<?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-8637993111380574922</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:04:52.407+08:00</updated><category term='sun'/><category term='Parrot'/><category term='fun'/><category term='sea'/><category term='ring'/><category term='funeral sad pictures fun'/><category term='Fat'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='bintan'/><title type='text'>xiao pang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-3035603693240680877</id><published>2010-06-07T06:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T06:50:33.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humster night out with me.</title><content type='html'>The night out with humster was nice. Music and coffee are the ways to relaxtion for me. But Mr Humster actions makes me bewildered. Never mind. I shall not probe or say further. I just know what to believe or what not to believe especially when it comes to Mr Hum. HHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is... dare me only when you are ready.. not say say.. Cos too much saying will only show that you are all talk and no actions.. OOPS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-3035603693240680877?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3035603693240680877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=3035603693240680877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3035603693240680877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3035603693240680877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/humster-night-out-with-me.html' title='Humster night out with me.'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-4816522256718517450</id><published>2010-06-07T06:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T06:37:43.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>No wonder some people say that ghosts are nothing to be afraid of.. It is human who are more fearful. You never know what they think and the plot they set up to let you walk into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just dont know who to trust. You pour yourself to them and in the end, they held something against you. No wonder I dont really trust people. I believe in protecting myself because you never know when you will be betrayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-4816522256718517450?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4816522256718517450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=4816522256718517450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4816522256718517450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4816522256718517450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-1572279915025221805</id><published>2010-01-07T02:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T02:38:21.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Years old soon</title><content type='html'>Time flies... I just blink blink my eyes and 33 years had passed. SO SAD!!!.. scary lei.. 7 more years the BIG 4 will come... AND this is my first blog in 2010!! Its sad to see my friends getting fatter and fatter as they aged with me *wink* . Gone are the days when I am wild yet innocent (sound contradicting). The future is awaiting for a sweeter and nicer KEN (as always).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some forecast towards 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Gal Sally&lt;/strong&gt; will still be as black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fatty Flora &lt;/strong&gt;will continue to "blossom" &lt;refer to fatty leonard forecast for the meaning of blossom&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celest Aka Cannon Ball&lt;/strong&gt; will stil be as big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fatty Leonard &lt;/strong&gt;will still be as fat, er, no fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tutster Jeff&lt;/strong&gt; is not longer TUT!!! more slut in fact!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini Stella&lt;/strong&gt; still as mini (I shall be nice to her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sky dark dark&lt;/strong&gt; may become bright!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CPR&lt;/strong&gt; shall not provide CPR but prvovide me with more treats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shitty&lt;/strong&gt; will be prettier after her plastic surgery!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WY &lt;/strong&gt;will develop six packs and become more handsome *wink again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND new MEMBER &lt;strong&gt;HUANG SHANG&lt;/strong&gt;, hmmmm maybe can join black gal sally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;Ken&lt;/strong&gt; will be younger and younger oh, and more handsome!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NICE YEAR... HAPPY 2010~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-1572279915025221805?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1572279915025221805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=1572279915025221805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1572279915025221805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1572279915025221805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/33-years-old-soon.html' title='33 Years old soon'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-234395290404204228</id><published>2009-05-29T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:11:26.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>对不起,我不爱你</title><content type='html'>该来的你逃不开该去的你会明白&lt;br /&gt;欺骗自己对你我也没有意义&lt;br /&gt;爱你已经到了结局为何还勉强自己&lt;br /&gt;说一声分离这一切都是天注定&lt;br /&gt;对不起我不爱你请别伤心&lt;br /&gt;应该放弃为自己找另一个伴侣&lt;br /&gt;你说我是你今生唯一&lt;br /&gt;可是我对你已没有感情&lt;br /&gt;我不爱你对不起&lt;br /&gt;我已经不属於你一切分清&lt;br /&gt;我有自己的天地而你依然是你&lt;br /&gt;别再为我哭哭啼啼别再对我说舍不得你&lt;br /&gt;我不爱你 so sorry&lt;br /&gt;爱情这游戏我玩不起&lt;br /&gt;我不想你再为我继续伤心 oh baby&lt;br /&gt;我只能说声我不再爱你说我无情无义&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to hurt you so deep&lt;br /&gt;对你我也没有意义&lt;br /&gt;so sorry&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-234395290404204228?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/234395290404204228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=234395290404204228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/234395290404204228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/234395290404204228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_5288.html' title='对不起,我不爱你'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-4695829949652554707</id><published>2009-05-29T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:19:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>寂寞先生</title><content type='html'>你的笑容是恩惠　世界難得那麼美&lt;br /&gt;於是追 要你陪　可惜本能終會將美麗汗水化成淚水&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黑夜之所以會黑　叫醒人心裡的鬼&lt;br /&gt;在遊說 在縈迴　在體內是什麼 在把我摧毀在傷痕累累 我可以無所謂　寂寞卻一直掉眼淚&lt;br /&gt;人類除了擅長頹廢　做什麼都不對　Oh Im not okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我假裝無所謂　才看不到心被擰碎&lt;br /&gt;人在愛情裡越殘廢　就會越多安慰　無論(有)多虛偽 空虛並非是詞彙　能夠形容的魔鬼&lt;br /&gt;它支配著行為　能擺脫寂寞我什麼都肯給　就像個傀儡&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-4695829949652554707?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4695829949652554707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=4695829949652554707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4695829949652554707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4695829949652554707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_29.html' title='寂寞先生'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-5039848477566464728</id><published>2009-05-26T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:05:49.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果有一天</title><content type='html'>如果我可以，&lt;br /&gt;我会保护妳,&lt;br /&gt;抱紧妳，说和我在一起，好吗？&lt;br /&gt;如果我可以，&lt;br /&gt;我会牵着妳，一起走。&lt;br /&gt;只有我和妳。一直走， 一直走。&lt;br /&gt;至到你累了。我才放手。&lt;br /&gt;可是， 我真的可以吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-5039848477566464728?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5039848477566464728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=5039848477566464728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5039848477566464728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5039848477566464728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/tian.html' title='如果有一天'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-8141406109688223832</id><published>2009-05-26T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:54:14.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我不想忘记你</title><content type='html'>我在向前走却像在退后&lt;br /&gt;我在用想念狂欢寂寞&lt;br /&gt;越快乐就越失落&lt;br /&gt;爱将我们高高举起以后&lt;br /&gt;再让心学会坠落&lt;br /&gt;怀念这宽阔的天空&lt;br /&gt;虽然那里空气很稀薄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我努力想起你笑着哭泣&lt;br /&gt;让自己深爱你再学会放弃&lt;br /&gt;我不想忘记你&lt;br /&gt;就算可以&lt;br /&gt;我宁可记得所有伤心&lt;br /&gt;我努力想起你苦也没关系&lt;br /&gt;用祝福和感激勇敢失去你&lt;br /&gt;爱你这个决定&lt;br /&gt;虽然艰辛&lt;br /&gt;我不说对不起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人不懂什么是拥有&lt;br /&gt;两个人不懂怎么把握&lt;br /&gt;越在乎就越脆弱&lt;br /&gt;爱将我们高高举起以后&lt;br /&gt;再让心学会坠落&lt;br /&gt;怀念这宽阔的天空&lt;br /&gt;虽然那里空气很稀薄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我努力想起你笑着哭泣&lt;br /&gt;让自己深爱你再学会放弃&lt;br /&gt;我不想忘记你&lt;br /&gt;就算可以&lt;br /&gt;我宁可记得所有伤心&lt;br /&gt;我努力想起你苦也没关系&lt;br /&gt;用祝福和感激勇敢失去你&lt;br /&gt;爱你这个决定&lt;br /&gt;虽然艰辛&lt;br /&gt;我不说对不起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我努力想起你笑着哭泣&lt;br /&gt;让自己深爱你再学会放弃&lt;br /&gt;我不想忘记你&lt;br /&gt;就算可以&lt;br /&gt;我宁可记得所有伤心&lt;br /&gt;我努力想起你苦也没关系&lt;br /&gt;用祝福和感激勇敢失去你&lt;br /&gt;爱你这个决定&lt;br /&gt;虽然艰辛&lt;br /&gt;我不说对不起&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-8141406109688223832?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8141406109688223832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=8141406109688223832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8141406109688223832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8141406109688223832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='我不想忘记你'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-8868692253002666128</id><published>2009-05-18T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:39:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wan to be a father..</title><content type='html'>I wan to be a father.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grandchild for my parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a son / daughter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-8868692253002666128?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8868692253002666128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=8868692253002666128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8868692253002666128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8868692253002666128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wan-to-be-father.html' title='I wan to be a father..'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-2246403974889337370</id><published>2009-05-05T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:48:39.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma Kid...</title><content type='html'>Tat day at work.. I brought up this topic on medical checkup and I was happily popping this question to my colleagues and boss."Why do we need to strip naked when we go for our medical check up before we report to work?". My boss looked at me in bewilderment and asked" You mean you were told to strip naked when going for check up?" I replied "yeah". Then  my colleagues were asking me" did you ask the doctor why u need to strip?" and I replied" No, I tot that was normal?" and they all laughed. I have no idea why they laughed. My boss then said" Seriously, I don know why u are told to strip. I went for my medical checkup and I was not told to strip". I was stunned and ask:"how could it be, I tot this should be a normal routine?" He said:" if you don believe, ask Tony, he just reported to work" not believeing, I called Tony and the answer is NO. We went to the same clinic!!!! My boss asked:"how naked were u?" I told him" totally, he asked me to strip without my underwear!!!! and touch the BXXXS" Not bellieving, I asked around... nobody need to strip naked when they go for their check up.. WHY ME!! and it happened almost 1.5 years ago!! No wonder the doc seemed weird to me with a big mole at the side of his nose. with a little bit of a broken wrist.. and best thing, he asked if I lead a PROMISCUOUS life!!!! All I see later was my colleagues and boss laughing madly telling the whole world I am traumatised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!! Till now, I am deemed as a disturbed child by them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-2246403974889337370?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2246403974889337370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=2246403974889337370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/2246403974889337370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/2246403974889337370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/trauma-kid.html' title='Trauma Kid...'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-757196305871806868</id><published>2009-04-27T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:46:25.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>安静了</title><content type='html'>只剩下钢琴陪我站在这里&lt;br /&gt;梦想中属于我们的婚礼&lt;br /&gt;却成了单人结婚进行曲&lt;br /&gt;在这场爱情角力的拔河里&lt;br /&gt;爱我还是爱你&lt;br /&gt;你选择了自己&lt;br /&gt;woo~&lt;br /&gt;撒娇的可爱的女人的爱哭的&lt;br /&gt;照片里曾经的都是你喜欢的&lt;br /&gt;如今我还在原地&lt;br /&gt;你却走回你的记忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我爱你太多&lt;br /&gt;就快要把你淹没&lt;br /&gt;你害怕幸福短暂一秒就崩落&lt;br /&gt;分开是一种解脱&lt;br /&gt;让你好好的想过&lt;br /&gt;我想要的那片天空&lt;br /&gt;你是不是能够给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我给你太多&lt;br /&gt;却不能给我什么&lt;br /&gt;分不清激情&lt;br /&gt;承诺永恒或迷惑&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一道伤口&lt;br /&gt;我们各自苦痛&lt;br /&gt;沉默是我最后的药&lt;br /&gt;是因为我太爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo~&lt;br /&gt;撒娇的可爱的女人的爱哭的&lt;br /&gt;照片里曾经的都是你喜欢的&lt;br /&gt;如今我还在原地&lt;br /&gt;你却走回你的记忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我爱你太多&lt;br /&gt;就快要把你淹没&lt;br /&gt;你害怕幸福短暂一秒就崩落&lt;br /&gt;分开是一种解脱&lt;br /&gt;让你好好的想过&lt;br /&gt;我想要的那片天空&lt;br /&gt;你是不是能够给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我给你太多&lt;br /&gt;却不能给我什么&lt;br /&gt;分不清激情&lt;br /&gt;承诺永恒或迷惑&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一道伤口&lt;br /&gt;我们各自苦痛&lt;br /&gt;沉默是我最后的药&lt;br /&gt;是因为我太爱你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-757196305871806868?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/757196305871806868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=757196305871806868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/757196305871806868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/757196305871806868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='安静了'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-5523685488119508668</id><published>2009-04-27T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:50:57.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to let go..</title><content type='html'>yeah.. I am going to open up again to a new market.. like stock market.. to push my market value once again.. HAHAHAHAHHAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-5523685488119508668?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5523685488119508668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=5523685488119508668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5523685488119508668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5523685488119508668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-let-go.html' title='Time to let go..'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-7997989713603708935</id><published>2009-04-27T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:47:04.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>I expected it.. but was dissapointed with the expectation.. I knew it..but then its ok now. I have been telling ppl not to expect what your friends can do for u. But I did not do what I preach.. Hahhaha.. Ironic. If I really needed help, I know who I can turn to and who I cant. Time is really not a factor to know someone well..U may think you understand them but then u actually dont.  hahahahaha...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow onwards. I will be a different person. To take things with a pinch of salt..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-7997989713603708935?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7997989713603708935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=7997989713603708935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7997989713603708935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7997989713603708935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-8244661471570760181</id><published>2009-04-25T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:30:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My views</title><content type='html'>The problem with u is.. you showed ur concern.. but you are overwhelmed by your own activities that I really don feel it.. Maybe my expectations are high in you. But I will slowly let loose. You know its not easy to show concern.. esp to someone like me.. I appreciate u did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really need to know.. things are not the same anymore now.. u may think its ok.. but i don think so.. We are drifting..you may not know it or u may think that I am the one who is paranoid. but the fact is we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don worry.. you are stronger now.. start a new chapter in your life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-8244661471570760181?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8244661471570760181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=8244661471570760181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8244661471570760181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8244661471570760181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/problem-with-u-is.html' title='My views'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-6555406563908796762</id><published>2009-04-22T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:29:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Ken thinking??</title><content type='html'>There are so many thoughts running tru Ken's mind.. He don even know what He is thinking now.. He is not happy.. but he don know why.. Been a few days.. Why is he smiling and laughing when he is  not happy? Whats into him? Nobody know.. His poor friends got it from him.. showing the attitude, showing the so called PMS to them.. he is sorry.. but he really need to adjust himself in order to be his usual self infront of them... He wan to show everyone the happy side of him.. Don even know  if ppl ever see him in anger.. HAHAHHAA.. once in a while, maybe. Ken must be happy... must be calm, must be clear minded..in case ppl need him for advice..sounds big hearted hahaha. But where do Ken turn to when he have problems? Himself? Yes I think so.. only he can solve his own problems.. cos its all in him... Time is all he need... to be himself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-6555406563908796762?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6555406563908796762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=6555406563908796762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6555406563908796762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6555406563908796762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-ken-thinking.html' title='What is Ken thinking??'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-6406164907971177622</id><published>2009-03-19T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:23:28.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why??</title><content type='html'>Your doings surprised me.. I know u will move on. but not this way... I hold on to believing that you will not do this.. but thats not the truth... You thought it wont hurt by not saying, but your doings hurt in the end. I understand human need love, companionship , tender loving care, but not to the extend where impulsiveness got over you. &lt;br /&gt;I know its hard to be rationale when it comes to relationship.. but not this way.. its seemed like what I have done were all in vain. I know I am partly at fault too.. I know you are weak inside even though you appear to be strong outside.. I blamed myself for not being able to cherish your love.I wanted to but I cant. Maybe thats why, you lost your rationality. &lt;br /&gt;What has been done is over. Clear your mind.. take things step by step..understand what you are looking for...remember, what you have done, not only affect yourself, it affect others too. You know I will always be there.Silly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-6406164907971177622?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6406164907971177622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=6406164907971177622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6406164907971177622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6406164907971177622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html' title='Why??'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-1773785264940930362</id><published>2008-10-08T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:39:54.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malu again...</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, Ameer came to me asking me to check a case for him...claiming that some customer complaint of a security guard drinking while on duty...Thinking why would someone want to complain about security drinking, I did a check for him and gave him the case facts. Then I asked him:" Whats wrong with drinking water while on duty? You mean security guard cant even drink water meh?" Ameer looked at me and suddenly he laughed." WHAT DRINK WATER LA? CAUGHT DRINKNING LA, means drinking alcohol lei!!!!" Alamak... suddenly I feel so stupid!!!! hahhahha. Why did I ask if he was drinking WATER... So paisei, both my colleague and Ameer was laughing madly.. I so clever, suddenly become so stupid... hahhahahha.. Before he walked off, Ameer turned to me: " Don let me caught you drinking ya:" AH DUI!!!!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-1773785264940930362?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1773785264940930362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=1773785264940930362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1773785264940930362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1773785264940930362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/malu-again.html' title='Malu again...'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-3821638140568684909</id><published>2008-10-02T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:47:31.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA LA</title><content type='html'>I really cannot tahan the my house rat LALA... Fat like shit lo.. really don know how a small white mice can become such a pig..I should have taken a photo of it when I have the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-3821638140568684909?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3821638140568684909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=3821638140568684909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3821638140568684909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3821638140568684909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-la.html' title='LA LA'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-2837624601847763053</id><published>2008-10-02T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:43:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-2837624601847763053?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2837624601847763053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=2837624601847763053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/2837624601847763053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/2837624601847763053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-1888392287599392002</id><published>2008-10-02T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:43:37.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I let my balls loose</title><content type='html'>I guess most of us guys have the habit of not wearing ur undies when u are sleeping.. ME TOO!!! I hate the constraints..to my balls.. Not like boobs.. they are supposed to hang lowly!!! if you get wat I mean...Then one fine day, while I was wearing this comfortable boxer to sleep, not knowing my door aint lock,my dear old dad walked into my room without knocking.. Given the half concuss condition that I was in, I cant be botherd with who walked in. Then out of a sudden, I heard him saying: "Ai yo.. so shameful, come out liao la.. " Not knowing what the shit come out, I was surprised that he dropped the blanket over my lower half.. Then it dewelled upon me.. Wow lau, I have 露半粒 lo.. But apparently, I cant be bothered. Cos I am simply to tired. HAHAHA. But then, dad should be happy... at least what he saw showed that his son had been growing well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. wonder what happen if mum saw it... eeeekkkk, jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-1888392287599392002?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1888392287599392002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=1888392287599392002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1888392287599392002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='豆腐乳'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-1248906947899629971</id><published>2008-07-23T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:58:45.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The song I want to learn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vTQr3BtKvA&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vTQr3BtKvA&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8637993111380574922-1248906947899629971?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1248906947899629971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=1248906947899629971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1248906947899629971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1248906947899629971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-i-want-to-learn.html' title='The song I want to learn...'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-4654604061360192821</id><published>2008-07-15T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:54:33.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometime love just ain't enough....</title><content type='html'>I once thought we could be together. Even thought of walking down the aisle with you. The envy of many. But dreams are dreams.. The reality sucks and you know why.. You break the news and I dont know what to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart did sank abit, but I cant do anything. I cannot promise you anything.. neither can I try to salvage it. If I am not who am I.. you are the perfect one for me.. But like I say.. reality sucks. I cant move on. No one can help.. You deserve someone who loves you whole heartedly.. I cant give you all... you know why.. I will be the light for you when you lost your way.. You know I will be.. How ideal life would be.. if only I am not me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-4654604061360192821?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4654604061360192821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=4654604061360192821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4654604061360192821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4654604061360192821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometime-love-just-aint-enough.html' title='Sometime love just ain&apos;t enough....'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-4562136287873202042</id><published>2008-07-05T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:12:02.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Me Emo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7IxliAPjAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7IxliAPjAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8637993111380574922-4562136287873202042?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4562136287873202042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=4562136287873202042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4562136287873202042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4562136287873202042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/tickle-me-emo.html' title='Tickle Me Emo!'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-2809900293780495864</id><published>2008-06-28T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:45:05.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Deal or No Deal"</title><content type='html'>One fine day, when I step into my office, my dearest colleague came over to me and asked me if I would like to help out in the innovation carnival going to be held on 02 Jul 08. It would be a one day event and the best part was ... I need not go back to the office. Thinkig how nice it would be if I could spend one working day helpig out, I agreed immediately and my colleague was all smiles when I replied her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the best part was... I received an email few days later with this subject heading: " MACHO HUNKS NEEDED FOR THE INNOVATION CARNIVAL". This email was sent to me. Out of curiousity, I opened the email and guess wat!!!! Fucking hell. I was told that there will be a game segment titled: "DEAL OR NO DEAL" and I was told to be one of the briefcase HUNK!!!!... WTF... The email was cc to my boss and she agreed for me to help out.. SHIT LO.. I tot I was only helping out in the setting up of the carnival.. but then it was not.. BRIEFCASE HUNK!!!!.. I see myself up and down and there is no way I fit into the description of a HUNK lo.. and best part of all.."MACHO HUNK"???? I need to OPEN the brief case for the contestants... WOW LAU!!! To make things "better", my deareast colleague bought each of the "HUNK" a tight fitting renoma t shirt for the game.. I almost fainted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to her lo.. I cant reject the help lo.. Oh my god.. almost half of the Ministry will be attendin this carnival lo.. Don know where to hide my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-2809900293780495864?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2809900293780495864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=2809900293780495864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/2809900293780495864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/2809900293780495864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='&quot;Deal or No Deal&quot;'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-5640970420704585453</id><published>2008-05-23T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:04:45.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orbs??? Ghosts???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SDWno137xyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TfhOH_2ti_E/s1600-h/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SDWno137xyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TfhOH_2ti_E/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203249264594765602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SDWlyl37xxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7XYgMrGvx3E/s1600-h/IMG_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SDWlyl37xxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7XYgMrGvx3E/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203247233075234578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know what orbs are... the above are two of the many pictures that we took at the connector of Telok Blangah... SO MANY OF THEM!!!!! Scary.. We have to pretend the patches of circles in the picture were due to the camera being dirty.. *Shiver*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Orbs are formed when there are existence of ghosts. Suppose to be the energy released by spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-5640970420704585453?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5640970420704585453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=5640970420704585453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5640970420704585453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5640970420704585453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/orbs-ghosts.html' title='Orbs??? Ghosts???'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SDWno137xyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TfhOH_2ti_E/s72-c/IMG_0578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-3098430177056233539</id><published>2008-05-20T23:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:52:15.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parrot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>The Stupid Parrot..</title><content type='html'>I hate it when our parrot, Brunoe, pretend to be the house phone, going "tu tu, tu tu, tu tu".. Think he heard too much of our house phone ringing.. Kao.. Cannot even learn to say one word till now..only know how to "tu tu, tu tu, tu tu.." Irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I am going to teach Brunoe how to say "Huat ar, Huat ar, Huat ar". At least when I listen to it, I will be more happy. Till then, hope the stupid parrot learn to stop his ringing.. Dont he get it???? No one gonna ans his call!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-3098430177056233539?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3098430177056233539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=3098430177056233539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3098430177056233539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3098430177056233539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/stuipd-parrot.html' title='The Stupid Parrot..'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-7526640401333798139</id><published>2008-04-23T22:49:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:48:50.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bintan'/><title type='text'>Bintan 2008</title><content type='html'>Went to Bintan again with my &lt;S&gt;sexcondary&lt;/S&gt; secondary school friends again. Had so much fun that we decided to go again this coming June 08. Mad hor.. As if Bintan is full of actvities like that... Actually no lo.. its only the sand, the sun and the &lt;S&gt;bitch&lt;/S&gt; beach. Plus a bunch of old folks (us) trying to act like sunshine boys and gals.. I cant say for the rest.. but at least I am sunshine enough la.. Thanks to the sun lo.. I am burnt from the over exposure of the &lt;S&gt;infra&lt;/S&gt; UV rays.. and now I look like I am some thai boy (三碗猪脚) from Golden Mile again..Some of the pics taken as shown la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hut that we stayed in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9PRJ_GeQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OPbxyU7Z5aU/s1600-h/scene.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9PRJ_GeQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OPbxyU7Z5aU/s320/scene.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192456051538426114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;   My &lt;S&gt;sexcondary&lt;/S&gt; secondary school friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9PRp_GeRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IFhH5o7QDxQ/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9PRp_GeRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IFhH5o7QDxQ/s320/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192456060128360722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Evidence to prove that I am a sunshine boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9PSJ_GeSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jxEtJrmVnW8/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9PSJ_GeSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jxEtJrmVnW8/s320/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192456068718295330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evidence of being a vain pot...taken by my all time favourite.. Black Beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9QrJ_GeTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/g4wSW0wcyOY/s1600-h/P1010693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9QrJ_GeTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/g4wSW0wcyOY/s320/P1010693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192457597726652722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9QrJ_GeUI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-OMKbZnHK_E/s1600-h/me+and+sally+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9QrJ_GeUI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-OMKbZnHK_E/s320/me+and+sally+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192457597726652738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9QrJ_GeVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EjamD8q33oA/s1600-h/P1010453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9QrJ_GeVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EjamD8q33oA/s320/P1010453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192457597726652754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9QrZ_GeWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vf6nHEeegUw/s1600-h/P1010707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9QrZ_GeWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vf6nHEeegUw/s320/P1010707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192457602021620066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9QrZ_GeXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4_8opMxrByU/s1600-h/me+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9QrZ_GeXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4_8opMxrByU/s320/me+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192457602021620082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don know got ppl wan to find me shoot commercial a not hor?? Hmmm ok la,if have, please invite the black beauty also la.. she yearn for it a long time.. In case you don know who the Fxxx is Black Beauty.. I can drop a hint.. the gal beside me in the photo who is as vain as me la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-7526640401333798139?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7526640401333798139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=7526640401333798139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7526640401333798139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7526640401333798139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/bintan-2008.html' title='Bintan 2008'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SA9PRJ_GeQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OPbxyU7Z5aU/s72-c/scene.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-5415821419536188159</id><published>2008-04-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:44:46.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xiao pang: FAT FAT FAT!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/fat-fat-fat.html"&gt;xiao pang: FAT FAT FAT!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-5415821419536188159?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/fat-fat-fat.html' title='xiao pang: FAT FAT FAT!!!!!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5415821419536188159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=5415821419536188159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5415821419536188159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5415821419536188159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/xiao-pang-fat-fat-fat.html' title='xiao pang: FAT FAT FAT!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-3380569645428376876</id><published>2008-03-26T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:49:25.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat'/><title type='text'>FAT FAT FAT!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I realised (although I won't admit), middle age man tend to get fat easily. Of course I am not talking about me here la..I still have long way to go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, today while I was taking my 5min break outside my workstation, I ran into my colleague who happened to take five too.. We were chatting away when suddenly, he said:" Actually hor, u got tummy hor.. quite big lei".... I was like stunned... 5secs later, I managed to say" Ya lor.. getting fat liao"... But deep inside I was like: " What the Fxxk lo, I fat meh".. To make things worst, he stroke his own tummy knowing that his was flat.. #$%^^&amp;#$@. I wore black today lei.. and who told me that wearing black make ppl look slimmer... somemore I am in all black lo... TA MA DE..Maybe its my muslce la... I will take it that he saw it at a wrong angle.. Yup.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided... I will run 4 times a week from now on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-3380569645428376876?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3380569645428376876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=3380569645428376876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3380569645428376876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3380569645428376876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/fat-fat-fat.html' title='FAT FAT FAT!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-4166311747004939838</id><published>2008-03-22T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:24:46.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this thai song..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1Vs6dM5p_4&amp;hl=zh_TW"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1Vs6dM5p_4&amp;hl=zh_TW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8637993111380574922-4166311747004939838?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4166311747004939838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=4166311747004939838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4166311747004939838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4166311747004939838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-like-this-thai-song.html' title='I like this thai song..'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-5119070796445289535</id><published>2008-03-19T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:16:14.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=zh_TW"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=zh_TW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8637993111380574922-5119070796445289535?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5119070796445289535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=5119070796445289535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5119070796445289535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5119070796445289535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/ken-lee.html' title='Ken Lee'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-3204010482623666807</id><published>2008-03-16T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:26:11.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute To Grandma..When everything is over..</title><content type='html'>Dear Family, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this 7 days series was not to make fun of the wake and it was never meant to be. We are just trying to look at things in a different perspective... Maybe some of you feel that this is not the right way..however, we do understand the sadness and misery of grandma departure to the other side. We know the pain in us.. but we live on and try to view things in another way, at least a happy way...So like I say, this is just for my family to remember the 7 days that we spent together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Captain Chia felt that it is very mushy to say I love you all... Shit lo.. He has no love... Nonetheless.. I really love u alll.....hahahhahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-3204010482623666807?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3204010482623666807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=3204010482623666807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3204010482623666807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3204010482623666807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute-to-grandmawhen-everything-is.html' title='Tribute To Grandma..When everything is over..'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-824148055615880281</id><published>2008-03-16T22:18:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:50:42.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral sad pictures fun'/><title type='text'>Tribute to my Grandma - Part 7 ( The Grand Finale)</title><content type='html'>Day 7( Please read from Day 1 onwards) –The Grand Finale of A Tribute to my Grandmother Rosemary Chinyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please read from day 1 onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 –The Grand Finale &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gathered around 7.30am. We all got dressed up and hung towel aroung our neck as instructed as usual without knowing why and took pictures seen it looked cool. &lt;br /&gt;We pretended we were all back in Paris and hung the towels over our necks like scarves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90tXJmGzzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Nl391XzSiUE/s1600-h/sc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90tXJmGzzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Nl391XzSiUE/s320/sc1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178345022281928498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looks cool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny’s had lost weight tremendously. She looked skinny, dry and sad. No one alive could possibly put on weight being confined in a human length wooden box without eating for 7 days. There is also no oxygen in there and it made her really unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ti5mGz0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6V3uv63jfYM/s1600-h/te2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ti5mGz0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6V3uv63jfYM/s320/te2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178345224145391426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last ritual to go before it all ends forever. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90uRZmGz1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/pFIvEEyLMtY/s1600-h/te1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90uRZmGz1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/pFIvEEyLMtY/s320/te1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346023009308498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90uRZmGz2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/MtONc8C8_40/s1600-h/te5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90uRZmGz2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/MtONc8C8_40/s320/te5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346023009308514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90uRpmGz3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/E0E4ee8f2q8/s1600-h/te3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90uRpmGz3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/E0E4ee8f2q8/s320/te3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346027304275826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90uRpmGz4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/kVwwk9nOzTA/s1600-h/te4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90uRpmGz4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/kVwwk9nOzTA/s320/te4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346027304275842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big head boy and girl dancing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ugJmGz5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/hI2W9dID0x8/s1600-h/bg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ugJmGz5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/hI2W9dID0x8/s320/bg1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178346276412379026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 Big headed cabbage patch kids in chinese custumes, danced for like one and a half god damn hours! Victims like us got sitted inside the coffin area(not inside the coffin but around it) trying hard to figure out what they are trying express . We were clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Band played loudly and our eyes were popping. It was not cool at all and definately not Linkin Park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90vaZmGz7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/AQjGQNC9T24/s1600-h/ba1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90vaZmGz7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/AQjGQNC9T24/s320/ba1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178347277139759026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90vRJmGz6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/eQtnf3bjRXY/s1600-h/ba2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90vRJmGz6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/eQtnf3bjRXY/s320/ba2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178347118225969058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were made up of Senior Citizens and that explain why they were playing it loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90vmpmGz8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tD-cjEtu4ws/s1600-h/te3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90vmpmGz8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tD-cjEtu4ws/s320/te3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178347487593156546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kneel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90vvpmGz9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/78Tn2sI5T00/s1600-h/wa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90vvpmGz9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/78Tn2sI5T00/s320/wa4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178347642211979218" /&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;During the walk, we have to use joss paper to clean the side of the coffin. We went round and round like merry go round except it the feeling was not merry. We wasted a lot of paper that day because joss paper is made not only of paper but very thick paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9027pmG0gI/AAAAAAAAATw/FrzkoCA_s60/s1600-h/wa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9027pmG0gI/AAAAAAAAATw/FrzkoCA_s60/s320/wa2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178355544951804418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90v7ZmGz_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/efj_0e9IbVY/s1600-h/wa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90v7ZmGz_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/efj_0e9IbVY/s320/wa3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178347844075442162" /&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;After the ritual and stuffs, we all got ready for the coffin to be carried onto the van called “The Black car” not in black but in white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be the Mercedes S class but after it was burned down a day ago, we go with this one in white and most importantly, it real and agreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90wKZmG0BI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1IBdZggHowE/s1600-h/ca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90wKZmG0BI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1IBdZggHowE/s320/ca3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178348101773479954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to turn our head over so as not to see the process of the coffin being lifted up (Search me). When the Sai Gong que for us to turn over, the aunties let out high pitch wailings just like the sound of a beast (most probably a wild boar) getting slaughtered. It was pitchy and scary with a touch of misery. The wailing tells the story of love and pain of seeing the one you treasure leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the coffin to get carry into the van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90wk5mG0CI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_mCudmixi_Y/s1600-h/ri3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90wk5mG0CI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_mCudmixi_Y/s320/ri3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178348557040013346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90wk5mG0DI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nbscLJVULoY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90wk5mG0DI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nbscLJVULoY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178348557040013362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queuing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90w45mG0EI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/If6LgmOsJUE/s1600-h/q2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90w45mG0EI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/If6LgmOsJUE/s320/q2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178348900637397058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90w5ZmG0FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_ktw_iyJSWk/s1600-h/q1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90w5ZmG0FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_ktw_iyJSWk/s320/q1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178348909227331666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The van will move off and we have to all Queue up behind it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xLJmG0GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Fn8LYF20zCM/s1600-h/ma8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xLJmG0GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Fn8LYF20zCM/s320/ma8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178349214170009698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xLJmG0HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/F4w7Xdiok-U/s1600-h/ma7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xLJmG0HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/F4w7Xdiok-U/s320/ma7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178349214170009714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all followed behind the van closely and walked a short distance to signify sending our granny off to where she will be going( The other side).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xgJmG0II/AAAAAAAAAQw/D6u0z0bY3ck/s1600-h/ma5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xgJmG0II/AAAAAAAAAQw/D6u0z0bY3ck/s320/ma5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178349574947262594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xgJmG0JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/z-F0-KZDz20/s1600-h/ma6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xgJmG0JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/z-F0-KZDz20/s320/ma6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178349574947262610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xgZmG0KI/AAAAAAAAARA/1fbh6tEiHFs/s1600-h/ma3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xgZmG0KI/AAAAAAAAARA/1fbh6tEiHFs/s320/ma3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178349579242229922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xgZmG0LI/AAAAAAAAARI/rtrS-EK8lV8/s1600-h/ma4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90xgZmG0LI/AAAAAAAAARI/rtrS-EK8lV8/s320/ma4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178349579242229938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk causes traffic jams and 100's of passerby gathered along the pavement to see the circus in town. I sucked in my tummy to look better from side views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90x3JmG0MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YtBjOli30do/s1600-h/ma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90x3JmG0MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YtBjOli30do/s320/ma2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178349970084253890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90x3JmG0NI/AAAAAAAAARY/ee1USE7-hrM/s1600-h/ma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90x3JmG0NI/AAAAAAAAARY/ee1USE7-hrM/s320/ma1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178349970084253906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We board the bus which will then send us to the crematorium, at Mandai. My feeling on the bus was strange. I felt like I was going for a primary school outing, not to the zoo or botanical garden but a place where I will see my granny for the last time. I was sad, so I pretended to be asleep on the bus. While i slept, i bled and no plaster could help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90yEJmG0OI/AAAAAAAAARg/3xMjVBUPCkc/s1600-h/ma9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90yEJmG0OI/AAAAAAAAARg/3xMjVBUPCkc/s320/ma9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178350193422553314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t took us too long to reach the crematorium's basement. It should be longer. The basement was dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90yMpmG0PI/AAAAAAAAARo/Tj6ptfgsOPQ/s1600-h/cre1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90yMpmG0PI/AAAAAAAAARo/Tj6ptfgsOPQ/s320/cre1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178350339451441394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travel on the escalator which was working unfortunately and shorten the time that we could afford for the last day. We stood on the escalator which brought us to the surface from the basement and I could see the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ya5mG0QI/AAAAAAAAARw/-lR8v8pYn4I/s1600-h/es1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ya5mG0QI/AAAAAAAAARw/-lR8v8pYn4I/s320/es1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178350584264577282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ybJmG0RI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zEEpgpVZfNY/s1600-h/es2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ybJmG0RI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zEEpgpVZfNY/s320/es2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178350588559544594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone lead us to a room that reminded me of a university lecture hall but not for lectures, instead it was another ritual, again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I was patient. In fact, I was glad that it will take some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Real Final Ritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90y_pmG0SI/AAAAAAAAASA/e_HFixVHw8I/s1600-h/cr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90y_pmG0SI/AAAAAAAAASA/e_HFixVHw8I/s320/cr3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178351215624769826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90y_5mG0TI/AAAAAAAAASI/zfoyzhotrF8/s1600-h/cr5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90y_5mG0TI/AAAAAAAAASI/zfoyzhotrF8/s320/cr5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178351219919737138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zAZmG0UI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LP3RiTM9bhw/s1600-h/cr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zAZmG0UI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LP3RiTM9bhw/s320/cr2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178351228509671746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zAZmG0VI/AAAAAAAAASY/8IaCa4kbNrs/s1600-h/cr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zAZmG0VI/AAAAAAAAASY/8IaCa4kbNrs/s320/cr6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178351228509671762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zApmG0WI/AAAAAAAAASg/sH7MCBK9Un4/s1600-h/cr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zApmG0WI/AAAAAAAAASg/sH7MCBK9Un4/s320/cr7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178351232804639074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zyZmG0cI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qVbxV8vTCNk/s1600-h/CIMG1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zyZmG0cI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qVbxV8vTCNk/s320/CIMG1080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178352087503131074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final ritual ended and we proceeded to another room that resemble a show room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stood on the first row of the sit while the senior sat on the floor in front of the glass panel. All started crying while waiting for my granny’s coffin to make the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ziZmG0XI/AAAAAAAAASo/MnFJR84_wTk/s1600-h/tra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ziZmG0XI/AAAAAAAAASo/MnFJR84_wTk/s320/tra1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178351812625224050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ziZmG0YI/AAAAAAAAASw/mH2KTQndFUE/s1600-h/tra2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ziZmG0YI/AAAAAAAAASw/mH2KTQndFUE/s320/tra2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178351812625224066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ziZmG0ZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NSzp99iBXyM/s1600-h/tra3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90ziZmG0ZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NSzp99iBXyM/s320/tra3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178351812625224082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zipmG0aI/AAAAAAAAATA/kBWt_FFYYDY/s1600-h/tra4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zipmG0aI/AAAAAAAAATA/kBWt_FFYYDY/s320/tra4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178351816920191394" /&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;It was all automatic and no manpower was needed to move the coffin. The sight of the coffin coming out and travelled through the travelator toward the fire made me feel uneasy. I was suffocating. There were screams and cries. Some felt the fire burning on themselves while other stared blankly holding back their tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the coffin eventually travelled to the far end away from us, the auto door closed up from both end shutting off our vision of the coffin, separating all of us from her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zipmG0bI/AAAAAAAAATI/7IMwSbORs6E/s1600-h/tra6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90zipmG0bI/AAAAAAAAATI/7IMwSbORs6E/s320/tra6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178351816920191410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bled for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind that closed door, our granny turned to ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R900PZmG0dI/AAAAAAAAATY/QDy8texIeXU/s1600-h/CIMG1089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R900PZmG0dI/AAAAAAAAATY/QDy8texIeXU/s320/CIMG1089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178352585719337426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last page of the last chapter, all in 7 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Loving Memory of Our Beloved Grandmother &lt;br /&gt;1929-2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading day 7, you will receive a call.&lt;br /&gt;You will hear: "7 days"( in a low husky voice)&lt;br /&gt;In 7 days time you will strike lottery. &lt;br /&gt;HUAT AHHHH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Limited addition posters out now at 7.99(USD). Additional 1.20(USD) - Glossy surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle Royale-&lt;br /&gt;Special Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R905tpmG0hI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AcF45yZNeyw/s1600-h/Battle%252BRoyale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R905tpmG0hI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AcF45yZNeyw/s320/Battle%252BRoyale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178358602968519186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the granny version (Click on picture to see the larger version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit our website at – Grannyfuneral.com.os or visit our store at Vivo City for our lastest merchandise !&lt;br /&gt;( *Available- Mugs, Thermal flasks, utensils and special limited edition Photo frame, Hurry while stock last!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-824148055615880281?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/824148055615880281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=824148055615880281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/824148055615880281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/824148055615880281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-7-please-read-from-day-1-onwards.html' title='Tribute to my Grandma - Part 7 ( The Grand Finale)'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90tXJmGzzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Nl391XzSiUE/s72-c/sc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-4420094977074572809</id><published>2008-03-16T22:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:45:12.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my Grandma-Part 6</title><content type='html'>Day 6 - A Tribute to my Grandmother Rosemary Chinyou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;It was practically the same as the 5th day except that we got the chance to burn everything the production team has made. The paper chest, the bungalow, the Joss money, the Mercedes S class with the chauffeur who still refused to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept staring straight ahead with mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90q3pmGzoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xS2JOS44eHc/s1600-h/kl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90q3pmGzoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xS2JOS44eHc/s320/kl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178342282092793474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He missed his last chance to speak.&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;Everyone waited with anticipation ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rFJmGzpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4aeRdDAmdWs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rFJmGzpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4aeRdDAmdWs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178342514021027474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90mGzqI/AAAAAAAAANA/eLDGDTUMmnU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rFZmGzqI/AAAAAAAAANA/eLDGDTUMmnU/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178342518315994786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rFZmGzrI/AAAAAAAAANI/pbYS96Td-3M/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rFZmGzrI/AAAAAAAAANI/pbYS96Td-3M/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178342518315994802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rFpmGzsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fiPhaBYOU-0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rFpmGzsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fiPhaBYOU-0/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178342522610962114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rF5mGztI/AAAAAAAAANY/81P9M4QFZCQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rF5mGztI/AAAAAAAAANY/81P9M4QFZCQ/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178342526905929426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rsZmGzuI/AAAAAAAAANg/8dBcLgh__Es/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rsZmGzuI/AAAAAAAAANg/8dBcLgh__Es/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178343188330893026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rsZmGzvI/AAAAAAAAANo/uha5ZJfRdAI/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rsZmGzvI/AAAAAAAAANo/uha5ZJfRdAI/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178343188330893042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rsZmGzwI/AAAAAAAAANw/qLCGcufddQk/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rsZmGzwI/AAAAAAAAANw/qLCGcufddQk/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178343188330893058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rspmGzxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kvnG85LyzZM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rspmGzxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kvnG85LyzZM/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178343192625860370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rspmGzyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LIf51PnagSI/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90rspmGzyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LIf51PnagSI/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178343192625860386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 ended as soon as everything turns to ashes . We have the last day to go and the last day was the toughest day of all. While waiting for the Day 7 to come, we sat around to chat. As usual, we play a bit and dance a bit. We ate a lot from the left over by the hungry ghosts guests.&lt;br /&gt;Ater eating we all went to bed take a rest for tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Finale 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-4420094977074572809?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4420094977074572809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=4420094977074572809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4420094977074572809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4420094977074572809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-6-tribute-to-my-grandmother.html' title='Tribute to my Grandma-Part 6'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90q3pmGzoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xS2JOS44eHc/s72-c/kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-2112430484051940542</id><published>2008-03-16T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:44:37.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Grandma- Part 5 (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Day 5 (part 2) A Tribute to my Grandmother Rosemary Chinyou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day 5 (part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this segment where the Sai Gong would try his might to make us cry in order to sermon my granny back from ‘’The other side’’. He made this cries which was disturbing at the same time impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him crying &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90nP5mGzcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SC8XE3Bqt9Q/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90nP5mGzcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SC8XE3Bqt9Q/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178338300658109890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90nQJmGzdI/AAAAAAAAALY/U8nd6a-z7g0/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90nQJmGzdI/AAAAAAAAALY/U8nd6a-z7g0/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178338304953077202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All aunties and some cousins felt into his trap to stir troubles for the living. For the rest of us who were sober, we merely stared at him. He looked hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;My no.6th aunt was the 1st to get affected by his disturbing cries and went into a trance, follows by no.7, 8, 9 and 5. They started mumbling about the past- like things they had done for my granny when she was still alive few days ago. They cried non stop...and i caught 1 of the Sai Gong smoking while sending smses on his cell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin gave me a wink followed by a flying kiss. I was not in the mood for that, because my aunties were crying pitifully so I returned a wink and a kiss without expression to show him that I’m seriously not in the mood and know it’s not the time to fool around. My bladder was full and I need to pee but I’ve to hold on until the whole thing was over. My cousins continue sending me winks and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sai Gong toss a few coins attached on a string and by reading off the coins, he told us our granny was back here with us. Some of us giggled. That was really nice of him to console us during a ritual. Later on, we heard from the seniors that the Sai Gong was serious about the “your granny’s back”. That was so nice of him to feel so attached to us/granny in such a short while and apparently he couldn’t accept the fact that my fine lady had passed on and was still in denial. He was taking it too hard. He is not related to us in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;We consoled him by fooling him into believing us that we believed him that my granny’s back. It was awkward because we are not liars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were silence and everyone kept staring at the chair where my “granny” was sitting on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi granny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny sitting down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90niZmGzeI/AAAAAAAAALg/70MpD6eiwnA/s1600-h/DSC01004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90niZmGzeI/AAAAAAAAALg/70MpD6eiwnA/s320/DSC01004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178338618485689826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Staring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90nipmGzfI/AAAAAAAAALo/aOE1KRU3CDU/s1600-h/DSC01005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90nipmGzfI/AAAAAAAAALo/aOE1KRU3CDU/s320/DSC01005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178338622780657138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saigon has a lot of patterns. He impressed us all the way till night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplay came in handy for him when he dresses up as an ancient judge with the hat. Cosplay’s fine with us. We all laughed hard. No sailor moon though, she's passe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplay-Ancient judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Patterns-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattern 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90oGpmGzgI/AAAAAAAAALw/9yDd6r44SHU/s1600-h/CIMG0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90oGpmGzgI/AAAAAAAAALw/9yDd6r44SHU/s320/CIMG0983.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178339241255947778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattern 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90oGpmGzhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uDzl5DxgLvU/s1600-h/DSC01022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90oGpmGzhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uDzl5DxgLvU/s320/DSC01022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178339241255947794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattern 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90oG5mGziI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q0SgbGXTQSU/s1600-h/DSC01033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90oG5mGziI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q0SgbGXTQSU/s320/DSC01033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178339245550915106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattern 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90oG5mGzjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jzlSnTHl2Yo/s1600-h/DSC01036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90oG5mGzjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jzlSnTHl2Yo/s320/DSC01036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178339245550915122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the final ritual we were dead beat. We had our supper only at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a feast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90pIJmGzkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nRD1WXk-Bxo/s1600-h/CIMG0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90pIJmGzkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nRD1WXk-Bxo/s320/CIMG0998.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178340366537379394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90pIZmGzlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/M8yCrTUi7GU/s1600-h/CIMG0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90pIZmGzlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/M8yCrTUi7GU/s320/CIMG0999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178340370832346706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90pIZmGzmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1CQ8-ZZFLrA/s1600-h/CIMG1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90pIZmGzmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1CQ8-ZZFLrA/s320/CIMG1003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178340370832346722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90pIZmGznI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3nBgRdjjgzY/s1600-h/CIMG1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90pIZmGznI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3nBgRdjjgzY/s320/CIMG1004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178340370832346738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the feast we relax a bit by talking and playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was as extremely noisy and everyone was high again. We threw flowers at each other and dance a bit while other plays card. I miss my baby girl again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-2112430484051940542?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2112430484051940542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=2112430484051940542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/2112430484051940542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/2112430484051940542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute-to-grandma-day-5-part-5.html' title='Tribute to Grandma- Part 5 (Part 2)'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R90nP5mGzcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SC8XE3Bqt9Q/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-1066116662766604270</id><published>2008-03-16T00:12:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:44:08.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my Grandma- Part 5 (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Day 5 (part 1) A Tribute to my Grandmother Rosemary Chinyou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5th day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have to wake up by 7.30am today for a ritual/ recital by the “Sai Gong”. The whole thing was delay for like 2 hrs because people were not on time. The “Sai Gong” themselves were taking their own sweet time to get ready the stuffs they need for the ritual and by the time everyone were ready, it was 10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v11pmGzCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RIqSfWAi2Xg/s1600-h/CIMG0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v11pmGzCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RIqSfWAi2Xg/s320/CIMG0940.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178002498640071714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v115mGzDI/AAAAAAAAAII/4yP3sBXN1-8/s1600-h/CIMG0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v115mGzDI/AAAAAAAAAII/4yP3sBXN1-8/s320/CIMG0944.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178002502935039026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v115mGzEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TtnfCGd-6gw/s1600-h/CIMG0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v115mGzEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TtnfCGd-6gw/s320/CIMG0946.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178002502935039042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gathered in front of the altar and wait for orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v1_5mGzFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/K8x8pjjyWqc/s1600-h/CIMG0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v1_5mGzFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/K8x8pjjyWqc/s320/CIMG0961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178002674733730898" /&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;The Sai Gong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v2H5mGzGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eVWPdUtcodI/s1600-h/CIMG0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v2H5mGzGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eVWPdUtcodI/s320/CIMG0940.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178002812172684386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Casts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v2YpmGzHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ODxSsBuMQFM/s1600-h/CIMG0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v2YpmGzHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ODxSsBuMQFM/s320/CIMG0938.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178003099935493234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v2YpmGzII/AAAAAAAAAIw/PLuHTyeL6cE/s1600-h/CIMG0962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v2YpmGzII/AAAAAAAAAIw/PLuHTyeL6cE/s320/CIMG0962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178003099935493250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v2Y5mGzJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EwNG5G5nQKY/s1600-h/CIMG0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v2Y5mGzJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EwNG5G5nQKY/s320/CIMG0965.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178003104230460562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v2Y5mGzKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9n2gl2_MogM/s1600-h/CIMG0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v2Y5mGzKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9n2gl2_MogM/s320/CIMG0972.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178003104230460578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ritual was a boring one. I was struggling to get my eyes to open. I really didn’t want to doze off, so I learn how to sleep a bit with my eyes open. After some time I realised sleeping with my eyes open was really uncomfortable, and since others were really sleeping already with their heads down, i decided to give in to my sleepiness and go for the sleep. Before I could really fall asleep completely, we were asked to stand! I acciddently said fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v25JmGzLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ad98VRPeHlA/s1600-h/DSC00890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v25JmGzLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ad98VRPeHlA/s320/DSC00890.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178003658281241778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v25ZmGzMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JGVJBoOw4mw/s1600-h/DSC00891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v25ZmGzMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JGVJBoOw4mw/s320/DSC00891.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178003662576209090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v25pmGzNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7UnBu5UqBJw/s1600-h/DSC00893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v25pmGzNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7UnBu5UqBJw/s320/DSC00893.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178003666871176402" /&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;The Sai Gong(s) continued with his prayers and we continued not to understand what language they were praying in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We somehow felt that it’s was in French this time because some words ring a bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v3LJmGzOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eaCybHVU_LM/s1600-h/DSC00978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v3LJmGzOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eaCybHVU_LM/s320/DSC00978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178003967518887138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v3LpmGzPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zCan5h1NWnU/s1600-h/DSC00981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v3LpmGzPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zCan5h1NWnU/s320/DSC00981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178003976108821746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v3L5mGzQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Gc3B81-gb30/s1600-h/DSC00980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v3L5mGzQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Gc3B81-gb30/s320/DSC00980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178003980403789058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting boring and I was making eye contacts with a few cousins to kill time. We teased each other with our favourite’s seductive looks- Licking of lips, one eye winking, orgasmic facial expressions and the Oral job hand movements with cheek puffs. We should not have done that during the ritual because it is a formal ritual. I think the Sai Gong saw us doing that. He made us stand up and walked many, many, many rounds in order to punish us although he enjoyed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v32JmGzRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VjrBaSlvUWc/s1600-h/DSC01008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v32JmGzRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VjrBaSlvUWc/s320/DSC01008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178004706253262098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v32JmGzSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/H0FY8sdu8F4/s1600-h/DSC01010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v32JmGzSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/H0FY8sdu8F4/s320/DSC01010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178004706253262114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v32ZmGzTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7Nn25anoqUs/s1600-h/DSC01011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v32ZmGzTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7Nn25anoqUs/s320/DSC01011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178004710548229426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v32pmGzUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sHLyzU1VBx4/s1600-h/DSC01012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v32pmGzUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sHLyzU1VBx4/s320/DSC01012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178004714843196738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v325mGzVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ipVbrco2SDw/s1600-h/DSC01013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v325mGzVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ipVbrco2SDw/s320/DSC01013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178004719138164050" /&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;It didn’t stop us from doing the facial thingy because it was more fun doing it walking than sitting down. I even try sleeping during the walking. The Sai Gong is a loser...We are the Winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a 30 minutes lunch break and continued with the second ritual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the break, my granny’s new car- a Mercedes S series arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so excited! We all gathered around it to examine it and took pictures! It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you Mercedes S series...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v4P5mGzWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fIan9RDWAJQ/s1600-h/CIMG0942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v4P5mGzWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fIan9RDWAJQ/s320/CIMG0942.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178005148634893666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A star is born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v4QJmGzXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yDCrkw2aPk8/s1600-h/CIMG0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v4QJmGzXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yDCrkw2aPk8/s320/CIMG0943.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178005152929860978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v4mJmGzYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MdUtpkuYgf0/s1600-h/DSC00945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v4mJmGzYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MdUtpkuYgf0/s320/DSC00945.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178005530886983042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side View looks even better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v43JmGzZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9qvmO5yt0gs/s1600-h/DSC00967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v43JmGzZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9qvmO5yt0gs/s320/DSC00967.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178005822944759186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v43pmGzaI/AAAAAAAAALA/F1oNrqUvzeQ/s1600-h/DSC00968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v43pmGzaI/AAAAAAAAALA/F1oNrqUvzeQ/s320/DSC00968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178005831534693794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was fascinated by it and gathered around it like maggots on rotten meat. Some cousins even behaved like they were trying to mate with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not my favourite blue color and proportionally wrong, other than that we also found many faults with the new car which was unacceptable-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There were no engines, pedals were drew onto the floor board,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The wheels’ flimsy, fragile and won’t move,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The handbrake’s stucked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The headlights were not working and can’t work, (No battery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The Mercedes’s logo were made of paper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The car’s body is made of Paper (Not weather proof, not firm enough to move on the road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) The chauffer refused to talk and totally ignore us by staring straight ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Later...we realise that the chauffer is made of paper; paper can’t talk needless to say drive, most importantly bad attitude is a No No. (He is flat, flimsy and won’t be able to recognise danger because he’s made up of paper and paper always end up getting itself burned during a traditional Chinese wake. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The car is made of paper and paper should not be use to make car because car made of paper will not move on its own, unless it is aided by strong wind and it defeats the purpose of having a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The chauffer still won’t talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunties and uncles told us that the car will be burn on the 6th day. They were obviously pissed that the car was made of paper, just like the bungalow. Knowing that it was a gift from someone and would be rather rude to return it, they decided to burn it instead. That was not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and I were speechless, so was the chauffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ritual went on throughout the afternoon and we were presented with The Badge of Honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v5RJmGzbI/AAAAAAAAALI/jASWny_6RQI/s1600-h/DSC00972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v5RJmGzbI/AAAAAAAAALI/jASWny_6RQI/s320/DSC00972.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178006269621358002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 Part 2 coming soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-1066116662766604270?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1066116662766604270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=1066116662766604270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1066116662766604270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1066116662766604270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute-to-my-grandma-day-5.html' title='Tribute to my Grandma- Part 5 (Part 1)'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9v11pmGzCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RIqSfWAi2Xg/s72-c/CIMG0940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-7641983152351631867</id><published>2008-03-15T23:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:47:17.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my Grandma- Part 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4 A Tribute to my grandmother Rosemary Chinyou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 6pm! I showered, shaved (not suppose to) and took a dump and rushed to the wake to meet the rest for dinner. I was exhausted from the late nights and my throat was killing me but I’m surprised that it did not affect my appetite at all.&lt;br /&gt;Many people had arrived and surprisingly, most of us were high for some reasons. Many of my cousins started to do weird things as the night becomes darker. Some started dancing in front of the altar area, while others plucked flower petals off the wreath. Some(aunties) cried again and others quarrelled and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;These are the people caught with bad behaviours-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Paya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vyZJmGy5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/LCyanN-iD-g/s1600-h/DSC00851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vyZJmGy5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/LCyanN-iD-g/s320/DSC00851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177998710478916498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrating martial arts at the altar area. The moves were retarded and gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Watlon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vyZZmGy6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/oLshoIy3rfM/s1600-h/DSC00852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vyZZmGy6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/oLshoIy3rfM/s320/DSC00852.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177998714773883810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing at the altar area and rolling up his trouser to the knee area, No farmers were allowed. I’ll miss you.&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;Prince Jasper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vyZZmGy7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/JlCxA1P2pUM/s1600-h/DSC00853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vyZZmGy7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/JlCxA1P2pUM/s320/DSC00853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177998714773883826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school for the day to come for the wake. Had the school teacher calling up Prince Rwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vz4pmGzAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CsGUrWtsd9A/s1600-h/DSC00856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vz4pmGzAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CsGUrWtsd9A/s320/DSC00856.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178000351156423682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Paya &amp; watlon pushed her. She slammed into the altar, then onto the floor. They want her dead somehow and I dun know why. She is not exactly at fault but she is definitely the object used during the slamming. She’s fine now and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Jaylon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vy_JmGy-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/8rrtPTAiawI/s1600-h/DSC00858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vy_JmGy-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/8rrtPTAiawI/s320/DSC00858.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177999363313945570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting the metal pail use for burning joss paper on fire without feeling guilty. My granny was stucked at the custom (the other side) a couple of time because of his inmature behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen janetto aka No.8(Mother of Prince Jaylon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vzVpmGy_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/NNr1tsw74Xo/s1600-h/DSC00854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vzVpmGy_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/NNr1tsw74Xo/s320/DSC00854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177999749861002226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not keeping an eye over her son knowing that he’s from hell.&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;Prince Rwei &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vz45mGzBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/n4OvltWDWfM/s1600-h/DSC00855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vz45mGzBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/n4OvltWDWfM/s320/DSC00855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178000355451390994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plucked off plenty of flower petals off the wreath and throwing them at the victims, thus causing chaos and inconvenience to the Bangladesh cleaner in the morning. The floor in front of the altar looked like it has been decorated specially for a wedding dinner because of him. It was not appreciated during a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all executed that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sinners were executed, I wonder why my baby girl- shermaine, was not helping out at the wake. This little bugger does nothing at all except for eating, sleeping and pooping. I decided to give her a lecture as a father on her unacceptable behaviour, if not People will speak ill. Therefore, I walked towards her cage; she was doing nothing as usual, scanning around with her eyes wide opened. Before I could reprimand her, she saw me and got all excited. She was hungry again and wanted to eat a chunk off me. She started kicking vigorously with her pathetic tiny feet and she seems damn pissed. She displayed aggressions by opening and closing her mouth and making beastly sounds like “Goo Goo Gaa Gaa”. She looked and sounded like a chipmunk in the wild and would bite. I kissed her, locked her cage and backed off before she could attack me.She is a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 5 continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-7641983152351631867?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7641983152351631867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=7641983152351631867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7641983152351631867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7641983152351631867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-4-tribute-to-my-grandmother.html' title='Tribute to my Grandma- Part 4'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vyZJmGy5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/LCyanN-iD-g/s72-c/DSC00851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-8140601357547085663</id><published>2008-03-15T23:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:19:31.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Grandma- Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3 A Tribute to my Grandmother Rosemary Chinyou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3rd day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the wake at around 3pm because I was on night shift at the Fire Watch Dept. Got nagged by No. 9 auntie for some unknown reason( She has been like this throughout her life) , got pissed and went to have my lunch taken( at around 3.30pm). The food was ok except that it was last night supper. I went around the area with a few of my cousins doing nothing much but talking and smoking (Warning: Smoking causes Mouth Diseases). We always have to hide at a corner or behind a pillar if we want to smoke because some pretentious Mama’s boys have an image to keep for their Mama. Their mama still cleans their smelly ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them smoke &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vv_pmGy0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4-VHzqSFlmk/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vv_pmGy0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4-VHzqSFlmk/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177996073368996674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6pm, guests start floating coming in. The wake becomes a club where the guests drink, eat and talk. The guest’s area was so crowded; you’ll probably think that a birthday celebration is going on. We were so busy serving the guest with refreshment and seeds and peanuts (not garlic flavour). Guests staying after 9pm were entitled to supper (vegetarian) with 5 stars standards. The guests were ecstatic with the treatment. I think so because they ate.&lt;br /&gt;My granny’s new bungalow arrived at the holding area and in was in mostly blue and sparkling with decorative lights you use on Christmas trees. It was cool but in paper and the size smaller then my toilet. It didn’t make sense to me at all regarding the size and stuff but I believed that my granny will find her way in as a spirit somehow, without getting stuck. I changed my mind in believing later, when I saw the door at the front of the bungalow. It was pathetically small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House keeper&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vwg5mGy4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/813ijfvh7ZI/s1600-h/DSC00691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vwg5mGy4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/813ijfvh7ZI/s320/DSC00691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177996644599647106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trishaw puller and her girl &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vwcJmGy3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/2F4XieMElGI/s1600-h/DSC00692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vwcJmGy3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/2F4XieMElGI/s320/DSC00692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177996562995268466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bungalow &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vwPZmGy1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/YS3xnPue1EU/s1600-h/CIMG0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vwPZmGy1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/YS3xnPue1EU/s320/CIMG0829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177996343951936338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chauffer and the mini car for Barbie &amp; Ken ( NOT ME!!!!! CHOY CHOY!!!) ( they looked Chinese).     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vwV5mGy2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/zdhPt-smsW8/s1600-h/DSC00693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vwV5mGy2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/zdhPt-smsW8/s320/DSC00693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177996455621086050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My no.9 auntie went on a nagging spree at around 10pm. Most of us were victims but we excused her because her mother just passed on 3 days ago. I guess she was still struggling to accept the fact but every time during her cracks, I wondered did she just emerged from a drunken stupor or going through her menstrual periods. There were no sanitary pads to offer, so we left her alone.&lt;br /&gt;Many of the seniors fall sick with coughs and throat infections, so did I. I miss my baby girl that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before midnight most of the sick and down went home, my no.9 too. She went to get her pad and some rest.&lt;br /&gt;That night I was on shift again with my buddies. The air was cool with a touch of eeriness but no paranormal activities and ghostly figures were sighted that night. We were so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No happenings, no fun so we concentrate on fire watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 to be continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-8140601357547085663?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8140601357547085663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=8140601357547085663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8140601357547085663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8140601357547085663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute-to-grandma-day-3.html' title='Tribute to Grandma- Day 3'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vv_pmGy0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4-VHzqSFlmk/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-4479119821988924218</id><published>2008-03-15T23:28:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:47:47.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my Grandma- Part 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 - A Tribute to my granny Rosemary Chinyou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was still getting use to the fact that our old, fine lady has passed on. The sadness was there in our heart but our actions and faces were not showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vsCJmGyqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gtpfnHLFoOc/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vsCJmGyqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gtpfnHLFoOc/s320/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177991718272158370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vr75mGypI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qVY4kpFzPKc/s1600-h/DSC00994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vr75mGypI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qVY4kpFzPKc/s320/DSC00994.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177991610897975954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us we’re all so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vsjpmGysI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hd7WCmetY7c/s1600-h/DSC00973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vsjpmGysI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hd7WCmetY7c/s320/DSC00973.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177992293797776066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vsepmGyrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tvsh7IkAzcM/s1600-h/CIMG0956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vsepmGyrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tvsh7IkAzcM/s320/CIMG0956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177992207898430130" /&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;The condolences came in the form of flower wreaths, blankets, banners and towels. There were so many of all these stuffs that we have to decorate them along and around the holding area-meaning extra work and burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vs2JmGyvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uxZygllErlc/s1600-h/DSC00726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vs2JmGyvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uxZygllErlc/s320/DSC00726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177992611625356018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vswpmGyuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v55DqHeS3mw/s1600-h/DSC00700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vswpmGyuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v55DqHeS3mw/s320/DSC00700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177992517136075490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vsr5mGytI/AAAAAAAAAFY/x0cJ_dAbqhY/s1600-h/CIMG0773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vsr5mGytI/AAAAAAAAAFY/x0cJ_dAbqhY/s320/CIMG0773.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177992435531696850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we’re a big family made up of at least 80 people, everyone has a share of work load during the wake but not meaning a fair share. &lt;br /&gt;Some work their ass off while other’s “Do Nothing one bird"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vtNpmGywI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cJ-K8pwykS8/s1600-h/DSC00822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vtNpmGywI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cJ-K8pwykS8/s320/DSC00822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177993015352281858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Talking over coffee and buns&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vtgZmGyxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CEPFStmpOpE/s1600-h/CIMG0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vtgZmGyxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CEPFStmpOpE/s320/CIMG0771.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177993337474829074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     This is the HR Dept&lt;br /&gt;1-3 heads per counter- 1 telephone operator (Speak in English, Chinese, Hakka and Hokkien. No Jewish and no button to press, just speak.), provide area info and all major enquiries, 1 finance Director in charge of all financial handlings (incoming, outgoing and grand totals at the end of the day), 1 PR officer in charge of sitting arrangement and staff flow. Closed at 2am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Production Dept- &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vt3JmGyyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9Y79bKngQgU/s1600-h/DSC00755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vt3JmGyyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9Y79bKngQgU/s320/DSC00755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177993728316853026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on rotating shift of 2-15 head(s) per shift, morning and night, 24hrs, closed on 6th day. In charge of folding of joss paper and red packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Fire Watch Dept- &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vuGJmGyzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qq_S48sJnrA/s1600-h/DSC00839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vuGJmGyzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qq_S48sJnrA/s320/DSC00839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177993986014890802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, afternoon and night shift, 1-8 head(s) per shift, 24hrs. Closed on the 6th day. In charge of burning joss paper in a metal pail and making sure that the fire doesn’t goes out. If the fire extinguished, my granny won't be able to buy her way through the other side. We've never been to the other side but went through Hell before, therefore, we follow the instrutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool on the 2nd day. Nothing great happened except for a couple of unrehearsed wailings from my aunties, luckily it didn't wake my granny up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-4479119821988924218?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4479119821988924218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=4479119821988924218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4479119821988924218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4479119821988924218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2-tribute-to-my-granny-rosemary.html' title='Tribute to my Grandma- Part 2'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vsCJmGyqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gtpfnHLFoOc/s72-c/DSC00996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-6827903531068170492</id><published>2008-03-15T22:45:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:14:25.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tibute to Grandma -Part 1 ( 7 Days Series)</title><content type='html'>These seven days series were never meant to be sacarstic nor not showing respect to my dearest Grandma...My family who read these, please do not be offended. Life is hard enough.. please take it with a stride. Just remember these 7 days we spent with our dearest Grandma...We will try to remember the happy things during our hardest days... The most important thing is I LOVE U ALL... REALLY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to My Grandmother Rosemary Chinyou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Date (not mine, my granny’s)&lt;br /&gt;Name : Rosemary Chinyou&lt;br /&gt;Born : 1929&lt;br /&gt;Age : 79&lt;br /&gt;Sex : Female&lt;br /&gt;Personality : Good nature but will pinch occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;Passed on : Feb 11th 2008, 9.25am&lt;br /&gt;She was bed Ridden for 4 years due to the fall that broke her pelvis bone. That was not all for her, she was diagnosed with Parkinson disease that made her hand jerk involuntarily. 2 Years later she broke another tight bone when she tried to climbed out of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;She left 10 daughters, 5 sons, at least 30 grandchildren and a handful of great grandchildren to the arms of god... if there’s one. &lt;br /&gt;As creepy as it may sound but her presence will always be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my aunties and uncles will now bring you to the guest’s holding area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9viL5mGygI/AAAAAAAAADw/efxC9BZvBD8/s1600-h/aunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9viL5mGygI/AAAAAAAAADw/efxC9BZvBD8/s320/aunt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177980890659604994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell that they are not into customer's service- No smile and look gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will sit and relax while I’ll tell you in details what I went through during the 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the February of 11th, I received a call from my cousin. Over the phone she told me she suspected that my granny's dying. I felt suspicious of her suspect ion so i called my mum. She confirmed that granny's dead. I was shock! While my cousin carry on suspecting i rushed to my granny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was walking along the corridor towards her apartment, i saw shoes scattered around in front of the open door. I knew there was a break in. I kept clear minded and remembered that my granny's dead. Poodle- my beloved star tortoise was dead too on the Febuary 18th 2006 due to kidney failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             This is poodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vlJpmGyhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8hVoFX7rFCU/s1600-h/CIMG0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vlJpmGyhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8hVoFX7rFCU/s320/CIMG0018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177984150539782674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked throught the open door and saw my #10 aunt rushing over me. I thought she will attack me but she did not. Instead she came on to hugged me and console me not to cry. Actually i was hungry not crying but she was, so i was confused. I played along and continued hugging her. After 10 &lt;S&gt;years&lt;/S&gt; mins she let go and I realised she was wearing a "Tudong"( a Malay tradition costume), she look beautiful in Tudong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vlg5mGyiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JNxjm5Ck9FA/s1600-h/CIMG0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vlg5mGyiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JNxjm5Ck9FA/s320/CIMG0861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177984549971741218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; # 10 aunt- she's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my mum and i rubbed her arms(meaty) a bit and went to hug the rest. Hugging went on and on and on and it took a long while before i saw my granny's &lt;S&gt;carcass&lt;/S&gt; body.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get near hear because she was surrounded by many &lt;S&gt;things&lt;/S&gt; aunties. They were all &lt;S&gt;howling&lt;/S&gt;crying and i was so affected by it that i felt like crying too. I held back my tears because i know - Man sheds blood not tears... so i bled.&lt;br /&gt;My aunties saw me and gave way to me. Iwalked towards my grany's body and looked at her. She looked so different now, unlike when she was still alive, there’s something cold and stiff about her. She didn’t pinch me either, like how she always does. I think she is dead. The heart is gone, so is the family. It hurt so much that i didn’t cry, I don’t understand why but I just couldn’t. Instead my stomach was hurting like hell and distracting me to act accordingly. Not a good time for me.&lt;br /&gt;I've not any breakfast so i ate a banana in the kitchen, they always have it there. I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Her Body was then taken away to prepare her for the grand finale.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffs got organised and the workers start setting up the tent for the 7 days wake. More and more people arrived at my granny’s and more and more people cried. My mood was like shit and my stomach still hurts like hell. I discreetly went to take a dump, while people were gathering at the hall talking.&lt;br /&gt;The tent was completed, we all went to the holding area to wait for my granny’s body to be transported back from the whatever place where they did her finale make-up and dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my granny’s body made the grand entry, all my aunties, uncles and cousins cried in pain (not all), I did not, i bled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Altar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vlzpmGyjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ct94Q81kVmw/s1600-h/CIMG0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vlzpmGyjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ct94Q81kVmw/s320/CIMG0782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177984872094288434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vl-pmGykI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hPvVvzb4kL8/s1600-h/CIMG0783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vl-pmGykI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hPvVvzb4kL8/s320/CIMG0783.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177985061072849474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vmKpmGylI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xj8cMl4_l48/s1600-h/CIMG0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vmKpmGylI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xj8cMl4_l48/s320/CIMG0790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177985267231279698" /&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;Everyone was so damn devastated. I was hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny was place in the coffin by the “Sai Gong”. (A person(s) who handles all the rituals during the wake) after he chanted some chinese language prayers in jewish which we do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vmcpmGymI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEG6k_h5ns/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vmcpmGymI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AGEG6k_h5ns/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177985576468925026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    This is a Sai Gong&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;The cries which were getting softer got louder at this time, maybe because the prayer sounded sad to many of us especially when it is in jewish . We chose the coffin specially for granny and she like it. She didn’t comment on that, silence means consent to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vmp5mGynI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7IiwmyZNSO0/s1600-h/DSC00714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vmp5mGynI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7IiwmyZNSO0/s320/DSC00714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177985804102191730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her Coffin&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;The first day of the wake was the beginning of the end of my granny’s . It’s also the last chapter toward the last few pages of her life story. We felt sad but glad she didn’t have to suffer anymore from the 4 damn years of being bed ridden. She’s free now from pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Rosemary chinyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vm3JmGyoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rjZL_g5VZhE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9vm3JmGyoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rjZL_g5VZhE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177986031735458434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 to be continue... (Special Thanks to Izzac)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-6827903531068170492?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6827903531068170492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=6827903531068170492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6827903531068170492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6827903531068170492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/tibute-to-grandma-7-days-series.html' title='Tibute to Grandma -Part 1 ( 7 Days Series)'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R9viL5mGygI/AAAAAAAAADw/efxC9BZvBD8/s72-c/aunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-7209500556528369148</id><published>2008-03-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:39:30.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdrCuF7qVLY&amp;hl=zh_TW"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdrCuF7qVLY&amp;hl=zh_TW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8637993111380574922-7209500556528369148?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7209500556528369148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=7209500556528369148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7209500556528369148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7209500556528369148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-song.html' title='New Song!!!!'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-4486441688189528813</id><published>2008-03-05T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:27:00.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake......</title><content type='html'>Went for a Service Excellence course on 03.03.2008 and its a half day course. Was feeling sleepy in the morning and saw alot of new faces in the room.. Everyone was so happy and chit chatting away except for me.. I don know what to say and don know why they were so happy about. Is a monday lo.. hello... But becos I am new with the company, I have to act like I am very cool..pretending I know nothing.. My facilitator tot that I had just graduated and this is my first job.. Hahahahah.. I laughed loudly inside me lo.. &lt;br /&gt;Then there was this lady, Aisha who had joined the company for only two months but she was mingling around like she had joined the company for donkey years lo.. She actually asked for my name and the funny thing was, she kept coming over to me asking me am I coping well..??? I know she meant well.. but hello, we are attending a course lo... what so unwell? The eye contact she made when we talked sent a shiver down my spine..hahhaha maybe I think too much la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the course, the facilitator wanted us to come out one by one and sit in a chair. Then our course mates will make some positive comments on you from what they observe from you during the course.. When it was my turn, Aisha shouted:" Ken, we all love you".. I was like what the lo... Got anything better to say not.. Don even know her and my course mates well. Where the love comes from???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like stunned and then my facilitator add on:" I can see Ken as a young handsome man.. quiet, patient and DEMURE guy." DEMURE lei!!!!!!  I tot that word is use to describe woman... DEMURE...I wan to faint.. Wow lau.. wait till they get to know me better.. These words turned otherwise lo.. hahahhaahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then hor.. I think they meant well la.. Is me who cannnot tahan la.. Imagine lei. I so talkative and crappy, but during my course, I became so quiet and "cool".. HAHAHA.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think only ppl who know me well enough will know what kind of person I am.. hahaha. I mean to say other then being patient, nice, caring, simple and crappy. I have not much bad points la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-4486441688189528813?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4486441688189528813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=4486441688189528813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4486441688189528813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/4486441688189528813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/fake.html' title='Fake......'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-7804695533184264507</id><published>2008-03-01T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:11:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one..</title><content type='html'>One day, 4 babies were born at K.K. Hospital: a German, a Jewish, a Filipino and a Singaporean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, someone mixed up the babies by mistake, and the nurses couldn't differentiate between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the head sister had a bright idea. She lined the babies up in front of her and exclaimed, "Heil Hitler!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hearing this, the German baby raised his arm in a salute, while the Jewish baby soiled his diapers. In the meantime, the Singaporean baby turned to the Filipino baby and said, "Clean that up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;Miss Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main reasons why in recent years the Singapore Government has always ensured that their Miss Universe representative were of tertiary level education or higher was because of the following incident which occurred not too many years ago. It is the final round of the Miss Universe Pageant and the 3 finalists, Miss USA, Miss Malaysia and Miss Singapore are being asked 3 simple questions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: The first question is name me an electrical appliance starting with "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA: Lamp &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Malaysia: Light bulb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Singapore: LADIO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: No, no, Radio does not start with the letter "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: I am going to give you 2 more chances; The next question is name me an animal starting with the letter "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA: Lion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Malaysia: Leopard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Singapore: LABBIT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: No, no, no, Rabbit does not start with the letter "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: I am going to give you one last chance, if you answer this question &lt;br /&gt;incorrectly, you are disqualified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name me a fruit starting with the letter "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA: Lemon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Malaysia: Lychee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Singapore, with full of confidence, smiles and says: LIEWLIAN ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end of the story, the Judge consulted the board of judges to determine if Miss Singapore should really disqualified; and they decided that since Miss Singapore was having as many problems with the letter "L", the decided to give her another chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: OK, the final question is name me a human anatomy starting with the letter "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA: Lung (applause) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Malaysia: Liver (even more applause) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Singapore: LAN CHEOW ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: ?????????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;Ah Soh wants to buy a TV set. She goes to a shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Soh : "Do you have color TV ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl : "Yes !" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Soh : "Give me a green one, please " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;After taking photocopies of documents, Ah Soh always compares &lt;br /&gt;it with the original for spelling mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-7804695533184264507?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7804695533184264507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=7804695533184264507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7804695533184264507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7804695533184264507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-one.html' title='Another one..'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-874195241352775765</id><published>2008-03-01T08:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:04:36.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few jokes that I read.. abit rascist though.. no offence.. for laughter only..</title><content type='html'>Mat = Our Brothers from the other race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;Mat went into the Job Centre to apply for a job. He filled in the Name, Age, Address and IC No. columns, but then paused at a column marked "Salary Expected". He wasn't sure what to write, so he thought for a long while. At last, he smiled, put his pen to paper and wrote, "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Mat, who was in Primary 3, came home from school one day and asked his father, "Bapak, today in school, me and friends had competisen, see who's cock the biggest, lah. My cock bigger than all, lah. Why ah? Because I melayu, issit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father sighed and looked at him and said, "No,lah. Because you're eighteen years old." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)A World Bank development official went into a kampung to help the residents improve economically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately felt the reason for the poverty was clear when he saw Mat lounging under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why aren't you working?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Work for what?" replied Mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Bank Official: "So you can have an income!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat: "For what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Bank Official: "So you can start saving!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat: "For what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Bank Official: "So you don't have to work any more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat looked at him, puzzled, and said: "I'm not working now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)What is a Malay's favourite tv show?&lt;br /&gt;Ali Matbeal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-874195241352775765?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/874195241352775765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=874195241352775765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/874195241352775765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/874195241352775765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-few-jokes-that-i-read-abit-rascist.html' title='Just a few jokes that I read.. abit rascist though.. no offence.. for laughter only..'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-6479254676165380925</id><published>2008-02-28T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:12:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>A Story from the Mental Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nam Weng and Mary were both patients in a Mental Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;One day, while they were Walking past the hospital swimming pool, &lt;br /&gt;Namweng suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank like a stone to the bottom and stayed there. &lt;br /&gt;Mary promptly jumped in to save him.She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. &lt;br /&gt;When the medical director became aware of Mary's HerOic act, &lt;br /&gt;he immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, &lt;br /&gt;as he now considered her to be mentally stable.&lt;br /&gt;When he went to tell her the news, he said,&lt;br /&gt;"Mary, I have Good news &amp; bad news. &lt;br /&gt;The Good news is you're being discharged because you were able &lt;br /&gt;to jump in and save the life of another patient. &lt;br /&gt;I think you've regained your senses". &lt;br /&gt;"The bad news is that Nam Weng, &lt;br /&gt;the patient you saved hanged himself in &lt;br /&gt;the bathroom with the belt of his robe. &lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry, but he's dead". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary replied, "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-6479254676165380925?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6479254676165380925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=6479254676165380925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6479254676165380925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6479254676165380925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-8019951661672026522</id><published>2008-02-27T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:09:35.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This gal gonna hate me!!</title><content type='html'>One fine day, I was in the mrt on the way to work.The mrt was filled with people and basically, all the passengers were almost touching one another. While I was happily listening to my MP3, I coughed. This cough was so fast and unexpected that I saw something flying out of my mouth and landed on the face of the lady in front of me... She was standing side way and guess wat!!! She saw me!!! Si Bei Malu lo.. She quickly took out a piece of tissue and started to wipe off the whatever that landed on her face. ME?? on the other hand kept cool pretending nothing had happened. Actually inside ar, my heart was pounding so fast.. The funny thing is no one else seemed to notice. Or maybe they know. They were only laughing inside... &lt;br /&gt;Wow My acting skills tahan till my station, I quickly walk out of the train without looking back.. I think the gal who kena my whatever ar was cursing me upside down liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-8019951661672026522?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8019951661672026522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=8019951661672026522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8019951661672026522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8019951661672026522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-gal-gonna-hate-me.html' title='This gal gonna hate me!!'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-1860150995208360933</id><published>2008-02-25T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:12:35.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NN0BYobQmPA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NN0BYobQmPA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我的海&lt;br /&gt;词曲:青峰&lt;br /&gt;演唱:苏打绿&lt;br /&gt;苏打绿-是我的海&lt;br /&gt;这些日子过来&lt;br /&gt;突然间变成一片空白&lt;br /&gt;这段日子是否&lt;br /&gt;沉睡中忽然哭醒过来&lt;br /&gt;太多意外&lt;br /&gt;没想要勉强我感慨&lt;br /&gt;太多困难&lt;br /&gt;会让人害怕看未来&lt;br /&gt;你知道我不想离开&lt;br /&gt;你知道我有多无奈&lt;br /&gt;如果时间一直走得那么快&lt;br /&gt;我怎么对你依赖&lt;br /&gt;阳光的下午慢慢感染&lt;br /&gt;当海不蓝&lt;br /&gt;飞起的梦想都变尘埃&lt;br /&gt;泪流出来该怎么办&lt;br /&gt;寂静的下午默默离开&lt;br /&gt;海也不蓝&lt;br /&gt;转过身不能再宠爱&lt;br /&gt;我多想大声喊&lt;br /&gt;我多不想明白&lt;br /&gt;我只想唱来一些温暖&lt;br /&gt;在我们心里不会腐坏&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-1860150995208360933?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1860150995208360933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=1860150995208360933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1860150995208360933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1860150995208360933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/mtv.html' title='MTV'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-8574930619773892283</id><published>2008-02-20T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:35:50.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family Tree- Only they will understand...</title><content type='html'>1st Auntie aka Da Ku- 1 son 1 daughter...Both shitty..&lt;br /&gt;2nd Aunt aka Er Ku- 1 son 1 daughter - Both nerdy..&lt;br /&gt;3rd Aunty aka San Ku -2 sons- 1 brainy , 1 Himbo (elder)&lt;br /&gt;4th Aunty aka Si Ku - 1 son 1 daughter- 1 tutster, 1 (no comments)&lt;br /&gt;5th Aunty aka Wu Ku- 1 son - Super ultra Himbo&lt;br /&gt;6th Aunty aka Liu Ku- 2 sons - 1 weako, 1 beautiful boxer&lt;br /&gt;7th Aunty aka Qi Ku - 1 Daughter- Bimbo minus the big boobs&lt;br /&gt;8th Aunty aka Ba Ku- 2 Sons - 1 Himbo wannabe, 1 Killer wannabe&lt;br /&gt;9th Aunty aka Jiu Ku- Nil- EAT HERSELF&lt;br /&gt;10 Aunty aka Shi Ku- Halal -No pork 2 sons-Halal no pork too,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Uncle aka Da Bo-3 sons - 2 slackers, 1 gangster (used to be)&lt;br /&gt;2nd Uncle aka Er Bo -1 son 3 daughters- 1 used to be handsome, 2 used to be beautiful, 1 lesbian&lt;br /&gt;3rd Uncle aka MY FATHER- 1 Handsome (ME) 1 Fatty&lt;br /&gt;4th Uncle aka Shi Shu- 3 Daughters- All have to Toh Tiap one...&lt;br /&gt;5th Uncle aka Xiao Shu-one daughter- Just a month old.. what to say.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful my family members are... I will always love u all.. no matter what.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-8574930619773892283?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8574930619773892283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=8574930619773892283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8574930619773892283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8574930619773892283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-family-tree-only-they-will.html' title='My Family Tree- Only they will understand...'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-6018908782580017909</id><published>2008-02-20T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:18:44.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece of Shit...</title><content type='html'>This colleague of mine told me that she has broken off with her bf just because she had lunch with me... What the hell rite???? I don know what happen to young kids nowadays... Fxxxing immature lo.. So what's wrong with having lunch??? Scared the gf will run away??? whats with the insecurity??Somemore becos of me??? Out of nowhere I become third party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him who may happen to read my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Please grow up... Whats wrong with you..If you don really like her, don play with her feeling.. Wat shit excuse....&lt;br /&gt;2) Do something to wake yourself up.. Wats wrong with gal and guy having lunch???? If you are really so insecure, tie her up, don let her work.. So no guys will ever have lunch with her...&lt;br /&gt;3) She loves you so much and yet becos of this type of shitty reason, you want to break off.. I really think you don deserve her... SHIT SHIT SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST WAKE UP LA  @#$%^&amp;amp;*^@*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-6018908782580017909?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6018908782580017909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=6018908782580017909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6018908782580017909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6018908782580017909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/piece-of-shit.html' title='Piece of Shit...'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-1522696955595895367</id><published>2008-02-19T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:53:31.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>Its been 2 days since the cremation of my grandma and I never felt so shag before. I can still hear the chanting and wailing in my mind till today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tot that I will cry, not once but twice. I tot I can hold back my emotions. But apparently, I failed. The passing on of Grandma brought back memories. Even though not all memories were fond. They were gone with the demise of Grandma and I will only remember the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope our family including my cousins, aunties and all will stay united and close forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK. enough of my drama. Shall Stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-1522696955595895367?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1522696955595895367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=1522696955595895367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1522696955595895367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/1522696955595895367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-3213647905340887991</id><published>2008-02-17T17:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:50:13.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Funeral dated 17/02/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7mbGLt4PKI/AAAAAAAAADU/oas-vKcjWCg/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168332577911094434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7mbGLt4PKI/AAAAAAAAADU/oas-vKcjWCg/s320/DSC00997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7gDort4PJI/AAAAAAAAADM/lCaH1_vBScI/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167884569872448658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7gDort4PJI/AAAAAAAAADM/lCaH1_vBScI/s320/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7gCcbt4PII/AAAAAAAAADE/vAjv7njN1vw/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167883259907423362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7gCcbt4PII/AAAAAAAAADE/vAjv7njN1vw/s320/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7gBR7t4PGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2CvW071tzUw/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167881980007169122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7gBR7t4PGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2CvW071tzUw/s320/DSC00997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7gBSbt4PHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y_2mELgM05I/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167881988597103730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7gBSbt4PHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y_2mELgM05I/s320/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to take some happy moments with all the cousins before the depature of our beloved grandma forever..Of couse they were sad moments.. but I think I will only show the happy pics rather than the sad ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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17/02/2008'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/R7mbGLt4PKI/AAAAAAAAADU/oas-vKcjWCg/s72-c/DSC00997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-8997086722991023343</id><published>2008-02-10T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:32:42.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e7e15d88e0c04e53" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-5267713685819528045</id><published>2008-01-30T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:27:02.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new hair colour!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was off on Monday, so out of nowhere, I decided to go to to the salon and trim my hair and dye it..since my reservice is over. So off I went.. Chose this colour called copper blonde and decided to go ahead. At the end, guess what!!!! instead of seeing this copper blonde colour on my hair. My whole head was red.... AUNTIE RED!!!! WOW KAO.. Spend money and yet the colour turn otherwise.. But then, I don wan to re-dye it for the sake of protecting my scalp (scali I become bald after too much re-dye)... so I kept this colour lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day while I was looking for some other colleagues in another dept, I saw this guy, Eng Kian who shouted:" Hey Ken, you dye your hair red ar, preparing for Chinese New Year is it???" I was like stunned, stoned for a while.. Si Bei Pai Sei lo. The Dept was filled with ppl lei.. Really feel like hiding under one of the desks to cover my Pai Seiness. Luckily, I tried to act cool and said" no la, chose wrong colour" Shit rite.. MA LU MA LU... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss say I look like Chao Ah Beng.. with this hair colour.. Kao.. Guess has to wait for a few months before I change another colour lo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-5267713685819528045?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5267713685819528045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=5267713685819528045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5267713685819528045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/5267713685819528045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-hair-colour.html' title='My new hair colour!!!!!'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-7972594808205072162</id><published>2008-01-30T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:51:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating....</title><content type='html'>Still having bad cough since last week... felt as if I am going to cough my lung out... sucky feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was toking over the phone with Tutster Jeff the night before.. Cannot tahan him... We were supposed to have a little steamboat gathering at his house this sat... 他妈的, was jokingly asking him do we need to pay for the food that his mum is going to buy and he became very serious suddenly saying:" of course need to pay la... do you think my family is very rich.. food cost maybe over $100 ok.. my dad is a taxi driver only hor, not earning so much money ok.. blah blah blah.." but what made me pissed off is when he say:" I not only want you all to pay, I will msg everyone tomorrow that they all must pay with exclamation mark!!!!" What the...... So I tell him:" don BKLTL la.. still want to msg ppl to pay up with exclamation mark!!!. Last Christamas dinner at Fatty Flora house, she din even asked for payment when her mum also paid so much." Kao... Irritating rite.. Ask one question, he replied 10,000 words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, nvm la... who cares as long as we got to eat on Sat.. Payment tok later... hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then hor, don know what to do after dinner liao.. KTV?? MOVIE??? CLUB??? Must let the rest of the group decide.. AM NOT making decision..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-7972594808205072162?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7972594808205072162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=7972594808205072162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7972594808205072162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7972594808205072162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/irritating.html' title='Irritating....'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-6083279464300663682</id><published>2008-01-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:19:07.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went club yesterday...</title><content type='html'>We were supposed to go KTV yesterday night... but then, realised that PLAY got free entry before 11.. So Cannon Ball aka Celest, Tutster Jeff and me decided to go and get the free entry first before we decide to go KTV or PLAY... Haha.. Very Yao Gui I know...I think Cannon Ball was very happy... cos no need to pay for entry fee. But then hor, before that she actually asked me if Big Boobs got discount anot.. My god... she tot what... I told her maybe Big Lan have lo.... HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din enjoy ourselves that much.. So many kids around.. Don know what to do.. so stay there till 1 plus then decided to go lim kopi..But then again, Cannon Ball left us in the lurch again lo... and went out with MOY MOY... leaving me and Tutster alone to go home.. Sucks lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go swim tomolo.. don know it will rain anot.. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-6083279464300663682?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6083279464300663682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=6083279464300663682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6083279464300663682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/6083279464300663682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/went-club-yesterday.html' title='Went club yesterday...'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-7377036371864366284</id><published>2008-01-26T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:21:34.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I drove to Terminal 3!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ha ha, yesterday we had steamboat at this restaurant called San He Yuan again... Thanks to Fatty Flora for the introduction. So cheap and nice. Now that black girl Sally keep introducing it to her friends... Good marketing through words of mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black girl said some of her friends kena tummy ache after eating the steamboat. But yesterday she worst, went Poo Poo half way eating steamboat... HAHAHHAA... even faster than her friends. Full of shit man.. But then again hor, the steamboat is nice la.. not every one poo after that hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After steamboat, nothing to do, so old man Yiwei drove us home for me to get my car... and off we went to terminal 3.. out of nowhere lo..Never been to T3 la... so don really know the way.. lucky got handsome Wei sitting beside me.. at least he can guide me. HAHHAHA. like Singapore so big like that lo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then T3 is quite big also la..we walk and walk, took some pictures, Don expect me to describe how magnificent is the infrstructure of T3 lo..cos I don know how to describe. HAHAHHA.Afer that we settle down at this AH KUN Coffee house for some coffee. Professor JX treat me coffee lei... so good.. Chat till one plus, then everyone cannot tahan.. so off we head for home... quite boliao night la. but I think we enjoyed ourselves la.. Old friends catching up.. Too bad, Inspector Chai cannot join us.. cos married with kid, have to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home at about 3 after sending everyone home.. but surprisingly.. not tired lei.. Everyone in the family were sound asleep while I was watching TV, with just a towel wrapping my lower body.. hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-7377036371864366284?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7377036371864366284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=7377036371864366284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7377036371864366284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/7377036371864366284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-drove-to-terminal-3.html' title='I drove to Terminal 3!!!!'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-8820020178888028294</id><published>2008-01-25T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:25:32.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts after ICT.</title><content type='html'>Never thought that I will miss my In Camp Training so much. Now my face so dark. The 2 days out sea did not leave me a good golden tan. Instead, my face colour look like some lost Thai boys outside Golden Mile complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really dont need to use much of your brain cells during reservice. Just work like a dog and listen to instructions can liao. How I miss such days. Now have to wait for another 365 days for another ICT. Marcus and Winston have that 1 year training -their-body project which by then, I will be expecting 2 hunks to appear in front of me during in camp.. But then again, I think their project will fail la. I think pigs can train faster. Lucky Marcus don read this blog. If not I sure Kena from him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats all for today. Mind not working liao. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-8820020178888028294?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8820020178888028294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=8820020178888028294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8820020178888028294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/8820020178888028294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-thoughts-after-ict.html' title='My thoughts after ICT.'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-3061705685346409835</id><published>2008-01-25T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:15:09.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My second blog</title><content type='html'>The time is now 6.08pm and I am supposed to knock off at 5.30pm. My 3 best friends of almost 14 years will only knock off at 6.30pm. Here I am all alone in the office doing NOTHING. The office is so cold that I almost have a hard -on. Luckily I can control. If not.. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That black girl sure gonna take her own sweet time before she decided to step out of the office. Think she queen or wat??? Pui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like doing some exploration tonight. But don know where to start.. *Evil Grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-3061705685346409835?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3061705685346409835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=3061705685346409835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3061705685346409835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3061705685346409835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-second-blog.html' title='My second blog'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637993111380574922.post-3151862330078788718</id><published>2008-01-08T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:49:54.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a blog!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog. Please do not expect very chim chim english or any review on political or societal issues, simply because this will damage a lot of my brain cells. Hmmm, or maybe, I dont know how to write also. I must say sorry to Wilmer for my not creative blog name. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog will be full of singlish and rubbishes.Oh ya, and also R-rated content if any. So, if anyone happens to read it, please bear with me, or simply, boycott it. I am fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am on reservice now.. at my beloved 35 SCE.. this once a year thingy will end on 18 Jan 08. Guess by then, I will be sun burnt by the scorching heat out sea... Poor me.. But then, i think I will enjoy this reservice.. ok.. thats all for my first entry.. Need to sleep and sleep. Monday is going to be a 3 days 2 nights out sea... sigh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637993111380574922-3151862330078788718?l=kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3151862330078788718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8637993111380574922&amp;postID=3151862330078788718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3151862330078788718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637993111380574922/posts/default/3151862330078788718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenalsohasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/testing-testing.html' title='I got a blog!!!!!'/><author><name>xiaopang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06494032474733783385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFofSmccAfA/SMFzq90DEVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xZKh0pLiKzU/S220/n684552879_766177_4945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
