gt;继续一人默默不做声。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-1155449914729479612?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/1155449914729479612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=1155449914729479612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/1155449914729479612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/1155449914729479612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='忘了我在等'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-6683822703282383063</id><published>2007-05-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:13:48.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Its a horrendous double pain for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil + Upcoming Exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a good excuse for me to stay at home as my leg is oozing pus and bloody water. Too pain to blog.........:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-6683822703282383063?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/6683822703282383063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=6683822703282383063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6683822703282383063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6683822703282383063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/05/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-391335739381980708</id><published>2007-05-05T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T15:07:50.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Reflection 05/05/2007</title><content type='html'>Looking at my BARE blog and the Dysfunctional "A Photo A Day" blog, I realized how my life is very much donated to other stuff. For one, World of Warcraft have been my second home, more precisely, the Shattrath City. For many suns and moons, I treaded the land as Eveningsong. I am a Druid, dedicated to the protection of the land and nature. Partnering with my best buddy, the Servant of Elune, Divine Healer and Protector, the Priest, Secluser, we stormed the gray Shadow Labyrinth, the dusty Shattered Hall and battled uncountless Hordes and the Undeads. Yes. I am Eveningsong most of the time, only sometimes Kennyboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life brings another set of challenges to Kennyboy. I have just completed my ~~~hopefully~~~ final examinations with NTU. By right, it should be the last of the exams I will be taking as a "STUDENT". No longer can I ask for "Student Buffet", pay for "Student Concessionary Price" and enjoy a Student's life. Soon, actually August 13th, I will be thrown mercilessly into the cauldron of REAL LIFE. Shigoto suru. Ernst &amp; Young will definitely open up another chapter of my life. Although the book is unwilling to be flip open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am facing yet another exam. This time as a CFA candidate. Its a profession certification and its what I am really interested in. Need to start mugging for it since the exam is less than a month away. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verily, REAL LIFE do bring forth happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I am really thankful to ALL my pals who celebrated my birthday (incidentally its at February the 15th). To my JC mates especially, FY + CY + SB, THANK YOU for YOUR &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CUP + KBOX&lt;/span&gt;!!! And to the friend of mine, aka, Secluser in the Virtual World Thank You for your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S.H.E concert treat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/394960174/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/394960174_f433908641.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="27-01-07_1811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/394962069/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/394962069_5efa7337bb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="27-01-07_2150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really touched!!! As I always mention in my blog, nothing beats having BUDDIES AND PALS!!! So what if you are very rich? So what if you boast to have many many many "friends"? ***Yawnzzzz***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in REAL LIFE, I get to travel out of Singapore. I just came back from a graduation trip to Taipei with my University friends. It was totally invigorating after the many months of schooling. Get to have a taste of what GOOD FOOD was, how LIFE SHOULD BE ENJOYED VIA HOT SPRINGS, SHOPPING, SIGHT-SEEING, GETTING SUPER GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE and A GOOD HAIR CUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/484713832/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/484713832_2c711fdf68.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000107" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/484749019/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/201/484749019_0b2c66a759.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/484716430/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/484716430_38ac56238d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/484717262/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/484717262_11d9f02313.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/484739696/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/484739696_8fbab668f5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="PIC-0020" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-391335739381980708?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/391335739381980708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=391335739381980708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/391335739381980708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/391335739381980708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/05/reflection-05052007.html' title='Reflection 05/05/2007'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/394960174_f433908641_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-7264183344598832309</id><published>2007-04-02T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:10:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Zones</title><content type='html'>Just in a day I have discovered a legendary warped zone. Warped zones are places that do not obey the laws of physics nor logic. These zones have rules of their own. In fact, they are very much alive, just like Gaia, who probably is so super piss with us that she is currently unleashing her fury upon us. The last part was irrelevantly relevant. Anyway, back to the warped zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first warped zone was probably something that really irked me. I was all happy and excited about making new pair of specs and getting my contact lenses. So I went to this shop that I reckon that its good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I realize that THIS SPECS SHOP is a Warped Zone. I entered the shop. I politely greeted one of the staff. I was ignored, as if I was invisible. Perhaps I was too sensitive as that staff was attending to another customer. I waited patiently and in order to ease the awkwardness, I started to "shop" around. Seriously, this place was no The Eye Specialist. It was pathetically small and I couldn't really pretend to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another staff came out from behind and went to another customer, who was already there. He ignored me too. Fearfully, I pinched myself to make sure that I was alive and not dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only explanation is that this shop is a Warped Zone, where at a certain point in time, someone (in this case, ME) will turn invisible.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respected the Warped Zone and spent my money at another place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~This shop could have expanded locally, even internationally. Too bad, it lacked profitability to do so. If they had saw me, the shop might be able to fulfil its expansion goals.....~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-7264183344598832309?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/7264183344598832309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/7264183344598832309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/04/twilight-zones.html' title='The Twilight Zones'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-953052250748520220</id><published>2007-04-01T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:59:33.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>One month without blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;~~~Reculer pour Mieux Sauter~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why I didn't leave my words of wisdom here for the past one month. For those who know me too well, immediately will raise to the occasion of booing me. "A reason?", you will scrutinised and re-read the paragraph. In fact, there are too many reasons that my laziness refused to pen down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the only reason is because I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, I am addicted to my WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps studies play a part in this grand scheme of blogless month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea. The part of lazing around and slacking and looking idlely into the clear sky all, also contributed to the plot hatched by my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am taking chances. My laziness is lazing around, leaving me ample time to pen my thoughts (or rubbish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy April's Fool.....a wonderful day to play crap on people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-953052250748520220?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/953052250748520220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=953052250748520220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/953052250748520220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/953052250748520220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-month-without-blogging.html' title='One month without blogging'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-4486029653635439143</id><published>2007-03-14T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:22:53.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in AB311 class now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are going through the JetBlue case now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-4486029653635439143?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/4486029653635439143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=4486029653635439143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/4486029653635439143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/4486029653635439143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-in-ab311-class-now.html' title='I am in AB311 class now'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-2288189059198519493</id><published>2007-02-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:35:04.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Last day of February</title><content type='html'>February came and went. With only 28 days, and 29 for every leap year, we rarely able to fully appreciate her beauty. February stands for romance. February stands for the real start of a new year. (Many people will take a full month to realise that a new year has already started.) And February stands for charity as she gave away her days to other months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun-filled month for me and a month that went by too fast. Another few more months and I will embrace a totally new pace of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I ponder on my mistakes, my weakness, my stupidity and a host of crap-up insanities. Sad~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNpi63Gv1FI/ReWE8zehU-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xTD_JR8KC84/s1600-h/norbit_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNpi63Gv1FI/ReWE8zehU-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xTD_JR8KC84/s320/norbit_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036577938429006818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-2288189059198519493?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/2288189059198519493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=2288189059198519493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2288189059198519493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2288189059198519493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-day-of-february.html' title='Last day of February'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNpi63Gv1FI/ReWE8zehU-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xTD_JR8KC84/s72-c/norbit_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-8759222650843509868</id><published>2007-02-27T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:00:30.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart goes wilder</title><content type='html'>Certainly a lot has been missing from this blog. For sure, these "a lot" have been formulated in my brain. I am just too occupied to articulate them to words. Perhaps the best blog in the world is in everyone's mind. There are pictures, videos, sounds, smells and feelings. There are also silent curses, heart's desires, happy stories, sad tales, wonderful experiences and a hosts of dark secrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the "Desperate Housewives", everyone has their darkest secrets. Everyone else tries to dig up others' secrets. Everyone wishes to listen in to others' conversations. Everyone prays that they can listen to others' inner thoughts. Of course for the more unconventionally-adept personnel, by "Everyone", I meant a statistically correct of around 95%. There always be this small portion of Saints, or simply others obvious of things going around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I have small posts left half-written and other posts with a title and some pictures. I shall take advantage of this semester break to try to breath life into them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my left-side of the brain (for the knowledge-challenged, it is the rational side of everyone {of course, "Everyone" means a statistically correct of 95%}) started screaming for attention. "Hey Kenny-duddy-bubby boy, why don't you finish your other posts before posting this? ~~~Kiak....Arggg....!" Oh well, my emotional right-brain killed my left. Shanks...I am typing with my left hand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a meaningless post for the smart people. This is just to drain the extra energy in me. I just wanna type and blog something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-8759222650843509868?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/8759222650843509868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=8759222650843509868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/8759222650843509868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/8759222650843509868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/02/absence-makes-heart-goes-wilder.html' title='Absence makes the heart goes wilder'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-3336174836884387972</id><published>2007-01-30T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:20:44.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces</title><content type='html'>There are missing bits and pieces around this blog. Fragments of my life gone and unrecorded. Reason? You tell me. Perhaps the magnet of school work, television and WoW pulled me strongly away. Nah......just some excuses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to do some updates. Let me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finalise my Phuket 2006 travelog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Up my SHE concert entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Update my "A Photo A Day" project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For blog sake, I am watching "The Perfect Housewife" from Channel 70. I simply love my newest SCV Recorder. I no longer plan my life around the SCV schedule! I get to see all the shows regardless of the time they were broadcasted. Back to my show...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-3336174836884387972?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/3336174836884387972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=3336174836884387972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/3336174836884387972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/3336174836884387972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/01/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and Pieces'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-5293214770994351623</id><published>2007-01-22T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T01:02:19.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Susagage Lips</title><content type='html'>There will be always be interesting people around me. By interesting, I am just plain implyint that they are rude, obnoxious, devoid of any society-deemed normacy. Simply they are the idiots of our time, bane of the society and speechlessly undescriptable morons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this lady, whom I shall call susagage lips, in my CFA course that fits with the above description of interesting. Miss Susagage Lips (as her name implies, has really thick, but droopy lips. Not the sexy and succulent Shu Qi type, but the stale and lifeless hot-dog type) was very rude. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what gotten into her. Maybe her PMS? Or maybe some effects from menopause? Or simply she did not derive enough satisfaction from her last night romp. I do not know and do not wish know too. The course instructor was starting the lesson. When Miss Susagage Lips burst out, "Would you please speak up!" I flicked my head around and there I saw it.....the classic moment of Miss Susagage Lips.... she battered her eyelids as if announcing to the world that "Oh please, I am so superior that my Eyelids can teach." And then, her pouting of her susagage lips, as if telling us "Kiss me. I have spoken up for you...all I need for a reward is a tender touch from your lips to my lips." Then she shook her head within a small degree angle, as if she was possessed, only that she shook slower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, she could be some Vice-President for all I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental-note: Bring hot-dogs for her next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-5293214770994351623?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/5293214770994351623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=5293214770994351623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/5293214770994351623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/5293214770994351623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/01/susagage-lips.html' title='Susagage Lips'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-6469915454748044486</id><published>2007-01-17T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:41:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many things</title><content type='html'>There were so many things that are going now. For one, I will be very busy. Nope, not with the books. But Burning Crusade. The highly anticipated expansion to WoW is finally out. I pre-ordered it and went down to Suntec for the launching party, with the friend of mine. I did not realised that there was a healthy number of Singaporeans WoWing. The feeling of "being home" was when me and the friend of mine started walking from Cityhall MRT station towards Citilink and then to Suntec, because along the way, there were soooooo many people holding on to the latest expansion set. There were something common in everyone of us then, we were the wanders and adventurers in the World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/360580375/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/360580375_d4fe443433_o.jpg" width="565" height="800" alt="Are you prepared.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, the friend of mine went to get a copy of Burning Crusade. How the thing goes is like this, for people who already preordered, we all got a pre-order card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/355594518/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/355594518_76bc1fb0d8.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="13-01-07_1609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to exchange the card for the game itself. And to those who did not pre-order, had to pay up at Suntec and also receive the same card. Hence, after the friend of mine paid up (Asiasoft...the distributor and organiser.....was very smart. Those who wanted to buy on the spot had to pay extra for the Pre-paid cards too. I guess they were just trying to get rid of the Pre-paid cards, since it would be cheaper to pay online), we proceeded to QUEUE. The QUEUE was a Long one. I hate QUEUES (except many eons ago, little kenny-boy queued like no tomorrow for the MacDonald Hello Kitty sets). But this QUEUE will lead me to more things to come. THE BURNING CRUSADE...... As I am typing this, my heart already go off to BC le.....M u s t p l a y m o r e.........M u s t l e v e l u p s o o n...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-6469915454748044486?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/6469915454748044486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=6469915454748044486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6469915454748044486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6469915454748044486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-many-things.html' title='Too many things'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/355594518_76bc1fb0d8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-6736047406174086749</id><published>2007-01-12T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:00:44.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>A Photo A Day......</title><content type='html'>.......&lt;a href="http://2007ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/"&gt;makes my memory stay.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new place for me to document my day to day life. Well, the first week is kind of messy as I did not take a photo of that particular day. Basically it looks fun to able to see your life via a photo and kind of remember what you did on that day. Hmmm.....hope I can faithfully document it......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-6736047406174086749?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/6736047406174086749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=6736047406174086749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6736047406174086749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6736047406174086749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/01/photo-day.html' title='A Photo A Day......'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-3041855801064420266</id><published>2007-01-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:15:10.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>A new semester and a new hair</title><content type='html'>The week started with a revelation that I will be starting school. Took some while to remember what is the meaning of "starting school". Basically it is the painful and numbing ordeal to be trapped in an air-conditioned arena. It will be an arena where there will be wars of words, battles of wits, clashes of views and oppositions of opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Need a new hair color to brighten my life. Therefore, I met the friend of mine to cut and dye our hair together. I really had no idea WHAT COLOR to dye. Serious. I wanted my old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/352856046/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="MyPicture.jpg" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/352856046_5f19a844c5.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Could not find a better pic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Golden orange. I found it very nice, complement my rosy white complexion. But I wanted a new one. The hair stylist recommended brown ash plus light ash as highlight. Hmmm....sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then need to bleach my hair first...I got a shock man....I turned into ang mo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/352794521/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/352794521_b4ded362c4.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="08-01-07_1545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was not as pleased with the result. Partly is because except for the tinge of grey grey colour in the front, it was as if I never dye my hair. Just too bad I have good natural brownish hair. But as the day go by, the colour becomes more obvious, hence I did not feel so bad.  Imagine paying them to dye back the same colour as my original hair color......Dot DOt dOt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of school was on the 09/01/07, tuesday. It was the lecture for AB311 (Strategic Management) at 1230 hrs. The lesson dragged on. I did not know if I have not conditioned my body and mind to the lecture/study/mind-torture, or I simply did not care. I was not really attentive during the lecture. Well~~to be fair, the lecturer was not speaking English either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went over to CPF building for lunch. I vote it the best Sakae Sushi in Singapore. Finally get to eat good food in a good environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, me and the friend of mine went to find the MAS Building. I thought I would find it easier. No....I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I headed towards Raffles Place mrt direction. Called up my friend and seeked help. Went back to Temasek House. Then suspected the red building behind Temasek House to be the MAS Building. None-the-less, decided to ask someone to confirm. The someone pointed confidently to Temasek House. ?????? Alright then. I replied that it was the Temasek House. He confidently told me that MAS Building changed name to Temasek House. Fair enough. Me and the friend of mine to find the Singapore CFA Society. NOOOOOOOOO. Don't have. Stupid bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually the red building behind Temasek House. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I proceeded to sign up for the CFA course...what an ordeal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...today is the 25th Wedding Anniversary of my parents.............SOOOOOOO SWEEETTTTT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-3041855801064420266?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/3041855801064420266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=3041855801064420266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/3041855801064420266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/3041855801064420266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-semester-and-new-hair.html' title='A new semester and a new hair'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/352856046_5f19a844c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-4384351165501627158</id><published>2007-01-05T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:48:59.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Beginning to believe</title><content type='html'>I am thinking that every alternate friday is a bad day for me. These are those days that you feel grouchy, feel that everything is just wrong and Murphy's Law is your best friend. When even the sunny day will make you grumble that its hurting your eyes and the rainy days make you curse that the clothes will not dry in time. This bad day also meant that wrong things can come and things can go wrong. And when you innocently thought that it may be an isolated case, you are wrong. It comes in a group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the things that can go wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being in the wrong queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gotten a lousy network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stupid contact lens that keeps drying up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bad lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Too sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Too cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tired and listless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the list goes on, with every fortnight experiencing a new kind of Bad Luck. Perhaps the reason why Bad Luck is starting to like me is because of the cool and good stuff I am getting. (MacBook, SCV DVR-set, 5 crappy MbpS network....) Well, nature has a way to tell me...."Kenneth...enough of Tai Zi Ye's life le!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin and Yang. Balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to name the Bad Luck fridays I am getting.....Fribad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this week's first edition of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fribad With Tai Zi Ye"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fribad started bad. I woke up feeling goggy and extremely tired. My eyes were sore and I simply cannot muster energy to drag myself out. I remembered I had a meeting with a friend of mine. I was really feeling terrible. Then to my horror. There was no breakfast. Sobzzzzzz. I decided to go hungry for the good part of the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned on my computers and logged on WoW with one. To my horror, I cannot connect it or I got the LAG....It was horrible. The new network was obviously flawed. I called up Singnet and one of the technicians suggested that I use wire instead of wireless. ~~~Faintz~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a wireless environment. And now you are telling me to use LAN cable. Our conversation hit a point when I decided that he was not helping. Wasted effort, wasted telephone fee and wasted saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend of mine went ot cut hair while I shopped at Funan to get a router. What to do? Since the Singnet cannot help me. (btw, as I am blogging this, I saw a guy touching the side of lady's breast and powder-brushing the lady's cleavage, and all these while the lady was smiling and complimenting the guy for his fashion sense). Back to the topic. I was looking around, shopping causally. BUT the stupid contact lens was really dry. It almost fall out and it made my eyes really uncomfortable. Considering that it was the third day wearing them. It spoilt my mood. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Watson to grab a drink. Hopefully by hydrating my body, the contact lens will get some moisture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this world is full of strange people. A lady was ahead of me in the queue. She bought 3 packs of toothpaste and they costed S$12.75. Woe be on me, just because I was behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady SLOWLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY opened up her bag. And SLOWLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY searched for her wallet. Then SLOWLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY pinch her wallet open. She SLOWLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY browse through her American 100 dollar notes. 4 S$10 notes, a few S$50 and other S$2 and S$5. She SLOWLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY took her time to come up with a best combination to pay for her stuff. S$12.75. Seriously, can't she just take a S$10 and a S$5 and pay? Noooooooo, it was a VERY TOUGH decision for her. It took some time for her to decide on a S$10. And she SLOWLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY decided between the &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; S$10 notes. Then she SLOWLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY returned her wallet back into the bag. Then she SLOWLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY scooped out a handful of coins and started to match and mix and mix and match the S$2.75. All these while I am so confused about the true meaning of life. Just for one pathetic bottle of mineral water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the friend of mine have agreed to meet at the entrance of Funan. I had to confirm with him earlier because my dear Handphone WAS REALLY LOW ON BATTERY. Crap man, I just charged it overnight and I did not use it that intensively for the day. Things really go bad. And it go worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was kind of worried that the friend of mine misunderstand the sms and instead wait at the escalator entrance to the second floor of Funan. After making sure that the friend of mine was not at the entrance, I proceeded to walk to the escalator entrance. This escalator entrance overlooks the traffic junction. By right I would have seen him coming over from the cityhall mrt station side. By left, I did not. I missed him. He too did not see me. Great.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner and a ice-cream, I need to go home to ward off the bad luck............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till again next episode of "Fribad with Tai Zi Ye"........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-4384351165501627158?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/4384351165501627158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=4384351165501627158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/4384351165501627158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/4384351165501627158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/01/beginning-to-believe.html' title='Beginning to believe'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-7445617290919491062</id><published>2007-01-04T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:24:58.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Had a great dinner</title><content type='html'>Gathered the guys for a makan, but SB got to head off to Malacca. Hence the 3 of us decided to meet up at cityhall mrt station. There I was, ever so eager to meet them, hop onto the mrt and onwards to cityhall I go. As the mrt approached the station, I was all fired up and ready for battle. It was 6.45pm, the height of the peak hour. Where many will wall up the station door and resist those exiting's futile effort at exiting. I was ready. I kept my head-phones and my book. Positioned my bag right in front of me, to prevent a direct frontal attack. I waited patiently as the door opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise. The people outside actually queued behind the yellow queuing line. I thought I exited the wrong station. Thought I was at Taipei or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY brought us to a steam-boat store. It was air-conditioned and the food was GREAT. Although it was steam-boat, the soup was good. For the first time, I actually drank from the steam-boat. The chicken rice, I mean the rice that is those hainan chicken rice one, taste authentic. CY ordered another plate of Sweet and Sour Pork. I fainted. It was super duper good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/345396829/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/345396829_80e56fce03.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Steam Boat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No food left on the table le......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its really budget. Its those kind of food where its cheap and good and comforty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to our budget outing, we went over to Raffles City's food court for chill out. We exchanged stories of our lives and then we parted at the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, a sense of "Singaporeans are changing for the better" still lingered within. BUT........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/345396761/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/345396761_c6c9fba200.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Inconsiderate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three seats in front of me (just imagine that the Indian lady is invisible). To the left, were two bags sitting on the seat. To the right, one bag was sleeping on the seat. There was this inconsiderate lady sitting right at the centre (strategically blocked by this Indian lady). There were so many of the people without seats. They were staring hungrily and angrily at the lady and her three seats. Suddenly, I realised that I am back in Singapore. Hurray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I plogged my head back to my ever-captivating book.............until........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/345396805/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/345396805_abfdb78de0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Overshot my station.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great....I missed my station by TWO STOPS. My concentration level is improving.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-7445617290919491062?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/7445617290919491062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=7445617290919491062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/7445617290919491062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/7445617290919491062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-great-dinner.html' title='Had a great dinner'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/345396829_80e56fce03_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-5041594964504280536</id><published>2007-01-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:34:15.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Strange Thoughts about the Traffic Lights</title><content type='html'>I was stuck at the traffic junction. Being stuck, I was impatient to wait. Being me, I kept hitting the pedestrian button at the traffic light. It was a magical button. I really believe that the pedestrian traffic lights will change to green magically, if I hit the button a lot of times. Its kind of a psychological therapy, knowing that I am doing something to lessen my waiting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, a friend of mine postulate that hitting the button once is enough. Repeated hitting will reset the machine, thus elongating the waiting time. However, the issue is that if I hit the button once. Then another fellow, who did not realise that I have hit it, go over and press the button. Then another guy comes over and not realising that the button has been pressed, and go over to hit the button. And so on. Thus, the traffic light will be resetting again and again. Thus the waiting time will be as of the pre-designated one, rendering the system useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the system can be just a phony. Placed there to placate the fuming individuals, since the waiting time is relatively short, pressing the button will result in an immaterial decrease in waiting time (if indeed the system works). Hence, the best alternative will be putting a button there for show, so that waiting individuals will have something to do and a shimmering hope that the waiting time can be significantly decreased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, the friend of mine has demostrated once and again that repeated hitting of button will not render a significant decrease in waiting time and that one hit of the button in fact seem to generate a more positive result, none-the-less, I firmly take my stand that Einstein is correct. The theory of relativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By repeatedly hitting the button, our brain is pre-occupied with the action of hitting and the generation of feel-good hormones that the wait time has decreased, thus taking our attention away from feeling the pain of waiting. Thus, "reducing" the wait-time in total relativity. On the other hand, hitting the button once will lengthen the waiting time in total relativity, because, our brain will be pre-occupied with the fact that the light is still red. Thus causing the brain to generate negative feelings and invertably, increasing the wait time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. This thesis will be submited to the annual Nobel Prize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-5041594964504280536?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/5041594964504280536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=5041594964504280536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/5041594964504280536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/5041594964504280536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/01/strange-thoughts-about-traffic-lights.html' title='Strange Thoughts about the Traffic Lights'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-6760247373039515765</id><published>2007-01-03T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:14:33.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>A Lot of TTDs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/340798687/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/340798687_ef1dfac4ed.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="29-11-06_0829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things on my mind now. It is as if I woken up to a ton of THINGS TO DO. Some of them are pure procrastinated TTD, so I can't really complain much. There are important TTD and there are necessary TTD, the problem is that it is hard to differentiate between them. Some necessary TTD is not as important as the important TTD, while some important TTD are not there necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a starter, I need to call up Starhub to request for a change of SCV-box. My box was spoilt. There were sparks and the ZeeZeeZee sound. I was dry on television for the past few days, so much so that I had to seek refudge in my friend's house just to watch shows. On top of the replacement, I decided to get the latest DVR-set. It can record shows that I designate. This is great. As their advertising tag-line goes, I do need to plan my life around the television any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next on the list is my poor MacBook. It somehow refused to wake up. Called up the Apple help-line and was directed to the Alexandra outlet. Very near my house. Going there in one hour time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called up the Singapore CFA to request for more information. The problem I am most concerned with is the accreditation. Most probably for the next 2 years, I will be an auditor and CFA does not accredit auditors. Maybe I will try for the Affiliate instead of an Associate. But the weekly classes are really expensive, need to discuss with my friend if she is willing to take up the weekly class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just up-graded my Internet connection. Apparently it was faster, because the loading time has decreased significantly, even when I am using Flickr. I need to double confirm if Singnet has indeed activated the new connection speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contact lens supply is drying up and I need to get another year's worth. I wanted to take daily contacts, but heard that for my degree, it will be darn darn darn darn expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the annual pain in the arse IPPT. I have booked it on the end this month. Therefore......I need to work out regularly. Really need to run and exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a great start to a great year. ZzzzzzzZZzzzzz.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-6760247373039515765?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/6760247373039515765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=6760247373039515765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6760247373039515765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6760247373039515765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/01/lot-of-ttds.html' title='A Lot of TTDs'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/340798687_ef1dfac4ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-3023214711178253150</id><published>2007-01-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:58:07.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Although 01/01/07 is just another date on the calendar, to many people it represents a new start to their lives. To me, it is a day where our languidness and invigorates itself. A lot of things is going through my mind as the seconds count down to 2007. For a start, 2007 will see me relinquishing my role as a student and taking on more responsibilities as a full-fledged adult. Like a hatchling maturing into an eagle, all really to fly out to heavens above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things to look forward. For a starter, the new semester. There will be new people to meet, new modules to kill me and new things to learn. I really treasure all the last moments of this semester.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the next part of the year, there will be another ICT. ~~shudders~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, embracing a new environment in Ernst and Young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, it will be an eventful year and a year that will see me grow up. Yet, there are many things that I wish that I can hold on really tight, like schooling and my youth. I feel so old. Old as in not anymore young. Meaning that I can't really laze around and do nothing. This is the price to pay for growing up. And of course, people will give me the weird stare should I start to talk about cartoons. :(....and need to reduce on my cuteness....-_-```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well, I love all beginnings. The smell of freshness and tenderness, afterall I am born in spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-3023214711178253150?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/3023214711178253150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=3023214711178253150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/3023214711178253150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/3023214711178253150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-2928539461633164897</id><published>2006-12-31T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:26:43.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie-review'/><title type='text'>Meeting up with my NYCO pals</title><content type='html'>Met up with the gals and guys at New York New York. I totally abhor the food there before, and was a bit apprehensive when they suggested NYNY. But the food turned out to be pretty good. Hmmm, must have changed the chef or the management. There were jokes and exchanges. Yup, they are still the same old people. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we WALKED to Esplanade, before we decided to head back to Marina Square to K-box. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang for one over hours before meeting Derrick and his friend for the show "Night at the Museum". It was a good show. Prior to watching it, I thought it will be super lame. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/339632115/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/339632115_1456c65498_o.jpg" width="160" height="238" alt="night-at-museum-posterboxart_160w" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it forms a good story and there were good visual effects. 3 Museums out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just remember....it is the second last day of 2006.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-2928539461633164897?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/2928539461633164897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=2928539461633164897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2928539461633164897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/2928539461633164897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/meeting-up-with-my-nyco-pals.html' title='Meeting up with my NYCO pals'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-9006073441356765540</id><published>2006-12-30T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:47:20.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Chilling</title><content type='html'>The Bose speaker calmly sang "Jesus to a child". The unusally cold wind danced in the room. The soothing dark sky yawned sleepily. Yet, I am disturbed by a thought. Here I am surfing the Internet. I am just randomly surfing through pages after pages, yet, there are people desperated to log on and to use the net for some important uses. The damaged network has caused the ISPs to promptly divert the traffic elsewhere, thus causing network congestions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteers in Aceh and parts of Malaysia appealed to the international community to reduce the usage of the Internet, in order for them to effectively use the network to communicate. There they are, desperately saving flood victims and moving vital supplies to the affected areas, and I here well-protected from the elements, wasting the precious resources and now fighting with them over the use of the network. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just shuddered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-9006073441356765540?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/9006073441356765540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=9006073441356765540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/9006073441356765540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/9006073441356765540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/chilling.html' title='Chilling'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-7626468074197109612</id><published>2006-12-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:21:25.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie-review'/><title type='text'>Death Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/336959154/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/336959154_59f061b11e.jpg" width="220" height="312" alt="deathnote" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closing of a chapter of the Death Note. The main storyline involves the battle of wits between the engmatic L and the justice-obsessed Light. The story was interesting, as it involves something that can captivate the minds of many people. Killing people just by writing their names on the Death Note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it has satisfied my expectation of an Anime story. With heaps of exaggerations and surprises. Of course, the cinematics were rather mediocre, considering that it is a Japanese production, none-the-less, the story has filled me with ample satisfication to last for a year. It was a good show. 3.5 Death Notes out of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-7626468074197109612?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/7626468074197109612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=7626468074197109612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/7626468074197109612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/7626468074197109612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-note.html' title='Death Note'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/336959154_59f061b11e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-4416033453652701585</id><published>2006-12-29T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:56:48.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Not a good day</title><content type='html'>The story goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, i.e. today, one little boy woke up to find his exam results suck. The day spiralled badly from there. The little boy went to town to meet his buddy for lunch. The rain encouraged him to take a taxi. A taxi, the little boy soon found. Yet, the taximan was one fierce man. He cut lanes like cutting cakes, horned the car-horn like a horny dog and mumble and grumble to himself most of the time. The little boy was scared stiff. What was more scarier was the taxi-fare. The little boy was angry. Usually, it will cost around S$5 to reach Wheelock from his house, today was horrendous! It costed the little boy S$7. The little boy decided to make a claim for the S$2 from the rain and from the congested orchard traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/336432483/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/336432483_490067f4d4.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Angry Taximan" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The angry taximan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None-the-less, the little boy reached town safely, except for his poor wallet. Lighter by the weight of a S$5 and a S$2 note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy went over to Lido to queue for tickets to Death Note 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/336432508/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/336432508_634896be53.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Crowd At Lido 1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/336432551/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/336432551_041a92978e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Crowd at Lido 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy thought he went into the wrong date. He checked his handphone, it showed a Thursday. The little boy gasped. He thought he had entered into the Saturday afternoon zone. What's with these people? No need to work? How about the aunties, raining leh, go and collect your hung laundry. The bottomline was that the little boy had to push his way throught the crowd. In the process coming into contact with sweaty, smelly and silly people. Eeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the little boy went up to the cineplex. He fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/336432586/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/336432586_4a75cb1db5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Lido Queue" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There must be more than 100 people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy gave up and asked his buddy to buy tickets over at Cineleisure. The little boy then proceeded over to Wheelock to get a place at Sakae Sushi for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fainted once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/336432444/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/336432444_8e70f46147.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="A long queue outside Sakae" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food...I need food!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took slightly less than 30 min before the little boy was led to a seat. Then the little boy started to order sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a waitress came over and said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy fainted and concussed and vomitted foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry, salmon sushi and temaki all sold out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy's Bad Luck decided not to eat salmon. The little boy stared innocently at the waitress, with his jaws wide open. &lt;em&gt;"Sorry, salmon sushi and temaki all sold out." &lt;/em&gt;The little boy took some time to digest the fact. He relented his life to Bad Luck. Do whatever can you if you like..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-4416033453652701585?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/4416033453652701585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=4416033453652701585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/4416033453652701585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/4416033453652701585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-good-day.html' title='Not a good day'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/336432483_490067f4d4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-5852296239643473472</id><published>2006-12-27T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:27:12.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Network Tsunami</title><content type='html'>Can't blog due to the network upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/336420978/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/336420978_6ed741e3ac.jpg" width="500" height="236" alt="twinternet2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-5852296239643473472?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/5852296239643473472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=5852296239643473472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/5852296239643473472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/5852296239643473472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/network-tsunami.html' title='Network Tsunami'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/336420978_6ed741e3ac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-1683091209457336165</id><published>2006-12-25T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:19:17.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>In Phuket</title><content type='html'>Right now I am blogging at an Internet Cafe, while my family are busy letting their feet relentlessly tortured and a few of them went over to pig out at Hagen Daz.The environment here is not bad, with the cool air-conditioning shielding me from the torturous sun. Phuket is a place totally devoted to the tourists, while maintaining their local identity and culture. I finally understand what is the meaning of the Land of a Thousand Smile (beat that "4 million smiles campaign".) They are sincere and will go all out to help you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our WHOLE family (= My family {Dad, Mami, Brother and Me) + Aunt's family {Gu Zhang, Gugu, Nicholas and Nicole} + Jiehui + Grandfather) reached Phuket on Saturday morning, around 10 something. Then we checked into Blue Canyon resort. Followed by a trip to the various parts of Phuket, like a little town and then to the famous Patong beach. It was REALLY a tiring day....who says vacation is relaxing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we were on-board a private yacht. It was reinvigorating to my senses. The yacht was exactly the same as those I saw on Hong Kong TV serials. Those rich tai zi ye owns and they bring their babes on-board. It was simply luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day, aka today, was a slow one. The whole family slacked at the house until pretty late, near to early afternoon, when we head out to Patong Beach once more for their massages and  later go shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mental note to self: Prepare a travel-blog over at my other blog with PICTURES!!!! Access to my travel-blog is strictly by invitation only.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-1683091209457336165?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/1683091209457336165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=1683091209457336165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/1683091209457336165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/1683091209457336165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-phuket.html' title='In Phuket'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-6697408288444780449</id><published>2006-12-22T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:38:43.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie-review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>The Curse of the Golden Flower</title><content type='html'>It was another of the "Chinese Epic Movies" that failed to capture my attention. They relentlessly fell into the trap of Props over Substance. It seems that Zhang Yimou has once again devote too much time on the props and settings (remember the Hero where he insisted using the freshest flower petals for a fight scene). Peel away all the grandeur and larger-than-life's props, one will feel empty after watching this show. Commerically speaking, they only did one thing right. Jay Chou and his song written for this show, Ju Hua Tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/329940304/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/329940304_e890b36c7f_o.jpg" width="300" height="200" alt="32364-04" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the epic battle scenes, bursting bust-lines, grandeur settings and stellar casts, I want to see a good and fulfiling movie, so much so that even without all the above mentioned, I will remember it forever. I guess the only thing that everyone will remember forever is the bursting bust-line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/329948723/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/329948723_2d4110330f_o.jpg" width="360" height="240" alt="curse1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of cinematics, this show has scored well. (Not surprising since I guess most of the time was devoted to perfect the camera angles, pristine volume and correct colour mixing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in terms of story and acting, this show has failed its actors/actresses. There was not any room for them to perform their best. Contrast this to the "The Geisha", I think Gong Li has performed much better in "The Geisha". I always believe in substance over the form. Perfect props and settings will not mask a deficient story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This score only garnered 2 Jay Chous...oops...I mean 2 Golden Flowers out of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-6697408288444780449?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/6697408288444780449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=6697408288444780449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6697408288444780449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/6697408288444780449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/curse-of-golden-flower.html' title='The Curse of the Golden Flower'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-8770210136577373875</id><published>2006-12-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:37:57.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Life in Singapore Part 3</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I expose the ugliness of Singaporeans, or some other aliens (these days I can't really tell). I remember I started a blog on the ugly Singaporeans awhile ago, but due to technological constraints and my laziness, I can't really take good photos. But today I did take some good photos. Of the strange and unexplained behaviours of the fellow human beings living on the same island as I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in town. An the town seemed to house the most interesting people alive. Of course, I could be one of the weirdos, none-the-less I believe one mountain taller than another mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this for example, although it was not very clear from the picture, it is actually a man setting a up a stall to tell people's fortune using tarot cards. It was not professionally done. At least, gain some credibility by using better props. The sign "Tarrot Cards" was badly written on a vanguard sheet. Maybe the most striking thing about that guy was his image. He got that gipsy image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/328144932/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/144/328144932_6e9ee63176.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="20-12-06_1747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Come come, cross my palm with a 10 dollar note and I will cast your fortune before your eyes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MRT offers one of the best cinematic dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/328144969/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/142/328144969_fd1c6720ec.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="20-12-06_1803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady, with the back facing us, obviously has some problem with the concept of "Personal Space". Before I make such bold insights on human funny behaviours, this lady in black DO NOT know the guy just in front of her. How I know? I went into the train at the same time with her. And that guy was already in the cabin. I observed there was no contact whatsoever between them two. The story starts......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment she went in, she looked at that guy's newspaper. She rudely lifted that guy's newspaper and tried to read the front page. That guy was nice and continued to let her read. If it was me, I would glared her to death. Then she stood  SOOOOOOOOOOO close to that guy, that one would mistake them for a couple. Seriously, I guarantee that they DO NOT know each other. She was reading her own newspaper and her newspaper was ON that guy. You know how newspapers are. The top part of the pages will go flimsy should you hold the lower part of the pages. Yup, the flimsy part of her newspaper was on that guy. So rude right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/328145036/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/142/328145036_4518e192ac.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="20-12-06_1818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guy in blue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I decided to give him a miss. But he was the ultima for the day. It started with him running across the platform at Raffles Place and knocking me. Nevermind about the knocking part. He was literally shuttle-running across without a care for others' safety. I mean, unless if its death or life situation, what's the harm of waiting for another train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he rudely tried to shove into the cabin and gestured his friend to join him at his little comforty corner. How he asked his friend to join? After shoving into his little corner, he sort of motioned us to give way to his friend. Shit him. Its very crowded and I have no wish to move. I ignored him. I guessed his friend was also cringing in embarassment, that he rejected THIS GUY'S invitation to the little comforty corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-8770210136577373875?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/8770210136577373875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=8770210136577373875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/8770210136577373875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/8770210136577373875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-in-singapore-part-3.html' title='Life in Singapore Part 3'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116659296213878834</id><published>2006-12-20T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:58:34.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Crapping up</title><content type='html'>I think blogger is sick. I have been trying to log on to blogger proper for such a long time but to no avail. There was an upgrade thing going on, but I reckon its disrupting many people's scheduled blogging. To many, blogging is their heroin. I guess many of us here will be shivering in cold perspiration. I think many modern people are just adding stress and burden to themselves. Like the handphone, lives were normal before the era of HP. But now, one of worst punishment to a human being (at least those living in the cities) is to take away his/her HP. Yea, it will be a torment for him/her to live a life without any communicating device. For me, I will cringe in agony should my life be devoid of the Internet or World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am highly suspicious of who is running this place. Maybe we are just an experiment. The higher order beings are plain machines running our lives. Arggggg..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116659296213878834?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116659296213878834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116659296213878834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116659296213878834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116659296213878834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/crapping-up.html' title='Crapping up'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116654104088153006</id><published>2006-12-19T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:58:11.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Christmas Cocktail @ EY</title><content type='html'>It was an eventful pre-view of the life that I will be embarking on in half a year time. The building was professionally done up with the upscale glass windows and a MRT-lookalike gantry acting as security barrier. The cocktail was held at the 18th floor. The reception area overlooked the marina bay with a fantastic sea-view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/327153006/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Sea-view" src="http://static.flickr.com/135/327153006_5f91bc8d43_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was raining heavily and everything just fuzzled out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbouring buildings are the famous "The Sails" condomium and the Marina Bay Integrated Resorts. The new EY will be suitated right at the smack of the new Central Business District, come the year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/327153056/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="The Sail" src="http://static.flickr.com/138/327153056_64f9e05f10_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;The WIP construction are "The Sails" and just a little further behind into the background, will be the new IR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a tour with the aim of inducting us to the new environment. Everything is new and elegant. The lighting was right. The space was ample. There was enough COFFEE to go around. Got showers, KTV, lounge and a tit-bits vending machine. Speaking of which, I was impressed (so superficial of me) by the pantries. They look more like Sakae Sushi table seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/327153210/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Pantry within the office 2" src="http://static.flickr.com/134/327153210_9b7aebb1bd_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its pantry lor, we are not at Sakae Sushi. Look at the office behind the area&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kennethkong/327153083/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Office" src="http://static.flickr.com/135/327153083_1801ceac0e_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bah....hai~~afterall, an office still look like an office.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116654104088153006?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116654104088153006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116654104088153006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116654104088153006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116654104088153006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-cocktail-ey_19.html' title='Christmas Cocktail @ EY'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116642736254789310</id><published>2006-12-18T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:57:44.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><title type='text'>Army Daze</title><content type='html'>The annual In-camp is upon me. It was five day event starting from 11/12/2006. The feeling of reporting back to my battalion was not a good one. It was a forceful yank from my normal life back to a life where of utter despair. From the plains of the Elysium, I was dragged to the flames of Tartarus. The torment was great. The pain was numbing. The days dragged and the night fled quickly. Yes, it was something that even the SAF forbade us to speak about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many things that happened. Stupid armskote issues with that CBJ refusing to lift his dainty fingers, drenched in the rain for two days, sleep-starve soldiers, irritating people and basically the army stuff once more. Well, for the good record, the five days made me cleansed from the tainted world of wanton enjoyment and senseless gorging of food. There were good camaradice between my 84mm section. A lot of catching up and gossips. Met a new friend, Baldwin. He is really nice but too bad he is only attached to our battalion for this round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI~~~the next in-camp is scheduled on the 9th of July next year. Help me..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116642736254789310?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116642736254789310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116642736254789310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116642736254789310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116642736254789310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/army-daze.html' title='Army Daze'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116574251861509365</id><published>2006-12-10T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:21:58.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test test test</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; 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The hour hand rested on the 9 o'clock. My tummy went weak, I knew it the time of the release of the shortlisted candidates. I was worried that I may not be shortlisted for any of the interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the completion of the exam, I rushed, ran and rattled my way to the Free Access Lab. I switched on the computer with fear. Trembling with anxiety, I read through the list. Phew~~~I was shortlisted for Deloitte and Ernst &amp; Young. It was a few days later before KPMG released its shortlisted candidates name-roll and I was also selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next part of the battle is the interviews. It was the time that I needed to really go forth and "sell" myself....**sobz**....???????.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04/12/2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first interview was with Ernst &amp;amp; Young (EY). It was at Ocean Building. And I had to be there before 9 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I reached at 8.30 a.m. I was really nervous and adrenaline was surging within me. I sat there like a little mouse. The HR people are really nice. They gave me drinks, made me felt comfortable and reassured me that it was nothing that formal (or so I thought). EY even have their permanent stuff to come and talk to us. They were like our friends. Really. They crapped and they really tried to make the frosty environment warm. I was even more impressed when the Managing Director (the toukay of EY) Mr Ong Yew Huat (somehow, from the Big 4 networking night, I wanted to shout "Huat Ar!", everytime I see him) came down personally and talked to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{BTW, poor Kenneth has been waiting for a long long long long long long time hor. Came at 8.30 am, original slot is 9 am, 9.30 am still see no interviewer, while others already finished le.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ong was very sincere and encouraging. He explained a lot of things to us. One memorable one was that at this younger stage of our life, we are learning the theories; the next stage of life, ie the employment, we will be doing practical stuff; finally at towards the third stage of life, things have to go back to basics and hence go back to theory. Hmmm, it sounds sophisticated, yet, it sounds logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{BTW, poor Kenneth has been waiting for a long long long long long long time hor. Came at 8.30 am, original slot is 9 am, 9.30 am still see no interviewer, while others already finished le.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed us the design to the new layout of the new building. Woah, I am impressed. Got one machiam like Sakae Sushi counter bar. Still got the office, looks so cool. Maybe for once, I want to go to a place where everything is new (Rarely happens in my life. My primary, secondary and junior college all went through rebuilts AFTER I LEFT!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{BTW, poor Kenneth has been waiting for a long long long long long long time hor. Came at 8.30 am, original slot is 9 am, 9.30 am still see no interviewer, while others already finished le.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime, it was my turn for the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first bludder of my career life. The wrong interview. Originally, I wanted to go to General Audit, but my interviewers were from Gobal Finance Service. Dot Dot Dot Dot Dot Dot Dot........&lt;br /&gt;I went through the interview, none-the-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt queasy. Why? GFS is really hard to get in. So after meeting Derrick at the Coffee Club below Ocean Building, I decided to request for another interview with the General Audit. Therefore.................POOR KENNETH REACHED EY AT 8.30AM AND LEFT EY AT 1PM!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent waiting for the HR department to call me. It was terrible. The wait was a torment. I went weak in my knees. Seriously, I wanted to go into EY. But by late evening, the hope was barely flickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 9pm, Derrick told me to stand by my phone. He just received the call from the HR department.&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;At 11pm, I gave up. The wait was futile. I was soooooo sad. But none-the-less, I still have two more hopes......Deloitte and KPMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05/12/2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I went over to Deloitte first. The reception area was really Zen. The soft mellow light with the few bamboos decoration will put anyone into a relaxed state of mind. And the TOILET was very very very nice. It was one-person toilet. It was large and comfort. I was a fool not to leave my mark behind.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interviewed by an Audit Manager, Junne Lim. She is very nice and friendly. It was NOT an interview, more like a chat between long lost friends. Originally, she wanted to ask me the 4 standard Deloitte interview questions, but I think I somehow answered all of them during our chit-chat. It went very well and she sent me off to the lift. I knew I would get the offer from Deloitte when she patted my shoulder and reassured me, "Don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KPMG was a short distance away and I had sometime on my hand to rot. I slacked away at Burger King reading the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KPMG was very much different from what I thought. At first, I thought of it as cold and stony. Yet, the reception area was very much more professional and up-scale. There was a little writing test before I was led to meet my interviewer, Sze Leng. She was the cover girl for KPMG and was one of the fastest to reach Partnership in KPMG. A living legend I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was candid and sincere. She geninnely wanted to interact with me and there was a frank exchange between us. I gave her my point of view and she presented her own opinions. This was the kind of conversation which I really enjoyed. Sze Leng has really opened my mind on the Audit line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I was ready to choose KPMG. Just give me the contract!!! (I was so sore over EY's rejection!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I met up with Derrick and we go K-box to hit out on Jay Chou's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, nearer to the later evening, &lt;strong&gt;Deloitte called and offered me a position!!&lt;/strong&gt; Whoppie!!! At least, I have an offer. Can sleep in bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06/12/2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was only waiting for KPMG's call. Was praying very hard for it. I really wanted to go to KPMG's financial audit department. Then around late afternoon, my handphone finally rang. I picked up and was very sure it was from KPMG. There was no surprise, when suddenly the person spoke, "Hi, I am Sarah from Ernst and Young." I fainted........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EY has decided to offer me a position!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instanteously, my mood swung upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY.....finally gotten what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then KPMG called and offered me too. However, I will be signing with EY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long long way, it was over. It was tiring, none-the-less, was fulfiling and I had the contract. Hopefully I will pass all my modules!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116574061372224285?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116574061372224285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116574061372224285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116574061372224285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116574061372224285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/eventful-interviews.html' title='Eventful の Interviews'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116559417442655141</id><published>2006-12-08T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:56:31.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><title type='text'>Eventful の Pre-interview Days</title><content type='html'>It will be a long post because I have got a lot of things to say. Eventful is the word. In many aspects, this week is a life-altering one. I have made one of my first major decision, other than picking what degree I am taking and what lap-tops I will be getting. Seriously, I shuddered at the thought of the making the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision isssssssssssss..........my first career!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever think that I will become an auditor? Frankly, nope. Ask me what an Auditor is a few years back, I'll just give you a blank stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted Ernst and Young's offer. Yippee! But the journey was a long and tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started two months back. The hype and hussles of the Recruitment were played up, starting with the Big 4 Networking Nite. It was the first of such networking that I have went to in NTU. It was professionally done, with the Partners, Managers and HR people trying to brainwash and psycho us to join their firm. There are 4 firms and competition for talents is sure to be tight. On another note, it is interesting for me to take note of such competition. Reason being, it will be hard to find such a thing in the other industry, like the manufacturing or banking industry. Maybe there is, but certainly not to such a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that night, impressions were formed, opinions being made and choices evaluated. On my part, I was thankful if any of the firm will accept me. I did not go, like some of my friends, "Don't know choose which firm." But I was really comprehensive, I was not sure if any would accept me. Although, there were people saying that the Big 4 sure will take almost 90% of NTU people. I was worried I was the 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office of Profession Attachment (OPA) sent out an email informing us that the Big 4 Joint-Recruitment web-site is ready. I accessed it and started preparing my resumes and application forms. The dateline was 31/10/2006 and I sent my stuff to OPA on the friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I felt that I was being spoon-fed. It was a great collabration between the school and the CPA firms, making the mundane task of job application a breeze. Nonetheless, it did not feel like the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a new chapter of my life has commenced. But the interviews were nightmares too............next blog..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116559417442655141?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116559417442655141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116559417442655141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116559417442655141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116559417442655141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/eventful-pre-interview-days.html' title='Eventful の Pre-interview Days'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116554998432122280</id><published>2006-12-08T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:53:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for a long post</title><content type='html'>Preparing for a long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116554998432122280?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116554998432122280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116554998432122280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116554998432122280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116554998432122280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/preparing-for-long-post.html' title='Preparing for a long post'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116507326268110044</id><published>2006-12-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:27:43.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful sinful</title><content type='html'>The equation will balance on itself. Life has its way to tell us that everything is a balance, When you have sorrow, Life will start to add hope to you. When you are having happiness and bliss, Life will remind you how cruel it is by taking away things from you. Its a cycle to remind humans not to be overly depressed, nor extremely happy. I believe in it. Whenever there are happy things that happen to me, I will start to feel uneasy and sad. I know that something bad is going to happen. Whenever, there are unhappy things, I will start to cheer up, because I know good things are coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem now is that I am enjoying my life and surrounded myself with a bastion of bliss, and I am getting worried. Yes, seriously, worried. Sometihing bad is going to happen to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental note: Stay away from Suay Personel, like people whose name start with a D and ends with a K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116507326268110044?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116507326268110044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116507326268110044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116507326268110044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116507326268110044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/12/sinful-sinful.html' title='Sinful sinful'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116489069906820568</id><published>2006-11-30T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:44:59.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a semester</title><content type='html'>It was a relatively quick and painless end to a semester. The AA206 exam was relatively doable and not much surprises. As usual, I will not do as well, none-the-less, it marked a beautiful end to a wonderful semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester will be the second last semester (hopefully). Hmmm, it will be quite sad to leave school so soon. Oh well, that is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE: "OOI, dun anyhow attribute everything to me hor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fine fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this holiday will be a painfully short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I totally enjoyed the peace and tranquility feeling. Nothing to do. Slacking. WoWing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental note: Need to prepare for Interview. Need to prepare for the stupid In-camp. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~Aiya, suddenly Du Zi pain, want to um um le. Blog has to end here.~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116489069906820568?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116489069906820568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116489069906820568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116489069906820568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116489069906820568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/end-of-semester.html' title='End of a semester'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116475544174140635</id><published>2006-11-29T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:10:41.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>In another 4 hours and 20 minutes, I will be free!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116475544174140635?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116475544174140635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116475544174140635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116475544174140635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116475544174140635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116452690009061042</id><published>2006-11-26T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T15:41:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we planting the Seed of Bad Grades?</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Please ignore my cries of desperation, depression and demoralisation on Wednesday. I have been neglecting my AA206 and it will come as no surprise should I do badly on that day. I have been living a life of wanton (not wan-ton mee) decadence. Indeed, if there should be a Karma, it will be a bad one for me. As they say, you reap what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Interestingly, I still have the face and cheek to write this down. Perhaps my hubris is too haughty to be humilated. Similarly, my pride will go before even taking a step. I think I am having a split personality (considered relatively mild, when compared to Derrick who is suffering from multi-split personality). One side of me is the high and behold Kenneth the Emperor of the World, Master of the Universe, Lord of All, and the other side of me, the Gentle, Meek, Humble, Cute, Interesting, Humourous and all that is nice Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Alright, I think I shall get back to playing my WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Speaking of which, the queue to get into WoW is horrendous. I cringed in pain everytime I see myself queuing at the end of a 800 people queue. Horrible + Terrible + Incorrigible + Vegetable!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116452690009061042?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116452690009061042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116452690009061042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116452690009061042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116452690009061042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-we-planting-seed-of-bad-grades.html' title='Are we planting the Seed of Bad Grades?'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116437727959806663</id><published>2006-11-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:07:59.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Out</title><content type='html'>Just trying out this new Blogging software I have installed on my iMac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116437727959806663?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116437727959806663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116437727959806663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116437727959806663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116437727959806663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/trying-out.html' title='Trying Out'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116434294924319260</id><published>2006-11-24T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:35:49.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Mood</title><content type='html'>I am officially in the Holiday Mood. Nope, not the Christmasy mood, but the feeling of After-Exam Freedom (AEF). AEF is a very dangerous Mood to be in. It lets your guard down, tells your body to start to rest, gives you a floaty feeling and worst of all, takes away your ability to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the AEF is the kind of Mood that I do not wish to have, especially when I am still in the midst of my examinations. There is still one more paper to go, yet, I have resisted all attempts to study. I played my WoW, watched TV, read books and magazines, sleep late, Blog and generally, anything and everything that is unrelated to AA206.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising, as I start to Blog this, I have a new sensation. A sensation of nervousness, panicky and "Oh Crap, I haven't started anything. Good and Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good..........At least my engine is starting to roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad............I have to start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the first thing to do is to start on a material and slowly build up my enthusiasm and momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~Kenneth tilted his head and stared helplessly at his pile of Readings and Materials~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, the Hostile Readings and Materials glared angrily back at me. I think I shall approach them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how badly am I going to do for this paper. Same as ALL my other exams, my concentration span is painfully short. Maybe I cannot focus on the painful stuff I have to go through. Humans are designed to shy away from pain and relieve their comfort in non-pain zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too. I stay away from things that will harm me. Things that will make me kill my brain cells, increase my stress level, worsen my myopia, destroy my immuno-system. Yea, pretty much that kind of stuff. I think it is one of Nature's greatest gift to Humans. To protect and to lengthen their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall go and bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then read news on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fiddle with the computer, tweaking the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walk aimlessly around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sleep for awhile (been raining these few days, it will be a waste not to sleep in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WoW a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I think it will be too late to start anything. How about starting tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116434294924319260?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116434294924319260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116434294924319260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116434294924319260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116434294924319260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-mood.html' title='Holiday Mood'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116415151174495865</id><published>2006-11-22T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:25:11.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off we go</title><content type='html'>The battle will commence in around 1 hour and 45 minutes. No-one knows how potentially devastating the war will be. There will be casualties. There will be sufferings. Yes, it will be a never-ending vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it will be off to the Battleground we go.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116415151174495865?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116415151174495865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116415151174495865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116415151174495865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116415151174495865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/off-we-go.html' title='Off we go'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116400695318433086</id><published>2006-11-20T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:16:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write down of Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" style="border:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$1,693.62&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argggggg.....&lt;a href="http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2005/10/can-i-exchange-my-blog-for-money.html"&gt;my blog has depreciated in value.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Loss on Blog (P/L)       $1693.62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Cr Blog (Asset)                         $1693.62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To account for loss in value&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116400695318433086?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116400695318433086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116400695318433086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116400695318433086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116400695318433086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/write-down-of-value.html' title='Write down of Value'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116395742928353775</id><published>2006-11-20T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:30:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous</title><content type='html'>I think the current examination system will breed a new group of weird and crazy people. I guess a lot of us cram one semester worth of stuff into a few days. Praying that a miracle will occur that we may suddenly understand it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miracle has indeed surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the creation of this bunch of weird, nutty and scary people. Many camped out in the campus' seminar rooms. The Canteens even turned into instance Refuge Camps. The faint lights and several flickering lap-top screens failed to lighten the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of Learning then? What is the purpose of Going for Seminar or Lecture classes? What is the purpose of this whole thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between reality and idealism, I guess the system has chosen the former. Who cares about you? The school has thousands of students to take care of, year after year. It is merely going through the motion. Register for subjects, 14 weeks of lesson, Project Presentation, Class "interaction", Register for Calculators, Examination Venue and Seating Number, Examination, Marking (hmmmm), Check Results. Next batch, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the Marking of the Examination Scripts. How much faith do anyone have on these activity? Marking? Grading? Hmmm, I need to request an Assurance on this activity. Must engage one of the Big 4 to provide their opinion on the validity of the whole Marking thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can rant and rave about the system. Yet, I am just a victim of this merciless clockwork of bureacracy. Can my opionion change this clockwork? I guess it will be easier to ask George Bush to recall all the US troops in Iraq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116395742928353775?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116395742928353775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116395742928353775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116395742928353775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116395742928353775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/dangerous.html' title='Dangerous'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116368934787226172</id><published>2006-11-16T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:02:27.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREWED.....third time</title><content type='html'>I am SOOO GOOD at screwing and skewing things up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2005/11/major-screwed-up.html"&gt;First time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/04/screwed-up-once-again.html"&gt;Second time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home run today......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116368934787226172?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116368934787226172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116368934787226172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116368934787226172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116368934787226172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/screwedthird-time.html' title='SCREWED.....third time'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116355924953789440</id><published>2006-11-15T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:54:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I so wanna get</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2688/1093/1600/gallery-big-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2688/1093/320/gallery-big-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2688/1093/1600/gallery-big-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2688/1093/320/gallery-big-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2688/1093/1600/gallery-big-04.jpg"&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2688/1093/1600/gallery-big-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT MY MACBOOK BLACK.........The style, the ease of use, the applelicous factor.....~~~droops~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116355924953789440?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116350401055572074</id><published>2006-11-14T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:33:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT HAPPEN.........</title><content type='html'>If I Am not Myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Become another Person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Cannot buy the latest MacBook with Duo Core 2 processor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Dare not Try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Eat another Human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Fail to get a Job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Gonna to Die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Have to Lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Irritate the hell out of my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Join the Dark Side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Know that the world is coming to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Lose myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Marry the Wrong Woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Never started anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Open the Pandora's Box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Press the Detonate button?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Queue up for a Movie Tickets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Rush to Meet you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Said Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Teach myself a lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Untie the Love Knot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Vow to Be with You Forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Want to Leave You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Xenophobically destroyed all Foreigners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Yearn for Freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Zap all the people I hate out of existence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116350401055572074?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116350401055572074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116350401055572074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116350401055572074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116350401055572074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-happen.html' title='WHAT HAPPEN.........'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116349369033112537</id><published>2006-11-14T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:41:30.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://slimderella.bobbin-comic.com/01.html"&gt;Thinking of losing weight?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there need to be a better and more EFFECTIVE Way to Educate the Public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116349369033112537?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116349369033112537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116349369033112537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116349369033112537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116349369033112537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to Think About'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116347195212727152</id><published>2006-11-14T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:50:57.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diao diao diAo</title><content type='html'>The probability of me losing thursday's paper is relatively high. By losing, I mean I will just "lose it". I am calm but not confidence, I am notdoinganything buy not nonchalence and I am screwy but not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like 2 hours since I have woken up and yet, my mind refuses to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Brain, let's negotiate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bah.....I do no need to talk to you. You are pathetic without my presence. A simpleton without any zest, a moron without any thoughts and a zombie without a soul. I am your Soul and your everything. Begone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Brain, please cooperate this time. My AA304 paper is only less than 2 days away. Time is slipping away as we speak. Please study. Please read. Please absorb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a nincompoop. Muhahaha, you can ask your beloved eyes to see, you can ask your handy hands to write and practice. What use of them without me. What is the use of Seeing but not Reading, What is the use of Writing but not Understanding. Your existence has expired. Begone and let me rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well. Okay. Erm,....nothing......NOOOOOOO, Hands don't crush Mr Brain!!!! Stop it! Stop it! Oh well, I guess I have to continue on without my Brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I need to rely on myself from this point onwards. Mr Brain is now a bloody mess of goo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall plan my day then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1100am -1300 - I shall do AA304 Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 1500 - 1720 - I shall read up from Seminar 13 to Seminar 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 2000 - 2200 - I shall do AA304 Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think..oops, can't think....errrr....I believe I can hopefully cover most of the stuff that I am doing. All the best for my planning. Hope I stick to them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"revenge....i shall have my revenge...blood shall flow..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116347195212727152?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116347195212727152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116347195212727152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116347195212727152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116347195212727152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/diao-diao-diao.html' title='Diao diao diAo'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116341660140133237</id><published>2006-11-13T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:16:41.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just finished eating</title><content type='html'>Ok....now I am really dead.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will screw my 304 up......:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116341660140133237?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116341660140133237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116341660140133237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116341660140133237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116341660140133237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-finished-eating.html' title='Just finished eating'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116340057784110224</id><published>2006-11-13T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:26:51.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT A B</title><content type='html'>Stupid group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116340057784110224?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116340057784110224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116340057784110224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116340057784110224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116340057784110224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-b.html' title='GOT A B'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116339115975136962</id><published>2006-11-13T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:12:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-words-are-elsewhere.html"&gt;I said before I will be back......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fiddle with the Apple blogging stuff, but still it is not comparable to plain blogging sites like blogspot. I cannot put fancy stuff that the web community has designed for blogspot, typepad, etc onto my Apple webby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I wanted to blog at Apple's webby is because I paid for it and hope that it reallllllly belonged to me. I am REALLY worried that one day Blogspot will just say, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Blogspot Users. I am sorry to announce that Blogspot will not be functioning anymore and Blogspot will be closed down with immediate effect. Thank you for your past patronage to Blogspot. God bless you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my information, Mr Kenneth Kong, it is noon time and your exam is like a few days later. Please go and study. Stop fiddling with Blogspot. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116339115975136962?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116339115975136962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116339115975136962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116339115975136962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116339115975136962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/am-back.html' title='Am back'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116320982577879768</id><published>2006-11-11T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:50:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny days where are you?</title><content type='html'>Very sian de leh. Exam so fast lai liao. Ke yi see my sweat come out like lao sai liddat. In fact I lao saied a few times also. Aiyo, Exam no joke one. Make me siao siao de. Haben really kai shi study, only read through some materials. Some....some....some.....some = a little weeny peeny eeny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I can see your 3 BIG BIG line of cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I am joking. Its true. I haben really started anything. Si le, really si le. Maybe as the lao ren say, the older the ginger, the hotter it is. So I am in my third year, therefore, I am one of the "HOTTEST" around....~~~Thank you, thank you~~~I want to Gan Xie my Family, my Friends, You who is reading my blog, my school, and most IMPORTANTLY, MYSELF, ME &amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I REALLY meant was, maybe because I am already third year le, so the SENSE of URGENCY died down within me. Machiam got equation liddat. The More the Years you are in the School, the Lower your Sense of Urgency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, there are another SCHOOL OF THOUGHT leh. People say that because last year le, so must PIA/CHONG!/HOOT!, so can get First Class Honours. I no First Class le. Second Class upper also DARN HARD. Siao le. I sure die le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Then yesterday very Jialat. Deloitte LOST MY APPLICATION FORM.... DOt DoT dOT....&lt;br /&gt;So have to go and REWRITE EVERYTING and Sent back. So sad right. Dun even know if they will accept me in the first place. So much effort by poor Kenneth. Ke lian de ren........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Derricky guy still refuse to leave my house. Si can lan da de bu zou. hai~~~~~no choice lor. Just take it like doing charity. He so poor thing, face liddat, dunnoe still got who wan to be his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hao le, enough le. Need to study study study study study...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116320982577879768?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116320982577879768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116320982577879768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116320982577879768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116320982577879768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunny-days-where-are-you.html' title='Sunny days where are you?'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116288109951868487</id><published>2006-11-07T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:31:39.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One two three four five, once i caught a fish alive</title><content type='html'>Six seven eight nine ten, i feed the fish to my hen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame lame lame.....-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, it seems that the time of the semester is here. Exams. ***BLEAH***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to study real hard. Its my last semester with 3 cores. Need to ace them. But I know I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are other factors involved. I am just plain lazy. There ain't a trace of Tenacity or Hardworkingness or Ganbateness in me. Sad right. But I get to laze around without feeling much guilt. Although I can't stand others working while I laze around. LOL........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116288109951868487?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116288109951868487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116288109951868487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116288109951868487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116288109951868487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-two-three-four-five-once-i-caught.html' title='One two three four five, once i caught a fish alive'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116201277420112660</id><published>2006-10-28T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:19:34.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very difficult issit?</title><content type='html'>The Human Resources Department&lt;br /&gt;10 Collyer Quay, #30-00,&lt;br /&gt;Sinagapore 045995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RE: Demand for a JOB FROM YOUR COMPANY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am lazy, boring and uncreative. Seriously, I do not know why you want to recruit me. I send this resume and cover letter is because I cannot stand other people landing a job, while I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results suck. I don't have any CCA records. I don't have any achievement. I do know how to whine, slack, steal from office and pretty much rot my life away. Rest assure, I won't be doing anything. I do not need any supervision. I do need someone to breath down my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have simple requests. First, my expected Monthly Salary is S$5,000 for the first year, and pretty much increase by 20% every year with a bonus of half a year. I plan to arrive at work at around 2pm and expect to leave the office at 5pm sharp. I am very particular about timings. I need to do my work (if I do indeed) in a big office room, prefably facing south towards Marina Bay and on the 40th floor. I can't concentrate in nosiy and clustered environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to contact me. And give me the job. Thanks but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your unsincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116201277420112660?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116201277420112660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116201277420112660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116201277420112660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116201277420112660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/10/very-difficult-issit.html' title='Very difficult issit?'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-116057739337369801</id><published>2006-10-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:36:37.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with my tummy?</title><content type='html'>The world is a bit fuzzy recently. Literally. From the LOFTY heights of my Room (at the 36th floor), the world beneath me is a white foamy sea. Everyone is blaming our dear neighbour, even its In-charge has to apologise. Sometimes you think you are your own man, yet, many times others' actions do deeply affect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another corner of the world. The people are up against their President. Of course, the President is protected by his own supporters, yet, the Irony is that what Democracy brings? If Democracy vows to give the Power of Control to the People, the question now stays, to Whom do Democracy gives the Power to? Majority wins? But what if there are no Majority? 50-50 (for statistically correctness, the range should be around 45-55)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same corner of the world, someone wants to show the world what he can do. Ego. Pride. National Dignity. Yea....only the MIGHTY NUCLEAR WEAPON can symbol all that. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...as far as I am concern, my tummy now feels quite queerish. THAT IS BIG NEWS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-116057739337369801?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/116057739337369801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=116057739337369801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116057739337369801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/116057739337369801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-with-my-tummy.html' title='What&apos;s with my tummy?'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-115475211850355707</id><published>2006-08-05T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:28:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than words</title><content type='html'>For the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONCERNED, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've repeatedly say that I've moved blog, ie, switch to another place in the world wide web to bitch, to rant and to write. But for old times sake, I have decidedly to yet again leave my precious words here. So ego of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          After an enjoyable yet monotonous yet educational yet dull yet mental-torturing yet profitable yet invigorating yet draining 10 weeks of Professional Attachment (which only earned me a measly income of 1200 dollars (plus minus)(which I could easily spend with 4 hours= hairdo, new C bag, new clothes, converse shoes, books, magazines). In fact, I could have earned more and put my time to more productive use during this period (like leveling my WOW character to lvl 60). None-the-less, I have fulfiled what the school required of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Thankfully, after the 10 weeks of no-life, I embarked on a trip to Hong Kong. It was not bad, but only tooooooooooo HOT. Mental note to Kenneth, NEVER GO TO HK DURING THE JUNE TO AUGUST PERIOD. Shop shop shop. The Disneyland was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok. I need to be more truthful!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its really disappointing....:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            And there were these 2 weeks of rest before the school reopens. Hmmm, NBS is always open, need to rephrase. And there were these 2 weeks of rest before the new acedemic year starts once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           And to the CONCERNED (ie, specifically to THIS PERSON who is Hard of Hearing in HER normal days), I have started writing in ANOTHER PLACE....:)&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-115475211850355707?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/115475211850355707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=115475211850355707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/115475211850355707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/115475211850355707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-than-words.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;More than words&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-115078384735983349</id><published>2006-06-20T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:10:47.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a Time Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am now plain wilding my time away. There aint much to do now. I cannot even believe that I am in a little Office, with a breathtaking view of the city and Chinatown and doing my blogging, surfing the net, oning my MSN and tuning in to iTunes. Hey, its really a tough job, ok? (To constantly worry about people suddenly walking into the room.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;As at NOW, my Professional Attachment is expiring in 3 WEEKS, 3 DAYS and 3 more HOURS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hmmm, already started making plans with Derrick on our HongKong Trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ok, I last visited Hong Kong was like SOooooOOooO many years ago. I do hope HK still retains its Oriental beauty with a Western Attitude. Hopefully its not that badly tainted by ATs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Here is a list of the stuff that I really like to DO, VISIT and PLAY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1. Chilling out at Lan Kwei Fong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;2. Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;3. EATING....can't really think of a particular food...BUT DIMSUM and BEANCURD...definitely a MUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;4. SHOPPING and GET DROWNED IN THE SHOPPERS' PARADISE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;5. TO BE FILLED LATER....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am drafting a story about my HATRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Getting materials and simply writing it as and when my mood comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;.....I can sense someone coming in........STEALTH MODE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-115078384735983349?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/115078384735983349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=115078384735983349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/115078384735983349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/115078384735983349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/06/need-time-out.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Need a Time Out&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-115003818876121584</id><published>2006-06-11T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:03:08.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>It has been sometime, yet again, that I have been blogging here. I have crapped my craps at my other blog.... but being a nostalgic me, I love this place. It is the beginning my craps and life stories and other crazy stuff. AND being a practical me, I need to keep posting here. I fear that Blogger may start shutting down inactive blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the midst of my PA. Horrendous and Fun. Tired and Invigorating. If anything else, it reminds me of the cold reality of life.......that I will be working soon. Graduation is only the starting point. After soooo many years of studying, worrying for the exams, getting cranky before the release of exam results and the horror of receiving resultsm all these are but the pillars and poles that supports the new platform that I will soon be stepping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a constant struggle. Do I really have to live a normal life. The Singaporean life? The world is not small. The stage is not small. So do I really have to fit my platform to the puny stage in Singapore or the vast world out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-115003818876121584?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/115003818876121584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=115003818876121584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/115003818876121584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/115003818876121584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-time-no-see.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Long time no see&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-114609803151528127</id><published>2006-04-27T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:33:51.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tinge of Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Feeling the urge to blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Eveningsong to fly to Booty Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just one hour, my AA205 exam is starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is painfully dark and ominously starting to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in just a few more hours....FREEDOM!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-114609803151528127?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/114609803151528127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=114609803151528127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114609803151528127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114609803151528127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/04/tinge-of-nostalgia.html' title='A tinge of Nostalgia'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-114597165555237694</id><published>2006-04-25T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:27:35.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREWED UP ONCE AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2005/11/major-screwed-up.html"&gt;http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2005/11/major-screwed-up.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREWED UP once again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love COmpany LAw......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-114597165555237694?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/114597165555237694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=114597165555237694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114597165555237694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114597165555237694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/04/screwed-up-once-again.html' title='SCREWED UP ONCE AGAIN'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-114585476222560342</id><published>2006-04-24T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:59:22.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH ok....Hao le</title><content type='html'>I guess blogspot is afraid that I will complain to Google bah....Niak niak Niak.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-114585476222560342?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/114585476222560342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=114585476222560342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114585476222560342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114585476222560342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-okhao-le.html' title='OH ok....Hao le'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-114585347773592596</id><published>2006-04-24T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:37:57.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not happy</title><content type='html'>Why I cannot post? Blogspot must have taken its stupid revenge upon me.....:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-114585347773592596?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/114585347773592596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=114585347773592596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114585347773592596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114585347773592596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-not-happy.html' title='I am not happy'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-114585317354993154</id><published>2006-04-24T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:32:53.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanna rejected...try again</title><content type='html'>I don’t understand why blogspot rejected my previous posting. Hai~~~ I guess blogspot is angry with me for switching to another more personal blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-114585317354993154?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/114585317354993154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=114585317354993154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114585317354993154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114585317354993154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/04/kanna-rejectedtry-again.html' title='Kanna rejected...try again'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-114580703873895100</id><published>2006-04-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:43:58.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewal post</title><content type='html'>It has been sometime since I have stopped by here. Yet, the nostalgic feeling still lingers. Just felt like leaving a few words here just to keep this blog breathing. I am afraid that Google, aka owner of Blogspot, will close this blog down due to its inactivity. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have linked my new blog to this older blog as a remembrance and history. So I have to keep this blog going too. It is part of the Memory.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As I am writing, or rather typing, I am still reading my Company Law. The feeling of the exams coming to an end soon, had drained all the energy and enthusiasm of studying from me. Yey, one week of break, before the Permanent Agony…..PA.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This PA has robbed me of everything that I have fought for….Freedom. After slogging for a semester, I really hoped for a decent rest, never mind that it is only a paltry of 2 and half months……&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gosh…..gory….gruelsome. I hate the system. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Blog more at my new blog.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-114580703873895100?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/114580703873895100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=114580703873895100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114580703873895100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114580703873895100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/04/renewal-post.html' title='Renewal post'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-114465755762102774</id><published>2006-04-10T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T16:25:57.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My words are elsewhere</title><content type='html'>It has been sometime since I blogged here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And it has been an eventful year.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Many cringe in tears,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A woeful announcement that they hear.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Many a days my words are dear,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And they are left in another Vale.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cry not my dears,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One day I shall be again be back here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-114465755762102774?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/114465755762102774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=114465755762102774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114465755762102774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114465755762102774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-words-are-elsewhere.html' title='My words are elsewhere'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-114083998908146036</id><published>2006-02-25T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:59:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specially for Fiona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Had a makanlicious time with FY, Joy, Lixia and Fiona. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ate at Fish &amp; Cole.......I had a smoked salmon salad.....Forgive me I REALLY HATE seafood and fish-type food, except the all HOLY SALMON.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After which, we headed to Ben &amp;amp; Jerry and chilled out and ice-creamed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then the topic shifted to horrors of all horrors....HUIXIAN.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They asked me who she was or what she was........because of they read my previous blog about Her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SO FOR FIONA.......whose has an insatriable appetite for kaypohness....please go to her blog and judge for yourself what kind of person she is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am not going to talk behind HUIXIAN's back...considering its a huge landmass....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am not going to anchor your heuristics.....by spreading truths about Her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://samheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;VISIT THE PRINCESS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK ON THE LINK TO VISIT THE PRINCESS!!! DUN BE SHY!!! COME ON COME ON!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-114083998908146036?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/114083998908146036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=114083998908146036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114083998908146036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114083998908146036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/02/specially-for-fiona.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Specially for Fiona&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-114050287598428126</id><published>2006-02-21T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:21:16.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week in a Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAD A SMASHING TIME ON MY BIRTHDAY.....thanks people!!!! All of you....INCLUDING THOSE WHO FORGOT THAT FEB 15 is MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***Jus some grousing.........I keep telling hsien loong not to celebrate my birthday le....but he insisted and I had to tell him to change the day from "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KENNETH DAY" to "TOTAL DEFENCE DAY". I also told him not to sound the Civil Defence Warning Siren at 12.05 pm, but he insisted. Hai~~~~***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life pretty much goes on except that I have lost my free time to......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. iCEE project work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. Hitching a Plan to Murder Irritating people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Project work is Really irritating.....you have to work with other individuals that you probably be spending time to curse and swear about. WORKING WITH THEM is certainly not on the list. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(DISCLAIMER: No, no its not you! I am GLAD its not you and YeS its not you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think project work with undesirable personnel should be considered a HAZARD. Especially for one group that I am concern with....the one with a sleeping CEO&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;....(huixian, i am not refering to you......i will refer to you later in this blog). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I guess, this is the way NBS is trying to train us. Giving us the shock treatment now by placing IRRITANTS within the group or team. Rather than die of shock when we enter to the workforce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How then to react to such personnels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You want work to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You expect quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You want timeliness in completion of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You want an A for the Report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yet, existence of such personnel surely will make your blood boil (HUIXIAN, I AM NOT REFERING TO YOU LA....YOU WILL HAVE A PREMIUM SLOT LATER!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The best bet is to accomodate that person and ignore her. Opps, I mean him or her. For those linguist idiots....by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;accomodating I mean to acknowledge her physical presence and ignoring her mental existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I mean, later in your worklife, you cannot go to your BOSS and says, "Lao Ban, that girl very lazy and sleeps all day. I want to mark her down." Not like now, "Teacher teacher, I don't like her. She sleeps all day. I want to mark her down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I agree that NBS did not articulate properly how to deal with irritants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's get cracking, we are out of thame.&lt;--the "joke" is only for seminar-mates of AA205 under prof foo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUIXIAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This story started when a cute little innocent boy (CLIB) was queuing up for food. ANd this Hi_Eous MON_Rous HO_ _ ENDOUS Big Girl hereafter known as 2 (why 2? please read up on the Engima Code) stood behind the CLIB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So 2 started to hit on CLIB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;CLIB was scared. CLIB was intimidated. CLIB was over-shadowed. CLIB couldn't escapre (his beef baked-rice was still in the process of cooking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2: You dun keep disturbing me can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;CLIB: Arggggg, you are hideous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2: YOU DUN FORCE ME TO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TURN ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;CLIB: ARGGGG....nooooo....I dun wan to TURN YOU ON........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, everyone knows how desirable is CLIB.....but ermmmm......CLIB has his own ethics and principles.....sorry 2....CLIB will NOT WANT TO TURN YOU ON!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-114050287598428126?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/114050287598428126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=114050287598428126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114050287598428126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/114050287598428126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/02/week-in-blog.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The week in a Blog&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113990142591078436</id><published>2006-02-14T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:17:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>n e r v o u s b r e a k d o w n</title><content type='html'>n e r v o u s b r e a k d o w n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f  u  l  l  s  t  o  p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e   n   u   f   f   s   a   i   d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113990142591078436?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113963051329053016</id><published>2006-02-11T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T12:01:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHaT THe EarTH Am I DoinG?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JuSt As I have EXPECTED.......I am almost half-way through my semester......&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 Facing me there are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Company Law ASSignment&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;iCEE proJEct&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;MarketiNG PROJECT&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 myraid of other minor stuff.............&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;Nevermind&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;Expected&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;Just yesterday, I accompanied my brother to collect his O'Level results. His results were within expectation. And once again, I was like reliving those cruel period of receiving results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now I am tampering and toying with another software for blogs. May be moving away from blogspot.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*niak niak....only selected people can get to know my new addy........**cough**so that I can bitch about**cough** those who read this blog**coughcough**&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;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/12735205-113963051329053016?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113963051329053016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113963051329053016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113963051329053016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113963051329053016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-earth-am-i-doing.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;WHaT THe EarTH Am I DoinG?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113907663297238427</id><published>2006-02-05T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:10:32.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIFIed</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a friend of mine, I have WIFI my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woppee......I can stylishly surf my APPLE Lappie at the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can consider setting up a LAN shop at my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dad complained that the HOUSE is filled with radio-wave now......too much of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must blogging.......this post is just to test out the WIFI.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO SLEEP!!! IT's VERY LATE.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113907663297238427?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113907663297238427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113907663297238427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113907663297238427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113907663297238427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/02/wified.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;WIFIed&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113896796205919823</id><published>2006-02-03T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:55:06.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak to my Toenail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ThIS iS KenioUS BLoGGiNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KeNNEth UlTimA EgO&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;BLAH! MoI FAmILY lEft ME!!! in SInGApoRE &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; FlY tO TAIwAN feR CNY.&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;LoOK lIKE MOI hAS tO BE ALONE......CrINGING in SOLiTUde......&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; NoT FERgITting dE LoST oPPortuNItiES fer ADDITIONNA IncOme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LooK lIKe a LoNELY Start Fer de Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRiEND of MINe oFFERed moI to Spend de CNY eVe at HIS home.......wiTH hIS KorEAn RoomIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitous! (but onLY FEr A few Seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ThEN ON De FiRSt DaY oF CNY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WEnt OVEr to Moi AuNT's PlaCe fER SteAmSHiP.....cAllIng it A BoAt wouLD bE UNdeR-ExaGGeraTinG iT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN MAHJONG!!!!!! MoI Was de SECOND BIGGEST WINNER......Goode Starte fER dE YeAR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROttED aT HoME FEr de NeXt FeW DaYs wiTH Moi FrIend, DER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PlAYed WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WaTCHed TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; EAt &amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; EaT &amp;&amp;amp; Eat &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; eAT &amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; eaT &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; eat.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlaH!!!! WHaT a CNY................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/12735205-113896796205919823?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113896796205919823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113896796205919823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113896796205919823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113896796205919823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/02/speak-to-my-toenail.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Speak to my Toenail&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113829934943533960</id><published>2006-01-27T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T02:15:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memiors of a Gey Siao 2</title><content type='html'>27/01/2006&lt;br /&gt;Barely have I stepped into the world of Gey Siao, I realised that there are more competent Gey Siaos than me. They have taken this art-form to the highest level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek to understand how someone can so conveniently siam their jobs? Real hard, especially if they have been told to do something earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who really Gey Siao until I also cannot tahan. Like the incident that occured when my friend was coming out of the MRT. These two Gey Siaos purposefully block the door, and the poor people need to squeeze their way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this MAJOR GEY SIAO of the year.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT CLAIMED TO BE THE BEST OF THE BEST.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT CLAIMED TO COST A LOT OF MONEY.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT CLAIMED TO PROVIDE GOOD VISUAL EFFECTS........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a major Gey Siao it was!!!!!! I award it a quarter of star out of five......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the BEST Gey Siaos I must commend are the Taxi Drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time 2300 hrs till 2345 hrs.......a lot of Taxi Drivers purposefully Gey Siao and avoid picking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a lot of empty cabs...but when I tried to flag them down....ALL GEY SIAO and NEVER SEE ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND....I went to call Cab.....ALL GEY SIAO AGAIN...NEVER RESPOND.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI~~~~~~THEN miraculously, when nearing the mid-night......these Gey Siaos all rushed out and suddenly flood the road....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face of all these competitions....how do I stand out????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113829934943533960?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113829934943533960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113829934943533960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113829934943533960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113829934943533960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/01/memiors-of-gey-siao-2.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Memiors of a Gey Siao 2&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113819939797526612</id><published>2006-01-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:29:58.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eveningsong sings his lonely tune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/15/91031896_68d836f4ee.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="floating1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the land of Kalimador, Eveningsong gets to experience strange things. Like a floating walrus. Eveningsong thinks that this land is cursed. Must level up even more to withstand the evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/18/91031897_a81bd55150.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="lifendeath" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live a warrior and die a warrior. Eveningsong thinks such are part and parcel of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113819939797526612?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113819939797526612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113819939797526612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113819939797526612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113819939797526612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/01/eveningsong-sings-his-lonely-tune.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Eveningsong sings his lonely tune&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113802473127829413</id><published>2006-01-23T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:44:07.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Gey Siao</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A story like mine should never been told.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If indeed all has been planned. Then it shall be a path I take. Only path?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mother say that I am like a water. Soft and wussy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet I feel that I need to be an Iron. I need to be strong in face of the adversaries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people have misunderstood about Gey Siaos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is a Gey Siao? Not just anyone who acts stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A true Gey Siao is one who can attain true stupidity and become ONE with stupdity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember my mentor had thought me that "A true Gey Siao can siam ALL work".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I challenged him. He told me to Pick any projects and work. Indeed, no matter which project groups he was assigned to, he was able to Gey Siao and siam all work. They dun call my mentor the Gey Siao King for nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More memiors coming up............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113802473127829413?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113802473127829413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113802473127829413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113802473127829413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113802473127829413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/01/memoirs-of-gey-siao.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Memoirs of a Gey Siao&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113790566392996263</id><published>2006-01-22T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:54:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>千世琐</title><content type='html'>梦的琐，谁的错？&lt;br /&gt;轻叹却已千年过。&lt;br /&gt;琉璃破，酒撒落。&lt;br /&gt;谁能缩醒装洒脱？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜已昨，旭东破，&lt;br /&gt;眼昂天地重山座。&lt;br /&gt;伊旁坐，声不做，&lt;br /&gt;思深脸凝固沉默。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鸳鸯魄，绣锦帛，&lt;br /&gt;织出一曲千世琐。&lt;br /&gt;桑田阔，无法躲，&lt;br /&gt;轮回依是你和我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情上琐，谁的错？&lt;br /&gt;错过今世不原活。&lt;br /&gt;红尘索，处飘泊，&lt;br /&gt;今生仍要守承诺。&lt;br /&gt;~Kenneth (Copyrighted 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if there is a promise made for a thousand years. Shall or can I keep it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113790566392996263?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113790566392996263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113790566392996263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113790566392996263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113790566392996263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;千世琐&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113790014796491574</id><published>2006-01-22T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T11:22:27.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of a Night-Elf's life 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/89524250_dd1c794a75.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="smellyarmpits" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the greatest heros and heroines battle out in the tumultous world, they will perspire. The night-elves, of grace and might, perspire too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of Worldtree, Eveningsong &lt;em&gt;wonders why there is no bathing facility within the world of Kalimador.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113790014796491574?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113790014796491574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113790014796491574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113790014796491574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113790014796491574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/01/days-of-night-elfs-life-1.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Days of a Night-Elf&apos;s life 1&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113786763519837293</id><published>2006-01-22T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:20:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Grace of Worldtree</title><content type='html'>As the lifeless Eveningsong, now in a morphed form of a seabear, tried to escapre, the evil Coastrunners kept attacking him. By the grace of Worldtree, the Night-elf Secluser arrived promptly. As priest, Secluser's magic has an enchanting power. Even the power to Cheat Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eveningsong soon lost the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demonic Coastrunners sneered at the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secluser swam nearer to the body and Brought Eveningsong back To Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/15/89336390_bb710ed846.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="saving2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113786763519837293?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113786763519837293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113786763519837293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113786763519837293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113786763519837293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-grace-of-worldtree.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;By the Grace of Worldtree&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113782363064830632</id><published>2006-01-21T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:07:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me or is the calendar getting lessser days</title><content type='html'>Looking through my things to do list and the calendar. I realised something. I have almost one third through my semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the bull-crap man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just like New Year a few days ago and now the sudden realisation that I am so near to the end of this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to undertake my PA soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to tinge myself in this cauldron of work, fakery, cold and relationless relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap man, I really have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai~~~days of being a taiziye are over. Really have to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113782363064830632?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113782363064830632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113782363064830632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113782363064830632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113782363064830632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-it-me-or-is-calendar-getting.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Is it me or is the calendar getting lessser days&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113767786572517207</id><published>2006-01-19T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:37:45.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Side of the Bed</title><content type='html'>Come a time when even the meekest of all will be reduced to a grunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten out of the wrong side of the bed. Considering that there is ONLY one side of my bed, the other side is the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have skewed up my day. Really grouchy and moody. AND I have a bad ulcer. I have always hated ulcer. But I wonder why my friends jump for joy? Hey, I still can talk, ok?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swelling of my right cheek is evident.................the stupid ulcer is KILLING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I saw that you you you, whoever you are, happily cheering away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is spoilt. I have given myself one day off. Paisei to the uncle whom I have glared so angrily when he abruptly crossed my path. Sorry to the ArseWhore that was queueing behind me......I really need to bend down and find my STRAITS TIMES and yes, I admit that I have held up the queue a bit..........stare at me like that again, I'll make sure that Singaporeans will see you on the newspaper. My regrets to the smokers puffing their lives away at the benches area, but still I wun take my curse back. My sincere apologies to the Foreign National for muttering "You smells". I smell too (of adidas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood was rotten to the max. Yup, to the max. Need to avoid people, otherwise my cynism will be further induced. @@refer to previous post@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a rest...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113767786572517207?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113767786572517207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113767786572517207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113767786572517207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113767786572517207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/01/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Wrong Side of the Bed&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113759716966054935</id><published>2006-01-18T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:12:49.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LIVE MY LIFE THE WAY I AM LIVING, NOT HOW YOU DICATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113759716966054935?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113759716966054935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113759716966054935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113759716966054935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113759716966054935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/01/motto-for-today_18.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Motto for today&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735205.post-113759716103884636</id><published>2006-01-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:12:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LIVE MY LIFE THE WAY I AM LIVING, NOT HOW YOU DICATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12735205-113759716103884636?l=ken0rn0t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/feeds/113759716103884636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12735205&amp;postID=113759716103884636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113759716103884636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12735205/posts/default/113759716103884636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ken0rn0t.blogspot.com/2006/01/motto-for-today.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Motto for today&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kenious Kongiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433736408601061976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos14.flickr.com/13799916_2697e86408.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
