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Looks like I’m back again. And I noticed I’d already hit 15k tweets. But I’m still pondering over whether I should do “it” or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! This post isn’t about that! This is about something even more wonderful! Something even more spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 27th of January 2012, it was the official day of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait, let me start from the beginning of the ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so first off, 1st day of rehearsal - 25th January 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 24th, I actually borrowed Miss Mok’s Mac to do the backstage videos after I realized that there is no free program on Windows that would make my work any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, Windows Movie Maker ain’t gonna cut it anymore. This is more srs bzn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got the lappy around 11; I went to her house at 10. So after that, I worked through the night, until about 6am before the Mac decided to GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK by SHUTTING DOWN BY ITSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something I didn’t know about Mac is that it doesn’t have a “save” function. So I was at that time, hoping and praying it would appear in my face when I booted it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lo and behold, it did! I was seriously damn scared when it happened. So I decided to go to bed after that, seeing that the Mac was heating up quite remarkably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 12 to get ready to get to school for the first day of rehearsal at 1. Didn’t have school that day, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went in, and brought Toni and… someone else… Oh! Yan Wei to the back stage lift area to go down, since I dunno if the TFA front door was opened already or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while going down, I overheard that the sound crew was here already, which kinda surprised me, because I thought we only had them at Day 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I was in-charge anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, brought them down, and they proceeded to help Kelvin to move the stuff. Chairs were already there, thanks to Kelvin and Yeow Teng, and then I set up my “workstation”, which consisted of a box and my stuff on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to finish Day 2 of the backstage during my time, but it looks like there was no progress made anyway. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rehearse abit abit, played around abit. Everyone was sluggish and stuff. Didn’t know what was happening. Yan Wei decided to play around abit during Day 1 with my camera after being “inspired” by my video. Somewhat. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was Day 1. Only 1 semi-full run? Like, half tech, half full run. So, I guess that works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, after that, it was like, 10+ when we left the TFA officially? And then reached home around 11.45pm. Tired max. Tried to do abit of project, and go through some of my small pieces songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next day, went to school. I think I finished part 2 by today, and then posted it up. When to school to post it in the GC Connections page, because I didn’t know whether I should anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [W.N. It was all about the Queenie batch and up, so there like no link. So was pondering. But did anyway.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, project did in class, so I could run to the TFA soon after school ended. No Tim and Chua, which was AWESUM STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, I heard they just changed chairs. From pink to black colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND THE FREAKING CURTAIN COULDN’T CLOSE! It snapped the day before, and unfortunately, it couldn’t be fixed. IT WAS SO WORRYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, THEY HAD SMOKE MACHINES to replace them. I applaud them [WN: The organizing team] for coming up with such an idea, and also the luck of having a smoke machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the shining lights! So amazing! So many extra lights this year! Like a REAL concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we started around 3 ah? I can’t remember. Then later Ms. Lina came, then wah, the stress level went through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I was suddenly involved. And what that means is, I turn into my “NPCC” self. And no, you don’t want to see that side of me. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;2) Chun Hui broke down. Which actually pained me also. I’ll elaborate later.&lt;br /&gt;3) Queenie was running all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;4) Lina “lectured” us. Which is bad already. Like, Stage 2 already. Stage 3 = scolding. Stage 1 = doing nothing lah.&lt;br /&gt;5) Everyone suddenly went into “unfun” mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, stress level flew through the roof. Even I was going crazy helping Chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why I had no. 2) as one of the biggest indication, is because she’s like, the pillar of backstage. And the pillar of anything, really. You could say because we share the same name, or something. But there’s like, something when she’s running the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dispel any rumours, no, there’s no romantic feelings whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its maybe more of like, if suddenly I broke down. You know shit just got real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I took over the backstage for awhile. But I didn’t know squat about backstage, so I had to rely on the backstage crew themselves to know what to do. Somemore Ms Lina wanted to change seating positions, at like, 8pm on the day before rehearsal. And we needed to scram by 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crazy stuff. But Pei Yi, I think he’s the leader, lead pretty well. So did the rest of the crew, which kinda followed his lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the crazy rehearsal, Public Nuisance went off to practice on our own until about 11. With Javis, Toni, Kelvin as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Thow and Daniel Lim came as special guests today. Because they couldn’t make it the next day. Haha. Miss our Mr. Daniel “Hohboh” Lim. Unfortunately, he isn’t teaching us anymore. He was fun to be with to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that’s day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3. Final day. I returned home around 12am, then online and did everything and stuff. Then slept only at 3? Even then, still had abit of trouble doing so. The adrenaline too much ah. First time feeling like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.30 to get ready for school. Yes, I only had ~3-4 hours of sleep only before concert day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then woke up, dragged my feet to school, had Phoa’s class. And he was being a pain, no argument there. But also my fault lah. I just wanted to get to the TFA ASAP. So I was in my unusual “more-hyper-than-usual” self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then heard there was no Timothy [SCORE!], and thus we released at 1. After that, run to the TFA only to get stuff done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there, so little people were there. Stagecrew also not there. Sugar Sugar also not there. But Mr. Michael came soon enough, and Queenie was worried about our standard. The first thing she said when she saw me was, “Eh, let’s try Dancing Queen run.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also sincerely worried about our playing standard lah. But I’ll touch on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we practiced with whoever was there first. And it was very “luan” ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then soon, we had semi-tech runs. The sound man also want to test the mic. So very messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough, everything was sorted out. Mr. Gaspar left at ~2.30? Then we started our tech runs after that. No stage crew, so the stage was in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tech-run already, then we had some playing time. And Queenie after that was freaking out already. I think she was on the brink of crying, but still held herself together for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if the “tao” collapse, so would the rest right? Somemore Chun’s episode yesterday already was quite a blow to us liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a brief chat with her, before our next item came up. I hope that lifted her up abit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I gotta get better at these. I went through it before, and it pains me to see another batch suffering the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was worried about the current state of the Senior ensemble. Because at that moment, we were being OWNED – Yes, that’s right – by the Junior ensemble in terms of comparable standard. And that was VERY VERY worrying. But I assured her that we always like to perform when the stage gets bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means, concert that time, be assured that we will give 100%, no problem. But practice, we only show like 60%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that it was close to 6 already. The Junior ensemble left at 545, and Sugar Sugar was instructed to come back at 615, whilst the rest at 630.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Sugar came only at 620 anyway. But we had some valuable practice, and in the end, WE WERE CLOSE TO FLAWLESS. Especially the last practice infront of the rest of the juniors. So awesome feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, my turn to worry about those whom are coming. Tried to SMS everyone, but it looks like those whom I SMS were the only ones really coming. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to meet the rest. Meet with family first, then was trying to find Junwen and the rest, but no luck. Somemore my phone reception was working. DAaaaaaaaaaamn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that saw them. Talked to them abit. Then saw Ms Lina, talked to her abit also. It seemed that she prepared something “special” for all of us, but it went missing the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very curious about what’s it, though. Haha! But knowing her character, she rather strangle me, then to say it out. xD! My wits can’t match hers, that I’ll admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, she introduced me to Zion, and Chee Kiong, the first batch that Ms Lina took when she took over, I think. 7th batch, if I recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So soon, we went in, and the concert started and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boomwhamwhoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermission met with Miss Alisa Chuaaaaaaaaa. And her BF! Honestly, her BF the hair long like her, like Raphael like that. [Not close to Raphael, though. Haha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, went around with her, introduced her to Jarel and Chun Hui. So fun to introduce people to Chun Hui, and confusing them. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, it seemed like Pops went to complain that the “Tan” version of me was on the list, but mistaken that for my name. Then he went to hoo-hah over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky they know me as someone not so serious, so nothing serious happened! So it was fineeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after intermission, Public Nuisance crazy stuff, and Just The Way You Are, we decided to sing instead, because I brought the Fedora and Mr. Michael wore it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I FORGOT TO MENTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before we went up the stage, we were at the dressing room. And Erjill started to play Bohemian Rhapsody with request by Yan Wei. And you know, when you damn excited anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I first sang the starting with Yan Wei, like, abit abit. Then Jun Seng joined it. Just to sing the “MAMAAAAAAAAAAA” part. And the “PAPAAAAAAAAAA” and “BROTHERRRRRRRRR” and “SISTERRRRRRRRR” part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choon sooned joined, then Wee Hoe, then the rest. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we jumped to the breakdown. The “SCARAMOUGE SCARAMOUGE WOULD YOU DO THE FANDANGO.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn epic. If there was a moment to take away from the concert for backstage. That was it. That was why I liked concerts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during the inbetween sets, we kept having fun around with the props that we brought. Mainly Public Nuisance lah, but still, the other props also. My Fedora keep give other people play, and this is what we came up with when each individual had the Fedora on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin: Farmer.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Forget already. OH! Some old singer from the 70s.&lt;br /&gt;Choon: Pervert [Audrey]/ Al Pacino gangsta’ [me]&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Jarel: Businessman&lt;br /&gt;Erjill: JUST ADD ON TO HIS AWESOMENESS.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey: Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Above was evaluated by me and Audrey. And by no means everyone’s opinion. Although that’s the majority. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then so after intermission, I wanted to wear the Fedora up-stage, but Jarel ask me to play around with it on others. Then we gave Mr. Michael wear, then he “WHOA, how about I come in during the 2nd chorus, and asked everyone to sing along?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during that song, PEOPLE DID SING ALONG! I agree I went out of rhythm because I try to sing along also, but then since the Audience singing, I faster got back on track, AND IT WAS EPIC MAXS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that… I dunno what already leh, I keep jumping! Hahaha! IT SO EXCITING! I’M BASICALLY WANTING TO JUMP BACK INTO THAT TIME AGAIN, AT 442AM IN THE MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how excited I am, even though its 2 days already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, the set itself was fine. The whole concert was fine. Then during James Bond, Hafiz supposed to pull the gun, then he point in the sky, then cannot fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all like, staring at him, then when he cannot fire for like, 3 secs, we started to laugh. ON STAGE. HAHAHA! LIKE DAMN FUNNY LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin’s presidential speech was inspirational, but at the wrong timing. But still! It was something I felt it was totally from his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he was a little draggy. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we “Fireworked” it off, and awesome! IT WAS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after-party was awesome also. Chun got a flower bouquet from the boy. Awwwww. We wanted her to go on stage in the middle, but she told us the small boy couldn’t even come up, So she went there instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, aw man, thinking back like that, isn’t doing good for me right now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we cut cake, thanked everyone, including the sound crew, Azlan and Ariff and gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolita: For being an excellent sound manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was really appreciative of Jun Seng’s contribution to backstage at the last minute. Even when he wasn’t involved, he got himself involved and helped everything run smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then… somemore what ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me post what I posted on FB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all! Excellent performance and concert just now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniors, you guys were AWESOME with your pieces. Continue to keep up the good work! By far better than our batch when we were Juniors. (That means Skater's Waltz, if you know what I mean. Jarel Ye, Muhammad Norhafiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, Sugar! You all purposely one right. Purposely wait until want to perform then play until so nice. Make me and Toni Medrano freak out for nothing only. Hahaha! The final performance wasn't our best, but its VERY VERY CLOSE! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors! I've never had that much fun ever before during pre, during, and post concert! All I have to say is that we should form a band just for Bohemian Rhapsody.&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said. Oh, and cakes are deadly. Erjill Sison, Yan Wei, Loh Choon Hian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstage crew! I dunno how many of you are here, but thanks for being so efficient and adapting. Even to the extent of losing your dinner time during concert day just to make everything run smoothly! Loli Fong, Lee Jun Cheng, Pei Yi, Derrick(sp?), Jianxiang(issit?), Shizuan(sp?), Amii, Hui Ting and Chun Hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICs! Queenie, Kelvin and gang! (Sorry, I ran out of tags!) It was tight, it was crazy, and it was a whirlwind of a time. But everything still came out nicely in the end! No one destroyed the stage while moving in, nor did anyone break anything. And everyone knew where to sit and the concert went without a hitch! So, mission success!&lt;br /&gt;And your faith in us seniors were paid off! I hoped that at least you guys also had fun, admist all the crazy, tight schedule! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Public Nuisance! It has been an honor playing with you guys. And honestly, it has been the 3rd best thing that has happened in my GC life so far. (The first being joining GC in the first place, and 2nd is knowing you guys!) Hope one day, we would be able to go to places far beyond our wildest dreams! (No Hafiz, Lao Pa Sat doesn't count. xD!) Glen Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been the greatest enjoyment playing with you guys, and I'm glad I got to have a piece, and share, of this awesome experience. I hope you guys continue to perform this well, and continue to bring up the name of NYPGC. One day, I believe, that I would see the day NYPGC performs at the Auditorium, and still have not enough seats for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for future shows and concerts! Go out there and make our club proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it's abit too long. Felt like it had to go somewhere, and so I chose here. NYPGC4LYFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you tl;dr, just know that you're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. NAO GO HAV FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I hope I didn't forget anyone! D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is word for word on what I posted. And how I really felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND BEFORE I FORGET. YANWEI LOOKED LIKE A GANGSTER BOSS WITH THE STICK AND HIS OUTFIT. It was epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s things like that, that I feel I would miss the most during my CCA life. I mean, Year 2 was harsh, but Year 3 was so much fun. So, so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I… don’t know. Words are not enough to express my gratefulness of joining, and having such an awesome company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Hafiz started to tear up abit before he left with his GF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would too, if, I dunno. If I wanted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, but it’s really an emotional moment, but I didn’t show it only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keeping saying to Jarel, “Sigh, this is our last year already…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he hear until tired already. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, so fast. In a blink of an eye, its over. 3 years. In Polytechnic life. In my CCA life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really imagined this time to come, but it is now. And I can even remember my Year 1 life, when Jarel dragged me to go and join Guitar Club. And I’m lucky he did. If not, I’d be missing out on stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even suddenly, while sitting around with Hafiz, he actually slightly remembered the tune that he played during the camp that I acted as a Caveman. And I still have that photo up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, haaha. Moments I’m going to miss. For life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hoping there’s photos and videos of backstage and the concert and everything. I mean, I’m truly very grateful that this happened to me and my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, as the saying goes, you don’t know what you have, until it becomes a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do understand it now. I’m never going to have a concert like that again. Where I know the Seniors; getting to know the juniors. Undergoing the same tough road as them. And being a helping hand, and helping out whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I’d be in army already, and like any other year 3 that goes in, concert becomes a thing of the past~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I come back after my NS, I won’t be able to recognize anyone already. Like how CF and the rest came back, they also know us only. The last remaining familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I didn’t get to take a picture with them. Neither with my cousin. Or my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much regrets that I’m having now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I’m a big believer of the future, but this is one time where I really want a time machine, and hop back into the time when our first rehearsal start, and relive that whole 3 days again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so… magical, to say the least. I mean, it meant even more that when our batch hosted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. Its almost like a graduating ceremony for us Year 3s. Its like, a testament to how far we, or rather I, have advanced as a guitarist and musician. And I’m sure that I might not get the best GPA, if this was a diploma, but I’m sure as the how there’s always a sky, that I’m leaving with so much memories and history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I just want to hug every single member right now. Haha. I don’t know. ITS SUCH A OVERWHELMING FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s still so much I want to say, yet I can’t put it into words, because its all experience! I really hope I can extract this 3 days from my mind, and like, convert it into video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can keep watching it over and over and over again. Appreciating it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its because I can’t, that’s why its such a memorable thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Pensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I think I’d end my Guitare-hype here, and tell you what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got home, I went to eat some Sushi with my family at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then okay, eat already, I started to doze off on 9gag at around 2, so I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 3, I think. I can’t even see the time. No clocks in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn’t take it, and I had to sit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by saying this, I don’t even sit up in the middle of my sleep for anything. Not even if I’m having a fever or what. Thirsty or toilet, no leave bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I really buay tahan, I sat up, and my whole head was swaying. My vision also, cannot maintain one. My chest was imploding, and I couldn’t take it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this is gastric, because before the concert I didn’t eat my dinner [shhh!] then I thought this was gastric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the toilet, and sat down. Lucky I didn’t bang into anything, and I’m used to walk in the dark to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sat there for awhile, then buay tahan, the feeling was incoming, and I vomited on my knees into the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bad. Like, I vomit one time already, I couldn’t even get up. My head must rest on the toilet seat. Then 2nd round, I could feel it regurgitating from my stomach, to my chest, up through my throat and out from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a bad feeling. I don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cannot tahan, I flush the toilet, and woke up mumz, and asked her the Sushi when expire, but it wasn’t the Sushi because my bro also eat, but nothing happened to him. So cannot be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dunno what was it, but anyway, I lao sai-ed two times after that also. It was like shooting hot-water pee out from my ass. It was excruciating. But endure endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after eating some Po-Chai pills, and warm chocolate milk, then I okay liao, then go rest back on my bed for the 2nd time. The 1st time failed, as I went to the toilet again to shoom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then managed to sleep, then parents were very worried in the morning, I think. Because they woke me up when the sky was kinda bright already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, post-concert syndrome, I guess? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t help that I was dead-tired after the concert already, then this happened. I mean, I’m the type who could last 40 hours without sleep one during chalet. But when I mean dead battery, I really mean lie-on-bed-and-gg kind of tiredness already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if this is the price I have to pay for such an experience, I’m glad the cost wasn’t so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and I’m looking forward to the next time I’m gonna meet the rest of NYPGC again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYPGC4LYFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m ever going to get tattoos in my life, I now have 1 more idea to my stash already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I’m not kidding. If my musician career really takes off one day, I’m going to get tattoos. And I know what already, and it isn’t anything stupid, don’t worry. It’ll be words and names I’d take with me to the grave gladly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it, it’s the end of a long, long post. I’ve hit 4060 with this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Later cousins coming over at ~11. Now it’s 5. Oops! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYPGC4LYFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-8323721982810495292?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/8323721982810495292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=8323721982810495292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8323721982810495292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8323721982810495292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-guitare-2012-other-stuff.html' title='LA GUITARE 2012! + Other stuff.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-2389171684264239152</id><published>2012-01-08T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T04:22:14.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYP NIGHT OPEN HOUSE + JAMMMMMMMM</title><content type='html'>Date created: 8th January 2012&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 8th January 2012&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 6th January 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, this is like the 1st post of the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, officially of course. I’m guessing the post welcoming the New Year wasn’t really exactly a “post”, was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to post, because for the last time of my Poly life, it’s the NYP Night Open House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know that wasn’t really a coherent sentence, but bare with me, ya’ll. I’m having a slight headache, and Its 3.25am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, forgive a suffering man, woul’ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to what I was talking about. Yeah! The Night Open House was amazing, as always. I mean, ever since last year, I’ve anticipated for this already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the best of performances, and NYP Jam is just there to blow away your mind into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so for that day, I did duty, because our school ended at 1, and I didn’t have stuff to do anyway, so I requested for duty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a free shirt and CCA point and waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, Glenn was such a funny guy. And somemore got DRAMA. I didn’t know how it all end up, though. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really has some of the best pick-up methods ever, and he even tried it at that same day. Of course, with a help of one of his friend. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was just a side-dish of what’s about to happen. FB was just being FB. Percussion going crazy, also usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year like very little performances. Like, only got FB and Percussion, then that’s all for CCAs. I expected more, like “La Ballroom En Masse”, or something of the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, someone named “Daryl Aiden Yow” from NYP came up to sing. And I honestly didn’t know who he was, but they say he had a fan base. So like, woooah, who’s this big superstar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Editor’s Note: After the Jam, and only like yesterday after finding for his songs. He’s actually damn good. Well, as a vocalist, anyway. He doesn’t have a band. But still, blown away nonetheless!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sang “Fearless” and “Speak Now” by Taylor Swift, and woowee, was he good. I didn’t understand why he never join the competition, though. Sure win one loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after those performances, they got the party started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, when everyone moved up, I also moved up. Then the judges behind me only. Whoa, like the scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like, 3 rows behind lah. I was 3 rows behind the front stage. So, you know, in the end I was in the middle. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chor Lin was also there, but she had duty, so like on-off. And she was too far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the competition started soon after, with Secondary school first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t think Shan and Rozz like, are good hosts? Except maybe Shan. She talked like, 90% of the time. And that’s a lot already, since Rozz only introduces the band. Like, cue in and out nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUMAI CRITIZIZIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, how is “HOUMAI” and “CRITIZIZIM” not getting red underlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS WORDS SPOILT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Secondary was up next. Or rather, up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MAN. I TELL YOU…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, better put warning labels first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---WARNING, HYPE AND CAPS UP NEXT---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY, WAS I BLOWN AWAY. Like literally, these kids should, at least, get molded, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the “Counting Crows” guy. Which is so what loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t really like, 50% compared to the competition, but he DID get the audience hyped up. So, I dunno. The judges decision, not mine~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the duo who did “Poker Face” by Glee was SO AWESOME. They didn’t look like they would kick ass, but they came out and WHOA, the bar was set so high, it was not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girl who sang “The One Who Got Away” by Katy Perry, strumming and singing at the same time, she really SOUNDED like her! And its only Secondary School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the “Counting Crows” dude. Singing was on-par. The standard that I expected. Like a 5.5/10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did get crowd participation marks, I’ll tell you that. Roaming around the stage to get hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next girl, WAHLAOEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SOUNDS JUST LIKE ADELE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I DON’T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE LOOKED LIKE SHE WOULD COLLAPSE AND BREAKDOWN ON THE SPOT DUE TO THE PRESSURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once she started singing right, like, ohmygod. Honestly. Sounded SO MUCH LIKE ADELE. And you know how hard it is to sing an Adele song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad crazy. Teck Whye Sec. I actually met her outside while walking the path to MRT, though. But she was with her mum, so I didn’t really approach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wanted to shake her hand and say, “You were awesome!” And maybe, take a picture with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, nah. Too weird for the common girl. I think she’ll get scared instead. Haha! But I bet if I’m with a friend, I’d do it. Confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how awesome she was. And her singing also compounded. And she did not even over-dress! Just shirt and jeans. Totally crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next group, from Dunman High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to remember those that really stuck in my mind for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this group of 5 really stood out, BECAUSE THEY HAD A CELLO, A VIOLINIST; AND A PERCUSSIONIST + KEYBOARDIST ON ONE KEYBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how taken aback when I saw those instruments onstage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played “Less than Perfect” by Pink. The friendly version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was okay, but the guy kinda failed the rap. So maybe that’s why they didn’t get any higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Cello and Violinist? Taking band performances to a whole new level. I think that’s why the sound system was so bad in accommodating them, because well, you don’t see those instruments everyday in a JAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the winner was Miss Teck Whye. Then I think Dunman High. Then Counting Crows? Then Katy Perry + Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. Hard to judge. Counting Crows so high, is kinda disputable, though. But hey, they’re the judges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---End of Sec School segment---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just remembered, one of the judges is Bevlyn Khoo. The singer for the “Little Nyonya” theme song, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That performance was before the NYP Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guitarist is still the same like last year one leh, I realized. Haha! Using the same silent guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I thought was pretty versatile, if you ask me. Could sound like an acoustic, even though is nylon-stringed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the bass was boomboom, like a bass guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever start earning money via music making, I’d like to get one of that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after the high bar set by the Secondary school, it was time for the NYP segment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Sec School really took A LOT of energy from the crowd. So at the end of that, the energy kinda died down already. Especially the FBodz people in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first up was this band, singing “Take On Me” by A-ha. A throwback to the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not bad. The main singer’s vocal range was truly wide. Can hit all the high notes. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever seen the “Drummer out of place” Youtube video, the guitarist was something like that. Like possessed like that, rocking out SOOOOOOOO HARD to… Take on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they had an interesting set up. Replacing drums with a Cajon. Which is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next singer after them was Façade, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is Brandon and friend! Singing “The Man Who Can’t Be Moved” by The Script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. And their shiny guitars also helped a lot. And well, from Soundcard, you can’t really doubt their ability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, it was another crazy performance by this Chinese girl. I think is Singaporean. And she proceeded to sing a MALAY SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY UNEXPECTED. Although she had the look of like, Malay-type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT MAN, SHE SANG LIKE A MALAY SUPERSTAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one you gotta hear to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation all on point! Or rather, I can’t really hear that it’s a non-malay singing! If I heard it on the radio or something, I’d immediately think it’s a Malay singing, not a Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being racist whatsoever, but really. The looks didn’t match the voice AGAIN. THE 12312412TH TIME OF THE COMPETITON ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I think she sang before Brandon. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, the last band sang “California King Bed” by Rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t bad. It was quite good, actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was the only group with a full band. And it was awesome, although a bit ear-blasting, compared to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I think happens regularly if you’re playing as a band? I don’t know, never attended much rock concerts before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the winners was Façade! Then California King Bed, then the malay girl. Then Unchained + CMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMI = Chinese Malay Indian. The A-Ha group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I also forget about the “Unchained Melody” guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS REALLY GOOD LEH. WHY THEY NEVER PICK HIM TO WIN SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he sang, I really like, captivated. And so were the rest. Everyone of us. 2 minutes in, we all silent, which is so rare because there would be chattering somewhere here and there one, but it was really totally silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, he go disiao one of the FBodz member. Because its like a, love song? Then at one part, he go point at her, and the friends didn’t hesitate to jump on the wagon. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he was penalized for at the end, failing to hit one high note. Lucky he duck away when he “zao xia”. Which made us laugh, but hey, awesome performance nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s it for NYP Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year really. Such a big difference! The Secondary School really blew my mind into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t they go into YouTube, or like sing and post online! Sure very popular one leh! With such vocals! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, congratulated Brandon, and went to chat with Chor Lin for awhile. [WN: She has pizza for reward for helping out for Open house! Why don’t I have anything! ):]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Queenie also, chat abit, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t really stay for DJB to spin Mambo hits, though. Not really into clubbing. Last year YOG was enough. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as stated, while walking home, saw the “Someone Like You” girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is all for this post. Sadly, this is my last post for Open House. I doubt I’d be coming back next year already, since I won’t get to book out. BUT HEY, if I DO book out on the same day, coincidentally, I would like to come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, NYP Jam has yet to fail to impress. Except maybe 2010, the sound system abit ‘cui’, but those bands were mad crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized this year only ONE full band performed. The “California King Bed” one. Then one with the funky Cello-Violin-Keyboard combo, and another with the Cajon replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sound system wise, it was pleasing to the ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, the Secondary sing all the relatively-new songs. Those that are good lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the NYP section, sing songs like A-Ha lah, The Script lah. Unchained Melody lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE’RE NOT OLD OKAY. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the difference in generation can be seen, I guess. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the voucher-giving was damn fail, seriously. No one volunteered. No more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been so face-palming. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, unfortunately “We’re Just Friends” didn’t enter. I really thought they had a chance, but it didn’t seem like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside, though, the people who were admitted in were all powerhouses. So that’s a good! At least no rigging was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone named “Huda” was called a powerhouse and sang the last two songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why also. So random. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s about it for this year’s NYP Jam, and Night Open House. The last time I’d ever be in one, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless fate really played a part, then I might be able to attend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know what I want to be next time already! I hope in the near future, hopefully, I’d be someway involved in the prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, you know, producing a song for them? –winkwink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Crazy dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, time for me to go to bed. 4:16am already. Meeting YL and Miss Chiang later! Gotta be tip-top shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Crazy, but achievable? Hopefully. Sigh. Isn’t really going my way now, though. Looks like the Zodiac signs predictions are coming through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. And ‘Friend’, don’t feel lost. Ever see this, contact meh! You know who you are! ;D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-2389171684264239152?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/2389171684264239152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=2389171684264239152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2389171684264239152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2389171684264239152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2012/01/nyp-night-open-house-jammmmmmmm.html' title='NYP NIGHT OPEN HOUSE + JAMMMMMMMM'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6818413708125107542</id><published>2012-01-01T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:46:51.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR 2012.</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWAHSHOWAHWOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year 2012. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT DO I DO NOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Not. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HERE COMES NS. AIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6818413708125107542?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6818413708125107542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6818413708125107542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6818413708125107542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6818413708125107542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-2012.html' title='NEW YEAR 2012.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-5980805488222094859</id><published>2011-12-20T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:25:07.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOOM R8!</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO! Got a Christmas Present for myself! The ZOOM R8! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. #ForeverAlone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-5980805488222094859?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/5980805488222094859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=5980805488222094859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5980805488222094859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5980805488222094859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/12/zoom-r8.html' title='ZOOM R8!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7188753093226508039</id><published>2011-12-15T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:50:00.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGE COMPLEXITIES.</title><content type='html'>Date created: 15th December 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 15th December 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: Uh, no idea. Today? 15th December, I guess? D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey what’s up everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Or maybe, everyone-who-still-visits-this-blog-which-is-actually-close-to-0-yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to blog and ya’know, let you know what’s going on currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Even though I have a Common Test tomorrow/later. Ohohoho, I am so scrwereeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not! Hopefully! D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to rant on how old I think I’m becoming already. IF you didn’t know, I’d just mark it down that 15th Decemember was the day that I actually saw the rant of a 18-year-old threatening a 14 year-old kid for stealing his 16 year-old girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to my mind was…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? U mad, brah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all; what you doing with a girl that already broke up with you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second; Gurl, wat u doing wit a 14 year old?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY – YO, THIS IS SO MESSED UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, when /I/ was 14, I was wondering what class I would be in when I going in Sec 3 and what CCA I wanted to be in and being a Prefect, and man, it was tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t go around chasing skirts, ESPECIALLY NOT ONE THAT’S 16. Dude, you’re only 14, srslY? Is Sec 2 passed medical checks yet, where they check your puberty level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn man, damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what’s going on with kids nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, after mentioning this, I kinda looked at my age now, and daaaaaaaaaamn, I’m already 19!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1 year before the big 20! And it always seemed that I was still like, teenager-aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because I’m still schooling, and of the such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it might also be a coincidence [or not], that Taylor Swift just turned 22 a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m 19, I have 3 years before I hit that mark, and yet, I have not really achieved anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, I mean achieving for my own, and not schooling or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I’m already 19! And I still have not done anything for myself, which is kinda sad, in a way. Like, from 20 – 30 should be the peak period of my life; Then 30-40, getting your life on track for the future; Then 40-50 working slowly/going to retire; 50-60 enjoy life; 60-?? worrying about when you’d leave this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah! 19 already, yet still here, you know, living the life of a machine that everyone goes through. Study, work, earn a lot of money to return back to the government [OOPS!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I mean at 50, no matter how many millions you have, you can’t like, do all those crazy stuff and all the partehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope nope. You just get really high-class parties, if you’re rich. If you’re not very rich, you just get home-crashings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, your peers should have kids and whatnot already. Or maybe some haven’t retire, or some not there already. [I mean they go overseas, not what hor. Choy!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’uno. I intend to make my first step come Saturday [HOPEFULLY!], and not back out like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just afraid its just another “3 minutes fire” kind of thing. [What was that my sis used that time…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I mean, I’ve never really been one to be known for perfection, nor one to always stick to something and run with it for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind keeps changing, and changing, and changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its good, because it allows me to think like, “Oh, this is very bad.” To “Oh, this is actually quite enjoyable!” in like, a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, its also same on the flip side, so it can turn from good to bad very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yes, sure I could put my mind to it, but hey, its part of me! I can’t really change it on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY, yeah, I’m going to embark on a personal journey come Saturday, hopefully. I mean, its quite a financial investment. But still, you know, no risk no returns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been reading loads of articles from those successful and made it already in the field, and one line they have been repeating regularly would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Chasing your passion”&lt;br /&gt;“No risk, no returns”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly their word for word, but along those lines. And I know, I won’t be really earning big bucks from this. Heck, I might not even have a secure future. But you know, I’m just going to make it into a hobby, and not my work, because when work and hobby gets mixed up, there’s bound to be conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, why have internal conflicts when you can avoid them? :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, hoping for the best that I stick with this route. But then again, I need to find people. And its hard. I don’t wanna work with people I don’ t know! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So support plzkthx! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, I think I’ll just try to hit 1k this time around. Then maybe do a little bit of revision, then head to bed because well, it’s getting late already! 3:43am! Guilty spark! [AHAHAHA, HALO REFERENCE. Okay, you most probably won’t get it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, looks like I still got lots to say, but I don’t really know how to phrase it in a way that won’t reveal too much, yet also talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, I’m so weird that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found someone who is actually quite like me! I mean like, the opposite of me, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, if you took my thinking, change boy to girl and girl to boy, and well, you kinda get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized this a couple of days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So freakeh! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because I thought no one would be able to think like me, but, there is. So, you know. Its good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I think. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… What else is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I don’t think I’d be going to the NYP Musical, because I didn’t know tickets must be taken from the Admin office. I thought can book one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looks like La Guitare dates are also confirmed! So if you wanna come down and support my last concert in NYP, contact meh! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 1k words! kBAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Woo, okay, that’s a really disorganized blog post. Head… Hurts… Damn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, see ya reading people soon! :D! Or rather, I’d write again real soon, reading peeps! :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7188753093226508039?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7188753093226508039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7188753093226508039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7188753093226508039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7188753093226508039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/12/age-complexities.html' title='AGE COMPLEXITIES.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6138173323090400593</id><published>2011-12-13T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:50:32.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13/12/11!</title><content type='html'>Yay, 13/12/11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6138173323090400593?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6138173323090400593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6138173323090400593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6138173323090400593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6138173323090400593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/12/131211.html' title='13/12/11!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-1506787267430859773</id><published>2011-11-20T04:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T04:10:20.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20112011 Update!</title><content type='html'>Date created: 20th Novemeber 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 20th November 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 20th November 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s up people! Yes, I know, long time no update. And it looks like the counter is slowly increasing to 15,000! You know what that means! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so if you’ve [or not] heard, my arm was busted severely some days back. Well, its just muscle soreness for those that actually work out their arms regularly, but hey, I’m not one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, my arm’s maximum extension is just 90 degrees, any more and my back muscles would hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm couldn’t extend past let’s say… 100 degrees? Otherwise my biceps would hurt. And maaaaaaaan, it was abnormalously big after work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even /I/ was scared of it. o_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, because my school is having this compulsory module for all NS-fit men, where you have to go and work out and stuff. Well, they force you to, so you can’t really escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did pull-ups on Monday, which was a 14th, which means its Sunday today, for those that are wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did 12 x 3 sets of wide arm, 12 x 3 sets of underhand. So for someone who has NEVER done a SINGLE pull-up in his life, has to do 36+36=69 pull-ups in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisted, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t matter, it hurts, BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. Till I can’t even use my lappy properly, that’s how bad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m fine and dandy now, and I actually don’t mind doing it again, though. Now that I’ve experienced the after-effects. Its not all that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hmm, what is there to update somemore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the movies “Tintin” and “Immortals”, and they were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who can’t like Tin Tin? He’s awesome. But yes, I did hate him when I was a small kid because his comics was always in abundance and not the “Asterix” comics. And being the young, foolish and naïve me, I actually thought they valued Tin Tin more than Asterix, and thus, Asterix never come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a sad boy everytime there isn’t a new chapter[?] of it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I caught Tin Tin for the first time today, in like, 10 years? I think got 10 also, that I’m actually past the COVER PAGE of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m a happy boy. Takes me back to how stories were made at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero; his side-kick; a very hate-able character that follows; clumsy side characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you grew up in a time like mine, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Unlike shows now where all TRIES to be likeable. Unlike the Captain, where initially he was such a downer, but becomes not-so-much-yet-still-of-a-downer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, spoiler alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s about it for Tin Tin, go catch it if you have the chance! Its so lifelike somemore, the animation. Especially Snowy, ‘sibei’ lifelike, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Immortals” was not so bad. I actually thought the ending was an intro to “300”, but there’s no indication online that it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its super action packed. Its really like “300”, so if you like that show, you’d love Immortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just your plain action film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch “Puss in Boots” also, though. I dunno why, but I kinda like to see shows like that. Animation shows. I know, you’d call me childish or what, who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I dunno how to link, so I’d just abruptly jump into the next topic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I’ve never actually thought about stuff this hard in my 19 years of life, but now I’m actually at a crossroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the more confused I get, and the more doubtful I have about my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve invested so much money on this already, and I’m going to pump in even more in the coming months, but its such an unstable kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I wanna call it a hobby, but its kind-of an expensive hobby, with all the purchases I’ve made already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really, really wanna make it work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never done so much self-studying about something on my own before, but by pursuing this, I’ve actually done so much self-reading on my own and figuring out stuff on my own as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificing time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet when I think about what I have on my hands right now, I’ve actually never done any self-study related to it AT ALL since I started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, as I look around those that are in the same course as me, or even in a related course, they’d be talking about so much specifics that I have no idea what they’re talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when it comes to my hobby, I can tell you the differences between 1 and 2 easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I on the wrong path? Shall I change it? Its such a big risk, and I’m not able to handle it if I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, if I continue on, I’d slowly turn into a machine, and most likely be lost if no one plans my next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is kinda where I’m at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I dunno what’s this feeling I’m having now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don’t wanna sound like a jerk, but at the same time, I dunno if I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading down the wrong roads, and scared of the consequences. Should I continue what I’m doing? Or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to, but then again, I don’t want to. I mean, if I do, I know it’s not substantial, but if I don’t, I might be wasting a chance of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that’s what I think I would be doing, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not sure on this. So much influx of emotions suddenly, I dunno what to feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School’s going just fine. Actually, I’m kinda NOT looking forward to grad day. Because it means splitting up from this awesome group of people that I’ve grown to kinda “like” since entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you look back when I start to enter, it’s such a difference. SUCH A BIG DIFFERENCE. Yes, they still aren’t the most polite people in the world [actually its just 1-2], and not really the most language-mannered people in the world, but it has grown to have comfort around them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now, meeting a new obstacle, I dunno how to cross it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, finally, I’ve struck an obstacle that I’ve trouble crossing. Usually, I’d be able to solve stuff on my own, but this time, I think I’mma gonna need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Or maybe not. My life, my way baybeh. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I hope so. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate on your tasks at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantra. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I think I’m not going to cross 1.5k words this time ‘round. I’m only at 1152 at the current moment, and I’ve run out of topics to write already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I think I can extend it till 1500 words, but then the main, juicy part of this post has already been milked to the very last drop already, and I can’t squeeze in anything more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can, but I don’t want to go back and edit! I’m trying my best to just do a one-time write through these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maaaaaaan, what’s up with my English now, can’t even write descriptive idioms with ease anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is bad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, 1250, and ending! Put this in your list! Where for the first time, I’ve never reached 1500 words, and ending a blogpost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sigh, should I continue this path? Meeting crossroads at so many areas now. Usually, one forked road is tough enough, now there’s like, more than one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you know me, you know I don’t like to decide on stuff. Well, sometimes I do if no one else does, but you know, if I had a choice, I would choose not to make a choice, and just see where the future takes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I do that, I might severely damage myself and what I want. But the future would be more clearer, that’s for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. So today’s 20/11/2011. The 2nd last reoccurring year! Next year, 20/12/2012, would be the last of the last, as there’s no more 20/13/2013. So, I guess as the years pass, so does everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something major on a milestone, I shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. I NOT HAPPY. 90 MORE WORDS ONLY. Mind if I mindlessly rant here? No? I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m not ranting anyway. I just wanna say that my Sis is coming back soon! Yay! Which is so AWESHOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I lost my Camera Charger, WHICH IS A TOTAL MOOD-BREAKER. Seriously. I just sat in my chair and did nothing. Absolutely nothing except thinking and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so deep down in the depths in the ocean, and up till now, I still can’t believe I lost the charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a very sad panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just achieved 1517 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achievement Unlocked: End on a melancholic, yet joyous, note. [3G]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-1506787267430859773?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/1506787267430859773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=1506787267430859773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/1506787267430859773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/1506787267430859773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/11/20112011-update.html' title='20112011 Update!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7298217919173159973</id><published>2011-11-20T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T01:08:08.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011, 2011!</title><content type='html'>Zomg! Its 20/11/2011! So amazing! Shall get a post done soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7298217919173159973?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7298217919173159973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7298217919173159973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7298217919173159973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7298217919173159973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/11/2011-2011.html' title='2011, 2011!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7451745222415248916</id><published>2011-11-11T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:11:04.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/11/11 at 11:11:11! :D!</title><content type='html'>Yay, I'm going to cheat and plan this in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, 11/11/11 at 11:11 am! WOOHOOO! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7451745222415248916?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7451745222415248916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7451745222415248916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7451745222415248916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7451745222415248916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111-at-111111-d.html' title='11/11/11 at 11:11:11! :D!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-200467939770440881</id><published>2011-11-01T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T02:54:45.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.11.11!</title><content type='html'>Hey! Its 1/11/11 now! And I just missed 1.11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly just, but, you know. MAKE BELIEVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-200467939770440881?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/200467939770440881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=200467939770440881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/200467939770440881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/200467939770440881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/11/11111.html' title='1.11.11!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-5878393998544419720</id><published>2011-10-28T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T01:23:25.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYPJAMLAH.</title><content type='html'>Date created: 28th October 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: Sometime in the month of October!&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 28th October 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, okay, so I’m updating again! Missing my updates? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m going to like, “close” this blog soon, I guess. Since no one really reads it anyway? And well, yeah, I’m reaching 15k views, so I guess that’s pretty much a big milestone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, I have no idea how many viewer counts I have, so yeah, I shall check it once this gets up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you’re still even reading this, then well, I guess you kinda know what’s going on in my life already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Don’t you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, just to write it down for “you” to know, because I know I have been neglecting you for so long already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry. ):.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to “The Script” and “Boyce Avenue” now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not something you would want to know, but now you do! Ah ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’ve known, October is when NYP Jam opened up for Auditions, and this is mainly what got me motivated to blog, because once the feeling is gone, its gone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So write it down when it still counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you guys didn’t know, NYP actually has this, “NYPJam” organized every year, where bands only formed by NYP students can apply, which is not a lot, thus, you can really showcase your talent next year during the 2012 Open House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanted to join, like, SOOOOOOOOOOO bad, that I actually said to myself, “I’m going in. I’m going in, I don’t care what, I’m going in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow’s the deadline, and guess what, I’m not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the story is this: I could’ve joined, but I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that’s the summary, but its something like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to join, I got someone to join with me already, and she’s like, VERY VERY motivated to go, which made me like, “Whoa, let’s go!” kind-of-thing. But being the ‘oh-so-sociable’ me, I wanted to ask J to join with me, because, well, you know, we go way back. Then it so happens that H was there as well, and thus, I had to ask him to join as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nevermind, having him around, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is where it all went downhill, INSTANTLY. I mean, it was already going downhill once H heard it, but still, ya’know. We were 2.5 years CCA mates, and I’m okay with him, but we couldn’t leave the 4th person out, so we got this, ‘situation’, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S first wasn’t too comfortable with it. J was okay with it. H I didn’t really know. So we dragged on for a week, and then finally like, on Mon, we decided to cancel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Before I go there, so let me say first. So we decided like, 2(3?) weeks ago that we wanted to join, but we needed G to come in also, and we decided that he’d join. So the next week GC, we asked him, and okay, no probs. Except one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So G proposed we push back the registration first, which I thought, okay, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push push, next week [= this week.] came around, and the deadline I THOUGHT was Wed, and so, I like, thought no time already lah, so I discussed with J about it again. And all was well, I mean, we can be direct with each other, and when we went to Jurong Swim that time already he say if continue drag, he don’t think it’s a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday, I was like, ultimately fan nao-ed max. How fan nao? I couldn’t sleep, even though I went to bed at 2, I ended up sleeping at like, 4.45? Or something. Then next day 9am lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then okay, woke up, discussed abit with J, and we decided not to join, and J helped me to spread about the cancellation, and so it ended like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, G also didn’t reply. Like, everything also didn’t reply. W/e man, if I’d known sooner, I won’t even make the effort lah. Wahlao. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, the same day I messaged S about it, and she was like, shocked that we cancelled it, because she really REALLY wanted to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then H MSN-ed me, and also same thing, asked me if the thing really cancelled anot. And sometimes ah, I feel like punching people like that. Do nothing, expect things to get done, then when it doesn’t, YOU COME AND GIVE ME SHOCK FACE WHY GOT NOTHING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, H contacted S, and now they’re both joining NYP Jam. And I pretty sure Finals are not a problem for them. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because S is a tremendously good singer, but she just doesn’t want to show! So I’m not surprised if they really advance to the Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I really didn’t know what to feel. Its like, you set up something you’d die for, but because of your heart, you’re able to endure the pain of seeing it shatter infront of you, whilst the slacker stole your dreams and ideals away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks ain’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahhhh, I guess that’s just me. I dunno what’s going on there, and not trying to be egoistic, but it kinda sucks that when I had the chance to join, I didn’t but because of fear of upsetting the rest, I asked them to join and in the end, here I am, standing with nothing, while the person who did nothing, gets everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I really can’t explain how much disappointment and, well, I guess you can call it rage?, in me right now. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with too many groups to join but ended up with none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this teaches me a lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get something you really one, F the rest and just go for it. You might never know when your friend would steal it away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although J really, one type one. He’s the only one who keeps encouraging me to join, even though I know how much he wants to play in a band, and stuff like that. But he just wants to do it like, recreationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome friend indeed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ah well, sitting here as registration ends tomorrow 5pm. Or should I say later, 5pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am class tomorrow, and here I am pouring out my sorrows? Or rather, my disappointment in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that this opens a new door for me. Because I had so many plans after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh wells. You can’t have everything in life can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, you can’t have anything in life, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really have mixed emotions over this. But still, all the way “We’re just friends”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just like having your friend steal away the girl you are courting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so pro, I can relate relationships with problem-ships. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1171 words. Yay~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-5878393998544419720?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/5878393998544419720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=5878393998544419720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5878393998544419720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5878393998544419720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/10/nypjamlah.html' title='NYPJAMLAH.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-8843019954178055726</id><published>2011-10-09T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:11:59.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9/10/11!</title><content type='html'>Whoops! Almost forgot! Today's 9/10/11! Whoopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 2011. BIG YEAR YES?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-8843019954178055726?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/8843019954178055726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=8843019954178055726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8843019954178055726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8843019954178055726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/10/91011.html' title='9/10/11!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-8146265069138158397</id><published>2011-10-03T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:43:20.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, what to put as title? + Class Outing! + Other stuff</title><content type='html'>Date created: 3rd October 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 3rd October 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 3rd October 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT, WHAT’S UP BICHESSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Biches is a word? It’s not even underlining red when it’s CAPS, but it is when its UNCAPS-ed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes, “Biches” is a real word. Go check it up on YouTube, it’s the new Wikipedia. With the video “YOUR GRAMMER SUCKS”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, go see that. It’s like, mocking people who can’t spell right. I mean, no offence if you really can’t spell right, but at least don’t insult if you can’t even spell right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I’m writing/typing again. And recently, I think maybe I’m doing abit too much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I’m abit over… Maybe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, heck it. I DO WHAT I WANT YO, AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No like, really. Haha! I’m just doing what I want now! Which is awesomeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so as to let you know, I’ve been practicing my keyboard, I think its improving [yay!], but at a slow pace, so, yeah. [BOO!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to write, actually. I also don’t want to go into the main topic yet, which is to actually FUFIL MY EDIT, and write what happened at the class gathering and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be long. -cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I go into that, I just wanna say some stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I think I’m joining NYP Jam this year. Well, I really want to, and I found someone that wants to, but I have doubts about my ability, which then transfers into lack of confidence in the performance, and that’s not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can see me out there… If you’re even in NYP anyway. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Yi Ling’s leaving on Tuesday! Which is… Tomorrow! Technically. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get something for Bert and Tim also. Maybe a visit, perhaps? OHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wish Yi Ling all the best! It’s going to be a struggle, which is the cruel, harsh fact that no one wants to believe, but it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY. Don’t take it from me, I’ve never been to York [I think?], so, I’m not fit to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YES. Everything would be fine! Haha! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so that’s out of the way. [Yes, I actually lost my train of thought after drifting away for a bit. Dude, social networking is a tough job okay.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO BLOG ABOUT WHAT IS SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the day started out like usual. I woke up, and I was asked to go the Kbox directly before the time of the dinner at Seoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was totally not prepared for this. And I was asked to go, and after contemplating for abit, and with so many people asking me, I decided to go ahead and go, BUT JUST FOR AWHILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went, sat in, listen abit, “dian” abit of “ge”, but didn’t get to sing them [Oh well.], and I had to leave at 5.30 to meet the rest at the MRT so that booking won’t be cancelled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ‘lo and behold, no one was at the MRT. HUZZAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and Tim were at Seoul already. They actually wanted to join for Kbox, but the Kbox don’t allow like, more people to join. So yeah, I’m sorry dudes! Next time okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the MRT, met Aloy after awhile, and we went first, because to show like, THERE’S PEOPLE INCOMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then most of us were there already. MH, Lenice and Jac came later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is sometimes why I hate to organize stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, you go through the pain and the suffering just to find a right time for everyone, and then nobody wants to make a freaking suggestion, and you plan it out with like, 2 other people, and YOU GET PEOPLE THAT HAS THE NERVE TO COME AND SAY WHY SO EXPENSIVE TO MY FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, its quite expensive, okay fine, I agree, but that’s why I hate to organize stuff for people I DON’T KNOW. Well, not really “don’t know”, but like, don’t know their price range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yo, seriously? When they told me, I was like “Seriously?! And you didn’t even tell me beforehand. What am I supposed to do.” in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But taking the price into consideration, its like $30 per person, and yes, that’s abit steep, so I just took a deep breathe and went to Seoul, flustered around like a crazy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want it to be a bust, ya’know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the final ensemble finally came. It consisted of these amount of people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Jarel&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;br /&gt;Rick&lt;br /&gt;Bert&lt;br /&gt;Joshua&lt;br /&gt;Aloy&lt;br /&gt;SH&lt;br /&gt;XY&lt;br /&gt;Yulyta&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;Lenice&lt;br /&gt;MH&lt;br /&gt;Jac&lt;br /&gt;WJ&lt;br /&gt;ZX [Came much later. Around 9. We met at 6.30?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, then we really had a good time. In the end one person only like, $24? So okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, although we had been separated for like, 3 years now? But none of us has really changed much. Haha! I mean, yeah, we had some minor changes. People grew more handsome, more pretty, but the main core of us still the same leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same jokes, same humour. Its like going back to Sec 4 days again. Where we just could sit around and waste our time away, and its not very hard to do so, actually. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after Seoul, we were getting abit rowdy and they were closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finished the damned drink that Bert made. With Syrup and I dunno what, but it was AWFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not really, but it was kinda like, a weird mixture. And I’m the one that always mixes drinks, so that’s saying something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, some people went home, while the others went to Wendys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think got these people for round 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Jarel&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;br /&gt;ZX&lt;br /&gt;XY&lt;br /&gt;Yulyta [Can’t remember!]&lt;br /&gt;SH&lt;br /&gt;Lenice&lt;br /&gt;WJ&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;Rick&lt;br /&gt;Bert&lt;br /&gt;Aloy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that fashion, clockwise from my direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played zhong ji mi ma, and its kinda funny how always tio sabo by Aloy and Rick and Bert, although they’re trying to sabo each other. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, even I think I also haven’t change. I write number so many people know. IS IT REALLY OBVIOUS ITS MY REGISTER NUMBER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was awesome, awesome fun. A real worthy night out with like, “4e3’08” now. Because it kinda looks like only the few of us are the survivors left in the class. The rest… Well, I dunno if message got passed around, but that’s all that appeared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. That’s that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that day, it kinda made me think about it much more. Like, how we were, and how we are, now. So different; So many stuff that changed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I doubt anyone would think me and Jarel would turn out to be musician/guitarist [you know who is who. And I’m not a guitarist-main. D:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who’ve thought Aloy would go in Landscaping, and Tim and Bert to still be as connected here as ever, and Bert having a GF and sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda… Strange actually. Haha! To see like, your friend you’ve not met for a year, come back, and act as though he was there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno who said it during dinner, but its like, “We only get to see once a year leh!” or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought of that, and yeah, we really DO only meet once a year, when these two fellas’ come back from US and we gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’re like, acting as though we have been meeting up for like, once every month. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Rick, I can’t believe that I really didn’t see him for like, one year already. Or ZX or Aloy. Like, so rare to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, different “gang”, so cannot say. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I think it’s a worthwhile time. But sadly, it’ll be our last, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two better not come back. MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF IN THE US. Then maybe you could fly us out someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! So that’s that for the class outing. But before ending, STILL GOT ONE MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with SH and YL! [No, not Yi Long.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I already covered this in my previous post, but I just wanted to add all the games that we played, that really like, had fun with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Ugly&lt;br /&gt;Imaginif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there’s like, other side games and stuff. But we really play Imaginiff until like, the whole way? [Correct me if I’m wrong!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was awesome. Pitstop Café is really someplace we should all go sometime. Just to, play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have a new outing area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, BOARD GAMES ARE FUN. Especially when the group of VERY NOISY PEOPLE CAME IN, AND GOT SH AND YL ALL EXCITED TO THEIR BONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine if the crazy people were all there? Yeah, we’d make the place into our home. Like, literally. I think we’d be shouting and screaming too. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And the sambal chicken is awesomeness. Its like, sambal from the stingray, and you place it on top of the chicken chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can you ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s that. I dunno what to write, because I’m too lazy to go back into my previous post to see what I have written AND I don’t wanna overlap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like reading 2 of the same books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT DOESN’T HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it does sometime, but hey. CUT ME SOME SLACK. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I’mma gonna end it here. I think there’s nothing much left to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have something to say, then maybe I’d enter another entry. But yeah, time to wrap things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. MY VISION IS SET. MY PATH IS CLEAR. TIME TO GET A MOVE ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not, but one can hope… Right? :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Oh! And something would happen if I reach 15k viewers. Its like my twitter account! Must have milestone one. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask though; I won’t say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-8146265069138158397?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/8146265069138158397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=8146265069138158397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8146265069138158397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8146265069138158397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/10/uh-what-to-put-as-title-class-outing.html' title='Uh, what to put as title? + Class Outing! + Other stuff'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-8100143759985588238</id><published>2011-09-27T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T04:10:31.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane~</title><content type='html'>Date created: 27th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 27th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 20th – 27th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I think this is damn overdue already, but, ya’know, circumstances differ. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, this is about Tim’s departure, maybe the last time he’d be back in Singapore for a loooooong time, same as Bert’s departure, and then Yi Ling’s departure, although she’d be coming back, so, it’s not too bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it’s always kinda-touching when someone leaves for another country. Well, as for me, I think my heart has already solidified abit too much already. Haha! I mean, it’s nothing new for me; I’ve been doing it since I was… 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds about right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, before I get into that, I have to get to the happy stuff first! I’m currently getting my groove back; getting my English flow, yo. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is mostly because I’m teaching WX’s sister English again, and well, all I can say is that she has improved ever since I taught her! But the problem is she’s writing 700+ words, which is always a bad indicator of bad time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, because I always do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, its so wonderful to have ‘da flow’ back in meh. Churning out word essays like its my past time hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent work, young man. Excellent work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I haven’t see her recent one yet, but she’s doing exceptionally well, though! She just needs to keep this up, and a B might be in order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I hope. I understand all pains of tutors now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, that’s the English part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, coming back to the sad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Tim and Bert aren’t really coming back anymore? Well, I hope they don’t! Because if they do, it just means that they failed to secure a job in Seattle, which spells BADDDDD news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dudes, stay safe yo! We’d go over soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was surprised when Tim actually told me that Josh wanted to go over to study also. Like, if we didn’t have NS, he’d be there studying with them also already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we’d have to lose another member of 4E3. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, this year, I took the time to go and send them off. Actually, I didn’t really think about it, but the moment I went to send Tim off, the night before, I was thinking like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this actually might be the last time I’d be seeing them! Like, honestly. I mean, those living here, it most likely won’t affect you because well, they WOULD come back. Eventually. Its just a matter of when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for me, well, my future isn’t all that deadset here, which is kinda why I actually took the time to wake up early, travel 1 hour to-and-fro to see them, and then back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re awesome people. Really. Tim, the person who always join in my antics during Secondary School. He’s like a… More tamed me when I’m crazy, yet more daring when I’m in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, its like, if I’m a 2 and 7 on the crazy scale, he’s like, a 5 and 6. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t get it. Whatever. You don’t have to. ]:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bert also, another one. Haha. I think he was really touched when I told him I journeyed there just to send him off, then go home. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to meet his GF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get your letter soon, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sending them off, I didn’t really feel anything. Like, I’uno. Myself in 2 years? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wonder how many people would send me off if I INDEED do leave for overseas pastures. I mean, look at Tim and Bert. Only /I/ went. Of course, Josh wanted to, but school prevented him from doing so. So, fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I don’t really care. Haha! Doesn’t really matter anyways, I guess. I think my thinking is changing (IS THAT EVEN POSSIBEL!?) But ya, it’s the moment now that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, today, 26th, I was really like, WHOAHWOAHOWAHO. I mean, I didn’t really expect anything less from them; They’re like, once you get high, U GET HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like me. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, it was an awesome day out with them. I mean, it was kinda awkward ‘on paper’, because I really never talked to Yi Ling (Yes, I still call her Yi Ling.) much, even when her name changed, I still didn’t really talk to her. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I promised myself to TRY AND MAKE FRIENDS WITH HER. Okay, it might seem a little over, but yeah, I mean, I didn’t see her ever since she transferred okay. So spare me the menacing glares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But YEAH! We had an awesome time! Well, I can’t speak for the rest, but I know I did! I mean, its like, two of them is entertainment enough, and with the games played, I dunno. Maybe I dunno YL well enough yet? So like, cannot UNLEASH FULL POWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it’s the first time that I saw Hanz actually so high. Haha! I mean, I’ve seen her high before, but this is like, HIGH high. Like, SKYHIGH high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda awesome. And kinda touching at the same time. Haha. I mean, its one thing saying like, “Oh, I understand your bond, etc etc.” But I guess you’d never know, until like, you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really you know! It makes you really feel like, the sadness if she leaves. But then YL won’t want SH to feel sad, and stuff. Its all so… I don’t know how to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New? Refreshing? Different perspective on life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think its damn awesome. Like, seriously, I mean it when I use the word “awesome” here. It kinda like, gives you hope on friendship once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m seriously glad they did the photoshoot now. I think it’s a memory for them to keep, forever. I’m not surprised if like, 60 years down the road, when we’re all old and haggard, they would still be BFFs in the simplest sense, and still go crazy at some random toy shop. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, the wonders of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another thing that took me aback was, I was treated! Like, WHOA. I mean, no one treated me before on such a large scale, with their own money. Like, I’ve had parents treating me (I was forced to!), and relatives, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never the individual herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I’m not used to these types of stuff. And this drives me even more to actually DO something for her now. Like, RENEWED MOTIVATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I gave up doing a video, because well, I have no photos No. 1. No. 2, I’m lazy, and I procrastinate. Sooo, it’s not happening. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I intend to do, is, well, I HOPE to learn something soon, and well, let’s see how it goes from there! Everyone needs to start somewhere, right? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome people, awesome friendship. I’m glad I got to know them, actually. Like, SH actually could’ve gone to a Art stream, kind-of-thing. And well, N/S/YL, DID move on to another school, but HEY, she still remembers us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, not all, but some at least! And it’s kinda amazing that, 2 of them, different Sec Schools, different module sets, different Poly, EVERYTHING ALSO DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET THEY ARE CLOSER THAN WHOEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those that spend like, 4 years, 5 years, 7 years with each other, can’t even come close even though we see each other everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless. Unbelievable beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I’m glad that I went today. Although I thought it’ll be damn awkward, but still, I think I was re-injected with like, “Happy serum”, or something. Seriously, I did not have such amount of fun ever since all the recent stuff happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change of songs also helped, I guess. Listening to Clara C’s music videos make you really upbeat, compared to, erm, emo? Nono, more of… Sentimental songs from Tyler Ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m a YouTube musician junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I seriously laughed until I couldn’t laugh no more. AND THAT’S WHEN I STILL LIKE, DUNNO DUNNO HER LEH. Seriously, I think I kinda discovered this a little too late, and yes, my bad, I think I should’ve included her in more of our activities when 4E3 was still an active bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all like, doing their own stuff. Hard to get together anymore. ._. Its just the few of us, where no need to have any major event also we’d be there one leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe besides Mr. Ye. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah! I think like, it’s a waste to let like this bringing of joy (The emotion.) and laughter NOT come into your life. Its like having a crazed-Joshua, except female version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right analogy? Wrong. I know. But daaaaaamn, I can’t find a better comparison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I think maybe if we’ve got to know her a little more, and for her to know us even more, I think every outing would be a crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, EXPLOSION IN EPIC PROPORTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not so exaggerating, but, YOU GET WHAT I MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, kinda wasted that she’s actually leaving in like… next week? Exactly 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few months is always the hardest. Few weeks, actually. First week, to be exact. The first, and the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, for obvious reasons. Missing out on everything here; nostalgia; insecurity; etc etc. But it looks like YL is getting along well! Taking in whatever she can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, it sounds like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the third week is another tough week, for me lah at least, because its when you get to know more friends and then you kinda miss the ones back here. Especially when she’s going to London, and the timing difference its going to make it a real pain in the behind to even talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like trying to talk to Tim and Bert that time. Really, had to stay up till like, 2-3am just to see them online, and for them it’s like, 7am? Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, third week another tough one. Another MAJOR SHITSTORM for the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s a rough gauge, don’t take my word for it, though. Ask her more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, yeh, hope she gets through fine! Its bad when you have no one else there with’ya as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORTURE MAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless (lol, MSword change.), I have absolute faith in her that she can do it! I think yes, its kinda weird that I don’t even know her, yet I’m speaking like, I’ve known her for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, everyone’s entitled to their own opinion right! And this is what I feel, so if you have second thoughts, that’s you yo. I can’t stop’ya from feeling different from meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay lah, I agree that I don’t really know YL. I’m just spouting rubbish, and whatever you’ve just read is nothing you should take note of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K? k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget! I actually had this touching dream, so touching that I actually cried in my sleep. Like, fading out from my dream, I could actually feel my tears flowing from my face, but yeah. It was that touching yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it’s about this monster that I failed to kill, and then a heroine went to this monster and then they got married and had a child, and after a few years I came to visit them, they actually entrusted their child to me, which was so damn awesome because well, I didn’t really expect them to trust someone who tried to kill you before, you know. You just don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took care of their child, then somehow, the child could change forms, and then the changed into a bird, and then flew back into his room to sleep. And then what was awesome was that, like a disciplined child, he just went back into his cot and fell asleep. But before he did, he tugged at my hand, hugged it, released it and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went also, my “friend” appeared from nowhere, and then started to talk as the whole picture fade to black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda revolved around him asking me what I was still doing here, because with what I have, I actually could leave for even more better life, more better education, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied with like, I don’t need all those man, as long I’m happeh. Then I couldn’t hear anything while “me” and the friend talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the vision I had was well, it was the last day that I was there. As I walked to the boating/train station, everyone along the way actually knew me. And I knew them! Its like, walking the path of childhood, where left and right you know who de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the station, got these 3 guys, around like 16? They were selling “keropok”, and they acted like they were at the night market like that. Lelong like fun only. Then when they met me and like, whoever came to send me off, they actually stopped infront of me, and well, it was kind of a… Awkward silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, just recalling it still makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they just said to me. Like, “want to buy? Cheap cheap only.” All the while trying to hold back his tears. Seeing their “leader”, the other 2 looked from afar. Then the song “Ting Bu Dao” by “Wu Yue Tian” was playing. Then at last the leader couldn’t take it already and actually turned around and ran, crying, same with his henchmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda, sad because I think those 3 is like, used to see me coming back from travels. Like, there’s this bond between me and them which I could feel even though it was just a dream. Its like… They actually were like “gangsters reformed”? Then people think selling keropok was not really something to boast about, but for them, it became so routine that, they just kept doing it. Over and over. Each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I looked at them, I kinda like, understand their situation and what they’re driving at: Happiness with the simplest pleasures. And I guess, I couldn’t even tell them that I’m leaving. I only could stand there, and look, without even voicing a single word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was a day before Bert left, I think. Yeah. Yes, I woke up with tears in my eyes, that’s why I woke up at 8, instead of 10. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I hope it doesn’t turn into that once my moment comes. So many leavings currently. YL’s leaving; Hwee already left; Bert and Tim might be leaving for the last time; My bro immediately after he passes out from NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Just, wow. Haha, I wonder how many more after NS ends for us, and we have no more binding commitments. Who’d go, who’d stay? A question I don’t think I can answer now, but would be told in time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wow, 2.5k words just like that. I think I still have a lot to say, but my thoughts always wander everywhere while I’m writing. I think those that tried to discuss stuff with me before would know this problem. DRIFTING. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I think I’m going to private this blog also. OR maybe even delete it. I find no more point in writing for others already. Since no one really reads them anyway. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I? Or not? D:. Leave a comment in the over-spammed comment boxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I KNEW IT. I FORGET TO TALK ABOUT THE CLASS OUTING WE HAD. HAHA! DAMN. 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So yes, my work at Shangri-La is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s so… Sad, that they had to cheat me of my pay just because I’m careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I deserve, but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked for 58 hours, if I calculated correctly, and they only gave me 52 hours of pay. So, meh. One day of pay gone. Grawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Shang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I met people like Iris-jie, Lillian-jie, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mean, I left it on a relatively happy note, so I’m not too upset over that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned less than 1k this year, though. Like around 800? So yeah, I’m happy about that! Can recoup some of the spending across the year, ie. China trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, Shang last year was kinda… Interesting. I mean, a lot of things happened, and a lot of things didn’t happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships improved, relationships de-proved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that’s life right! At least now everything is kinda cleared out, and I think the mentioned would know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you for being the middle person, you know who you are. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Shang was quite an enjoyable experience, and I doubt that we would be going back next year, since the guys are having NS. Maybe the girl would? [I wanted to say girls, but there’s only one. So, ya. Girl. Oops. Haha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forget to return a shirt. Oops. Don’t tell them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s it for Shang. OHOH, I also broke my watch there. The LCD screen of it is like, cracked. And it happened on the same day when I took my pay and got cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Wasn’t a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took $300 of those moneh, and I got myself… A DIGITAL KEYBOARD/ARRANGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, a year old or something, and it’s a Yamaha PSR-E413. Quite awesome for its price. I wasn’t really particular whether it was used or not, since keyboards are like, electrical. So I think it’s okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to a guitar, where got the wood stuff and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I don’t know much about keyboards yet either. So I think its quite a good deal! I mean, I got it for $300. I should indicate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th September: Induction of my E413!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its mine now, and I used my money that I earned, so its also technically mine! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been wanting to learn for like, ages. I mean, it was my preferred instrument of choice, so now that I got it, I’m going to learn how to play it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be hard, but hey, I had to lug this giant-7kg beast from Upper Thomson up till my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ah… Going back to Upper Thomson really brought back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an indication on how long I have not gone to Upper Thomson, would be that I didn’t even know that 410 travelled a different path now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on it, I was like, “Whoa, this is not right. It’s not going in the right direction, it turned at Marymount. Oh no, I’m already late somemore! Would this take me to where I thought it would?!?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fortunately, it still did. And yes, I recognize the place so well, that I can even navigate if you just tell me what shop you’re at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, the whole row of shops changed, and I can’t even recognize them now! Which is kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how it feels like to have your childhood area getting replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the buyers house, and it was just beside the playground! Which was so awesome. Memories abound! Where I learned how to bike, and while biking a dog chased me, and I pedaled faster until like a gina siao, and then I learnt how to bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open area court where we used to play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah… Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited outside his house, because it was like, not nice to go in. HE had two cars lined up outside somemore. Like the wow only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it’s the right house because I can see the E413 from the outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, I went in and like, he took it out to let me inspect abit. Then okay, deal done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of him as well. His user is “crashinghearts” on Soft.sg, a musician site for Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got his real name though, hmmm. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to hug it back home. Because the box had no handles. And yes, it was like, 7kg as stated on the Yamaha website. Somemore got stand and what what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HUZZAH! After much hardwork, I got it back home, and I expected my mum to make noise about the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, she didn’t! Also, my dad didn’t make any noise, so yay! Mission success! My new “toy” in my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been trying to play “Fur Elise” at such a slow tempo, and soooo off tune. And I still can’t even get it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so much more harder than learning how to play the Guitar, For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, like, the learning curve for guitar is like, exponential, but Piano is like, linear. AND IT STARTS FREAKING HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, BUT! I will persevere! I won’t let this get me down! Its an instrument I always wanted to play, so yes, I will work hard at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened the few weeks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I also am okay with a certain person now. Thanks to another certain person that I had to clarify with, and thus making her so much more confused and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! Now you know what’s going on! Crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from there, we have spawned a new idea that we’re going to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I hope the intended person isn’t seeing this. Does she know my blog?! D:!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve gotten myself busy these few days/weeks already. And I don’t mind the lack of time! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I do abit, especially not spending time with mah famaleh, which is bad. But… I’ll still find time for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, before drifting too far off, it looks like on the 17th of September, something awesome happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a wonderful sight, watching both of them having a photoshoot! Indeed, I think its kinda funny as well, that 2 close[best?] friends are taking photos of another 2, best, and inseparable, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my appearance could cut down the cost, but looks like it didn’t! Ah wells, I tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the sight of both of them, I mean, I’ve seen friendships make and break, but hey, both of them, I think its so damn, freaking awesome. Like, you could really see them and their… like, bond. You could actually see and feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the photographers did as well. Haha, I decided not to go and disturb them, but instead, took care of the bags to ensure nothing went missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appearance would just make it all the more awkward anyway. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, when they wanted to take a photo with me, I also dunno how to react lah. I mean, I wasn’t here to crash! I just came to pass the guitar, and the slippers, which was brought even though there was a fierce rejection to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I’m glad I was there. I mean, I have always been fascinated by photography, and to see it coming alive, I mean, that’s awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not photography, I’m more of a videography person, but still, its all the same! Like, how they take, and how they angle their shots and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seeing them putting their all into their passion is kinda… Like, invigorating. I mean, I’ve to admit, I’ve lost my motivation along the way coming into holiday mode. And I needed to find something to spark me back up and learn stuff again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this shoot, I mean, they only had a timespan of 2 hours, and its not because it’s the limit or what, but its like, after 2 hours, the sun went down and there’s no more light to take already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the sunset shot was such a short timeframe. Everything had to be perfect before it went down, if not, they would have to waste another day to get it, and it won’t be the same anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… Yeah. I mean, one day I’m going to be like Wong Fu! Like, seriously, I’ve been obsessed about “Wong Fu Productions” recently. I think its pretty awesome for 3 guys to do so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also like to dwell in my music. So maybe like, a Tyler Ward kind of thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. But I think neither would happen. I don’t think I can live with such insecurities. Better to get a stable job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hobby will stay as a hobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, I can pursue them to the max! So that’s what I shall do! Starting from Monday, I hope to chiong my “Keyboard” and get some nice shots down. So in the end, I can get a nice compilation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have another idea, but different people. Should I do it? Then I’d be seriously up to my neck with stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I’m not a good cinematographer. Like, this would be the first one I’d ever be doing? So I want to to be relatively acceptable would be fine for me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more slide shows! That’s so… Secondary school. Now we act it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have ironed out a plan already, and we got a DSLR. So all we have to do is act it out, and get the shots down. Problem is, she’s not always free, whilst I am. Maybe I should go shoot some of the scenes by myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, well, we need to get the concept down as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE HARROWING THOUGHT IS THAT, THERE’S ONLY 2 WEEKS LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomgzomgzomg. Cannot make it one loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take already, still need edit. Edit liao, not nice, maybe need take again. Then add song to pei he it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a song is also hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrrrrgh. But I believe it’ll all come out fine! That’s how everyone starts out right! Need to start from somewhere! Then later it’s a hit worldwide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, let me dwell in my fantasies awhile kind. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gah, I doubt I’d be able to compose a piece on my keyboard anytime soon so I don’t need to find a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if I’d to use the guitar, I could do it, but it isn’t as impactful as having a piano piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. But I believe we can find a good song to suit the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know how long it’ll be either, or like how are we going to execute it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have a rough idea on how we’re going to execute it, but I the props and stuff is going to be a hassle again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno if my idea is good enough anot also. I hope the “Crazy girl” would also know what she wants, and whether what we’re doing is good enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I can kinda understand what she’s going through? I mean, I had my Sis fly off also, and I bet it’s the same for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously, I also can feel how is the flying-off girl feeling. 1 month in China is enough to make me feel abit… You know. Homesick? Homesick’s not the right word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, at there, you have to let go of everything here, and accept whatever that’s there, and what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, putting down your friends, and letting them go is the hardest thing you can do. Especially if she’s your bestest friend in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must life be so cruel?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, but I’m also going to do the same as her soon, so ya. I mean, totally can feel ya, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, if you’re wondering why I’m doing so much for like, her, there’s no underlying motive, but I just want her to have the best memories here before leaving for a better[?] future, at a whole new area with new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least she’s halfway there, like her accent and her language is powerful enough to blend in. Let’s just hope nothing unfortunate happens to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she’ll come back like Mrs. Soh! Then teach English in Secondary Schools. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I’ve written a little too much. I can keep going and going, on and on. When my fingers start, they don’t stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’d end here. I dunno what else to add. I mean, I have stuff to add, but its all in different categories and very random stuff. So if I add them, there’d be no flow whatsoever, and it’ll most likely frustrate you. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, with that, I’d end my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Singapore Wong Fu? I hope it all turns out well. Not for me, but for her. –prays-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Wow, 2212 words. I shall make it 2222! Yay! Done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S OH! I FORGOT! I ALSO OBTAINED AN EPIPHONE! But its Junwen’s one though. So yeah, its not my toy to play with! So it has limited mentions! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6794181588549207886?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6794181588549207886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6794181588549207886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6794181588549207886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6794181588549207886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/09/cheating-keyboard-photoshoot-awesome.html' title='Cheating + Keyboard + Photoshoot + Awesome friendship + SG Wong Fu?'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-5251363694038400907</id><published>2011-09-08T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:44:35.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunches and premonitions.</title><content type='html'>Date created: 8th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: Uhhhhh, when ah?&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 8th September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I’m back to blogging. Work has been hectic, although I think it should, could, and must’ve been more hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can recall my Mooncake days as training for NS! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s 8th Sept already. Looks like this year’s period is going by quite fast. 4 more days till the end. Wow, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at Tampines at the moment, 6pm leave work, 930 start. Rah, 8 hours of work only. Travelling time another 1 hour to go home. Asdfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work has been going fine, but it looks like something else is rising again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my worst fears are slowly turning into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I’ve also found the right “Skywalker”, but I think I found Luke, and I have also found Anakin as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(STAR WARS REFERENCE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I’uno. I’ve gotta stop this soon. I’ve gotta go back to whom I was before, the humble, lonely guy that I have always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lone wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like wolfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least someone else knows what’s going on now, I just hope she just does the right thing from now on. I have absolute faith in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people, let’s see which one is the right one. I have hunches here and there, and there’s people that lead, and there isn’t. And it isn’t looking too optimistic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunches and senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I can’t remember what I’m supposed to enter here already. So I’d just stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to do tomorrow at work. Dunno is start at 930 or 3pm. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that’s all from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can see another “shattered glass” soon. But that’s just me. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-5251363694038400907?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/5251363694038400907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=5251363694038400907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5251363694038400907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5251363694038400907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/09/hunches-and-premonitions.html' title='Hunches and premonitions.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-2038047357733997758</id><published>2011-08-31T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T01:26:57.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions.</title><content type='html'>Date created: 31st August 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: Somewhere in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 31st August 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Should I? Or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Heart/Gut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a tough decision. Its been a loooooooooong time since I actually had to make such decisions. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna do it, but something’s holding me back, very strongly as well. Its total internal conflict to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what people mean by they don’t know if they should think or feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of information is really killing me at the moment. If I follow my usual routine, I would just leave it as it is and see how events unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, at the same time, I know this is the opportune moment. If I miss this, I’d might have to wait much longer just to get it done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need more info. If I’m going to go ahead and do it, it’s a huge, HUGE gamble. One that should not be decided on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it’s tomorrow/later. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How how. Sigh. Its eating into my sleep time since yesterday already. As much as I need advice, I think I need more of a sign instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I be selfish and sacrifice a friend, thus causing more trouble? Or do I just relieve the worry that has been residing and undergo ‘cold turkey’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think and choose, think and choose! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a lose-lose situation. Its like playing Poker, and having to choose a 2-7 same suit hand, or a 9-10 different suit hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like playing Pokemon, and having to choose between fighting the “Elite Four” with only 4 pokemon or Gary at the start of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so freaking risky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t gain much with either move. Although in the long run its much more beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sleep time. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sigh. Should I? Or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need some consultation first. But recently I have this uneasy feeling between us. Like we’ve drifted. Far apart. But alright, here goes nothing! Let’s see if I can find any signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-2038047357733997758?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/2038047357733997758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=2038047357733997758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2038047357733997758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2038047357733997758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/08/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-5333009293927747238</id><published>2011-08-26T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T21:06:04.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Mooncake Year 2.</title><content type='html'>Date written: 26th August 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 26th August 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 26th August 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today was first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing inside currently, because outside still haven’t open booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like every first day of work, my ankle is like, aching. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big toe has a blister coming up, and my small toes, both last one, are swelling. Luckily, they’re not bleeding like the last time I worked for Mooncake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather shoes are evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so worked as normal, like, all the normal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, missing of Sherman means no fun. He’s basically the life of the party, if you’ve ever worked or just went out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he decided not to work this year, so sian sian one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno, I guess the atmosphere is kinda different, as well? Like, the kind of uneasiness you get when you know something’s not right, but yet you don’t know what’s wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate these kind of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it’s just me, I’uno. Recent events changed me quite largely, and I’m sure some would be able to notice it, if you observe well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I’m more free now. I just do what I want. Might be different from what you knew me as, but hey, self-reflection is the best reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized what I’ve been doing, what I haven’t been doing. Reorganizing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Releasing could sometimes be the best solution in some situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’ll cut me like a knife, but I guess, that’s my way of &lt;s&gt;mutilating&lt;/s&gt; myself. Mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Might write more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m here to add more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I won’t use the word “mutilating”, sounds so… Like, despo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZI CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! But I guess its more of a “sacrifice”, I guess? I don’t really know how to put it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my main focus is on music. With the talent that I’ve seen around me, I’m sure SOMEHOW we could end up famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’re other stars that did it already, so why not someone from Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, it won’t be me. [LOLOLOLOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to be the main attraction. I wanna produce music. And, as all music producers start out, they need to play the keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I’m going to get myself one. Within a span of 2 years, I hope to at least get 100 videos on a channel either doing covers or someone singing their own originals… I hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;600 days, 100 videos. Means a video per 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not so ambitious. NS takes up a lot of time. How about, Just 30. That’s like, 20 days a video/song, so it doesn’t get too tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need the people with talent to come up leh! All so shy one by one. Sigh. Maybe I can create some magic with my guitar and keyboard soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all from meh! Closing off with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg very pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Trust in my passion, faith in my work, honor in my craft. Let’s get this going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always fail to keep a non-amusing/fun mood for my write-ups. WHY. WHY MUST IT BE SO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-5333009293927747238?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/5333009293927747238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=5333009293927747238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5333009293927747238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5333009293927747238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/08/date-written-26th-august-2011-date.html' title='First day of Mooncake Year 2.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-4104747022572765889</id><published>2011-08-25T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:53:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust in my passion, faith in my work.</title><content type='html'>After reading some of the interviews on www.theotherasians.com, I am now REALLY motivated to get something to work before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in my passion, faith in my work, honor in my craft. 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Anyone wants to sing and be on YouTube? Anyone?! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-4104747022572765889?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/4104747022572765889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=4104747022572765889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4104747022572765889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4104747022572765889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/08/trust-in-my-passion-faith-in-my-work.html' title='Trust in my passion, faith in my work.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-5669239180966760401</id><published>2011-08-24T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T02:54:51.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating on my life. And more!</title><content type='html'>Date created: 24th August 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 24th August 2011?&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 24th August 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s up ya’ll! Long time no see/type/update/thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like I’ve decided to spontaneously update you guys on my life, because I know you’re itching to know what’s going on, right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know you don’t. Let me have my minutes of fame/daydreaming, would’ya? Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I decided to write this AFTER I shutdown my comp; So yes, I went to on back my comp just for this very reason – To update my BLOG FOR ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m that committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, I know I owe loads to update. But it looks like I don’t feel like doing it anymore. Ya’know, just got tired of writing all my experiences, after I feel that experiencing is the more important thing, and not documenting all your experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, its kinda fun to do look back on it. But it gets too tiring nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially with what I want to do with my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what I’ve been up to currently is just playing my guitar when I’ve got the chance, and reading up on sound engineering stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you know where I’m going. I kinda wanna start recording songs and putting them on YouTube. Hopefully, one of them catches on and it spreads like wildfire, and I can continue doing stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, I can’t find a singer or just someone who’s good enough, and random enough, and courageous enough, to do something as crazy I’ve stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I mean I have people I want to do with, but I doubt they would want themselves on YouTube, or something. They’d most probably say they’re not good enough, and proceed to blow my mind off even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I’m getting my hands dirty recently into this. I really wanna make it work. Some people write to relieve, some read to relieve; Well, I listen to music to relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, what better way to contribute, than to do it yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently I have a mic, after digging it up from a old Karaoke set that my parents own. Its not spoilt, but it’s kinda old. And we hardly K already, so… Yeah, I stole the mic! Just don’t tell anyone. Shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven’t tested it out with the sensitivity and stuff yet, and also a lack of mic stand is a hindrance, but not the biggest problem, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I’m planning on getting a keyboard (those piano type one) soon. Embark on a new musical journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully nothing  goes wrong. s_s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well… That’s about it. Its kinda uninteresting at the moment, although all the small things is making it so much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I just contradicted myself. Live with it. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm, what else to write…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you’re interested to be my first victim, please tell me! I’d be more than happy to oblige. I’ll get the equipment ready, but all you need to do is just to provide a location, i.e. your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, frequently I’ve been advancing pretty well with my guitar. Trying to push my fingers and myself to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are so lazy. Just like their master. :/. D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Would you kill me if I didn’t reach 1.5k words? Haha! Whoops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, stuff’s returning back to normal, I guess. Life’s going back the way it was. People coming to break down the walls of the house on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. That’s tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noisy stuff going on, but I’m going out, so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP has been going on well. Well, it already ended, and I failed to do a write up on the China trip, which is not something I’m proud about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I had no references. It was hard okay. HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grawr. Musical journey. I have less than a year to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME JAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, working at Shang on Fri. Let’s see how that goes then. Hopefully, more moneh, so can get what I want without guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Acoustic with that cash last year. So maybe I’d get a Keyboard with that this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I don’t screw myself up and don’t practice it, because I get so demoralized when I can’t play something, and then take the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g. When I’m playing my guitar, I used to fingerstyle songs, but transitioning to pick is so frustrating, so I just stick with my fingers instead, thus, not learning an important skill in guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Prays-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you’re reading this, and you have a ‘lobang’ for keyboards, those piano type ones (don’t come act one cute with me hor. Computer keyboard I can go “Challenger” buy.), please tell me! I don’t intend to spend more than 250 on it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm, I’ll try to hit 1k words. Maybe I’d talk about my life. It’s 818 at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life’s going well, I guess. No major ups, no major downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I lied there a little, shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, nothing big’s coming up, neither did anything major happen (minus the recent event.). Friends getting back with friends, people stressing out for exams, holidays are here again, working and earning money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, life’s being life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided not to poke my nose in other people’s business anymore, though. I guess my advices don’t really work anyway, so I don’t wanna do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, it won’t last. It’s a tough habit to kick. (I’m trying!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I can’t activate my brain to write more! It’s 245am, so be lenient on me, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll sing, a melody~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that’s a random song lyric on my playlist right now. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do next year, what to do next year. I wanna do a surprise thing, or perform, at least. It’s what I’m practicing to be, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its once in a lifetime as well. Daaaaaamn. I’ve got to speed up my progress. It’s not going very well at the moment. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay honestly, I don’t even have a progress bar. I don’t even know my destination, so I can’t even know my progress. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT! I hit 1k words, time for me to end this and wrap this up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why. Why do I feel like this is a very empty post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know I’m missing something, but I don’t know what. :/ Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When you need me but do not want me, then I'll stay. When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go.”&lt;br /&gt;-Nanny McPhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like people use that motto, whereas I live via that. Serves me well so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your life, he better be treating you right~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I know. Haha! But I can't/don't wanna put it down. Let it float in the air~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-5669239180966760401?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/5669239180966760401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=5669239180966760401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5669239180966760401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5669239180966760401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/08/updating-on-my-life-and-more.html' title='Updating on my life. And more!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-914924535735617488</id><published>2011-08-20T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T13:23:29.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery.</title><content type='html'>Okay, this post is dedicated to those who helped me get over those tough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again, big thanks to miss LEDI, who actually got me through the night. Well, until a certain point anyway. Haha! I’m back to normal now, no worries yes. And I’m sorry, that I hurt the hand that helped me up. I really wasn’t in the right state of mind, and I’m very sorry I brought it up. Really, very sorry. I wanted to call and apologize, but, it was late, so I decided not to instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also for MR. SOH. When you’re a friend of Mr. Soh, you can never go wrong. Haha! Just kidding. But yeah, thanks for trying to downplay the effects, and you keep telling me you all wanted to go, but cannot go because of infection. Still, I don’t really 100% accept it, but I will for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, being down has never been more traumatizing as such, and thanks to the above two that I’m back to normal, no worries ya’ll. Well, I don’t know what normal is, but yeah, this has really changed me quite a lot, no kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I’ll be getting myself into now, but I think I am reshifting my focus. Looks like I was distracted for far too long. I’ll be getting my hands on some equipment soon, and hopefully, this would be start of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sigh. R.I.P man. Never good to lose someone. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-914924535735617488?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/914924535735617488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=914924535735617488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/914924535735617488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/914924535735617488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/08/recovery.html' title='Recovery.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-8075796350111121051</id><published>2011-08-20T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T00:21:00.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-ed up shit.</title><content type='html'>Shit this, serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. This. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I F-ing give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore to myself never to cross the line, but just push the envelope, but it looks like I did it now. I finally. F-ing. Did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed the line, I pushed my luck too far. And this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deprived my friend of talking to his friend for the last time IN HIS LIFE, just for what, FOR WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you for what. For my own, selfish, mindless, self-absorbed thinking. That’s what. And ask him come for what? JUST TO COME AND GO HOME. AND DEPRIEVE HIM OF PRECIOUS TIME WITH HIS FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOESN’T MATTER IF HE KNEW ME, OR I KNEW HIM. YOU DON’T GO AROUND SHITTING PEOPLE AND DEPRIVING THEM OF THEIR PRECIOUS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this shit, seriously. Words can’t explain. I decided to tone it down, if not you’d see worser vulgarities spewing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. F- this shit, seriously. I’m too tired already. This is the final blow. The freaking, final, blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing my hands of shits from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P dude. I may have never known you personally, but I’m sure you’re a great man, and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-8075796350111121051?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/8075796350111121051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=8075796350111121051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8075796350111121051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8075796350111121051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/08/f-ed-up-shit.html' title='F-ed up shit.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6230419424577349379</id><published>2011-08-14T06:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T06:14:35.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SleepStayover!</title><content type='html'>Date created: 14th August 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 14th August 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 14th August 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I’m writing this while I’m not at home. I’m using Diana’s laptop! AND ITS 5:45am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessir, I’m currently at Diana’s house, if you’re wondering. And the reason for that is awesome to another dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s for later. For now, I’ll tell you what happened in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like I went to Shang to work back mooncakes. Saw Jayson there. And the aunties there said I grew fatter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so went back to Shang. Looks like the “veterans” all didn’t come back today. So we’re kinda like the “veterans” now. D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we went to Somerset to Kbox at *scape. Followed Jarel to Paragon first to do his student benefits thing from M1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the queue was too long, so we decided not to do it. So we went back and our separate ways after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And did I mention to you that YL had a very big blister. Like, on both toes. It was gruesome. If you didn’t see a blister before, and want to scare yourself in not getting one, you should see his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we took a bus to scape, because of this, and then we go sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met up with XY (I was with Jarel at this time, remember?), then they went in first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in later, after WX came to pick me up. We went in around, 4? Around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were supposed to be staying only until 6.30. But hey, what do you know. We stayed longer. So much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed until 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people. $6 for 6 hours of singing. A dollar an hour. That’s how much of a sweet deal we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we sang until 7, then no one came in, so we continued. Then suddenly whoa, “8pm already, shall we go eat?” came up. But nah, we just continued to sing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing until 9pm already, then we still did the same thing, but no one really like, wanted to touch on the topic. So we continued singing and tada! We ended up ending at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO ONE EVEN CAME TO CHASE US OUT! We chased ourselves out. Because we really ran out of songs to sing already, and we really didn’t want to anymore. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went out, and then we went our separate ways again, because no one knew where to eat, and thus, WX suggested we all go home, because we confirm sure take more than 15minutes to just decide whether we want to eat anot. Where might be like, 30mins extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go home. XY and YL took the bus; Me, WX and Diana went to take the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to eat, so I said like, “Hey, you want to eaT? Let’s go TPY eat!” Then WX agreed, then we talk talk, suddenly we like, “Eh, why not HG?! Let’s go HG eat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Diana didn’t mind also, so we went to Hougang to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, this is one of the “mistake” I made, which I’m glad to make this time. HahA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on the way there, I decided to check the last train time, and lo and behold, the last train is at 1130, and it was already 1040 by the time we reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m like, “Hey, can I bunk in with you, WX?” He agreed, then suddenly we touched on the topic of staying at LD’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise, she said we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So initially, I was supposed to go to WX to stay, but he also sian sian, so we decided to crash in LD’s house instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding a place to eat, like, after walking past 4 coffeeshops, and mind you, we haven’t eaten dinner yet. At least I had a heavy lunch. The other two didn’t even have a proper breakfast/lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate some Fried Fish Soup with Rice, while WX ate sliced fish soup with rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparation was funny, I tell you. For my soup, he just put a bowl, a seaweed, and the fried fishes. Then he just added hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WX one was just everything together, then just pour into the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, WX wasn’t very impressed at the kitchen, so I dunno. But I gave it a 5. WX couldn’t even rate it. It was quite bad to him. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then LD helped us to tabao prata, and off we went to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is the part where I think you might think I’m crazy, but I’m not! You judge for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped into her house, fully done, the first thing that I said was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“woah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn’t even speak, for the next, 10 mins? I saw her room, the living room, the balcony, the dining room, EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SINGLE ROOM AND AREA WAS FREAKING AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m freaking dead serious about this. Its like how you see those people after a house makeover, and they keep going, “Oh my gosh!”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was exactly like that. I kept going. “Oh. My. Goodness.” Seriously. Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THE MASTER BEDROOM AND THE TOILET! I WAS BLOWN AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINDBLOWN AWAY INTO OBLIVION. I WAS THAT CRAZILY IMPRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crazy, until I couldn’t even sit down to eat. I just couldn’t. I just stun there. I tell LD, I really cannot take it. It was that damn freaking awesome. Words can’t even begin to describe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if I did a Vlog of it instead, it’ll just be me going, “Holysh-“ and “Oh. My.” And “The shit?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn’t believe it could turn out THAT awesome, and I had to eat back my words, and get served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it people. I got served. And it wasn’t even intentional! It was how awesome the place was! Like a freaking 4 star hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her mother was soooooo hospitable! I mean, our daughter just brought home two guys, and she like, so hospitable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD also another one. To an extent, I really like, wondered if we are the people living here for the next month already, or something. Haha! Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Ribena almost-made for us. Gave us clothes to wear. Shower to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally blown away. Blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I’m quite open-minded when it comes to such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously! I had to just hide in a corner, just to like, stop troubling them. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WX also, same. We like, 2 paiseh boys instead. It was damn awkward, but heart-warming and paiseh at the same time. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate the prata at her home. She had to eat “zai” soon, because it was the 15th. But got exception, time extension until 1am instead. Haha! She ate Vinegar meat + egg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t manage to finish it. Somemore she tell us not a lot left. In the end we struggle just to finish half of it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its damn amazing. So after we took our shower (her mother wanted us to. If not we also just don’t. So paiseh. D:! I’m wearing her brother’s VJC shirt as we speak. Thanks man! Very sorry!), then we watch show abit, then we slept in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. SHE EVEN OFFERED HER ROOM TO US. WHAT. THE. SH-. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she’s not sleeping with us, but like, “WhaaaaaT?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m… speechless. Right now. At that very moment, and at this very moment now, recalling it back. I can’t believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t freaking believe it. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a chat, and we decided to take polaroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided just to take “one” only. But we ended up taking 6. You can see the FB photos under “Polaroid sleepover” for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, its 6.10am, and I’m going to rest now? Hopefully. Haha! LD had to “fake sleep”, so as not to get nagged at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WX is currently “resting his eyes” because there’s nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, all back into blogging this event, because I think its very awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I take that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS DAMN FREAKING AWESOME. I mean, you can never have a better friend than her, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl letting a guy sleeping in your house?!&lt;br /&gt;LETTING 2 GUYS?!&lt;br /&gt;Giving your room?!&lt;br /&gt;Giving them clothes to wear?!&lt;br /&gt;Letting them shower?!&lt;br /&gt;Letting them drink Ribena?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, honestly, I can’t. I… Nothing to say. And I won’t anymore, anyway. Going to take a little shuteye if I can (or if I want to. Haha! Oops.), or maybe I’ll just go see the sunrise at her balcony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Its that awesome. Her balcony can see outside, and there’s no like, clusterfreaks of buildings. So its nice view, and it’s at the top floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m done. I’m seriously done. I don’t know what to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I’ll get the rest of the china trip out soon! Well, I hope so. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. And yay! 1515 words! I didn’t expect to get that much, although I was still aiming for a average 1.5k word count per long post. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6230419424577349379?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6230419424577349379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6230419424577349379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6230419424577349379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6230419424577349379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleepstayover.html' title='SleepStayover!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6623081029433603490</id><published>2011-07-04T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T01:21:34.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzhou trip.</title><content type='html'>Okay, gonna need to update soon. 8 days worth, and I haven't even start to recall them back. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I think I had a fun ride. Now back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates to follow, also with after thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sigh. A good idea? Choosing short-term happiness or long-term average-ness? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6623081029433603490?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6623081029433603490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6623081029433603490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6623081029433603490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6623081029433603490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/07/suzhou-trip.html' title='Suzhou trip.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7185211272631762919</id><published>2011-06-24T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T02:46:03.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 in Suzhou! So many!</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 17th – 23rd June 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 24th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th June 2011. Friday. Day 11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early.&lt;br /&gt;Got on bus.&lt;br /&gt;Travelled awhile before getting to the Water Village.&lt;br /&gt;Slept along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and saw some awesome rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Slept back.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up when arrived.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining.&lt;br /&gt;Walked behind.&lt;br /&gt;Rice writings held me and Sathish back.&lt;br /&gt;Got pulled back from the group.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Sathish, Fuyu, Li Ying, Karthika were separated from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Joined back up later, after some hustlin’ and bustlin’.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there very packed. Cannot even pass the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Met after much confusion, and even the main group got split.&lt;br /&gt;Walked through some mansion, and the tour guide didn’t even say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Think its some big scholar’s mansion, or what ah. Dunno lah.&lt;br /&gt;Lousy tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to go do more rice carvings.&lt;br /&gt;Made everyone wait for like, 15 mins?&lt;br /&gt;Sean, Viknesh, Raj wanted to do also.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sat did more as well.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Food not bad now. But didn’t really eat much. Paiseh ah. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Ate with Sophia, Joelynn, Wei Zhen, Yi Lei, Li Ming and Apple.&lt;br /&gt;Got back on the bus, some went to Guang Qian Jie, while the rest of us returned.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked a little.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t remember what we did at night.&lt;br /&gt;Think we didn’t go out anywhere, all too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th June 2011. Saturday. Day 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up even earlier. Like 6?&lt;br /&gt;Need to be at Xi men at 7.&lt;br /&gt;Got up, washed up.&lt;br /&gt;Reached the bus at like, 7.10.&lt;br /&gt;More people were late.&lt;br /&gt;Left at like 7.30?&lt;br /&gt;Once the bus left, only endured for 30mins? Then slept for the rest of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there, some of us went to Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly Fahmi, Hidayah, Fadh, Kenneth, Gary (aka Fadh group), and the rest of us, mainly Saff, Raj, Viknesh, Me, Terran, Fareez, Sathish, Sean (Saff/Our group)&lt;br /&gt;Mark Lim joined also, but went to Mac/Coffee Bean instead.&lt;br /&gt;After changing money, we went to Ta Bao Chen.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, funny name, don’t ask. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Han Chen is the real place of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;Inside like, Bargain city. Everything can cut at least 50%.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the starting price.&lt;br /&gt;135? You better offer 35. Then work from there.&lt;br /&gt;Got some earpieces and headsets.&lt;br /&gt;Loving my new “Dr. Dre Beats: Studio”.&lt;br /&gt;Might want to get a Solo one, or a Pro one. If I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around after that.&lt;br /&gt;Spent like, 1.5 hours just at the earpiece shop.&lt;br /&gt;Met with the group after that, they were doing some finger painting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;After that, walked around places.&lt;br /&gt;The shop there, really like bargain free one.&lt;br /&gt;See prices cut by 90% also. Like fun only! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Later Sathish, Me, Fareez and Chong got separated.&lt;br /&gt;Went to some UBC Coffeehouse to get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Ate some Eel fried rice, which wasn’t too good.&lt;br /&gt;Sathish got high with his ‘Washington Corn Soup’.&lt;br /&gt;Really, as if got drug like that.&lt;br /&gt;Chong’s Japanese Udon soup was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We spent like, 1.5 hours there also?&lt;br /&gt;Ate for 30 mins, took up the space for 1 hour. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;The ambience there was awesome as well.&lt;br /&gt;Also, there’s very little people. So it’s not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;The rest were at Secret Recipe, which is where we supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, went to check out a massage parlour.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to go, sorry guys, then they also never go.&lt;br /&gt;Went to met with the rest to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the other group was sleeping since 4 at Hagen Diaz.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to get some Breadtalk for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;They saw some Carls Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Screamed their lungs out for not getting it.&lt;br /&gt;Bus came after that, then we were on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;Used my new beats, which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Reached hostel after 1.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Ate the breads, can’t remember what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Terran’s room, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Finished Outsourced, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t remember already. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th June 2011. Sunday. Day 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lab as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Was informed that the Sports Hall is opened.&lt;br /&gt;Went there, played some Table Tennis, Badminton and Bball.&lt;br /&gt;Table Tennis so fun, didn’t know it could be so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Saff played like a freaking pro.&lt;br /&gt;Chong is on par.&lt;br /&gt;Gary is like, on another level altogether.&lt;br /&gt;After some Table Tennis, went to play Badminton.&lt;br /&gt;Play until racket break.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think we pissed off Terran and Fareez.&lt;br /&gt;Because me and Chong kept playing net ball. Means light shots. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Then when we want to play match, then the racket break.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! (Y).&lt;br /&gt;Went to shoot some hoops after that.&lt;br /&gt;Terran got smacked 2 times on the face.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Terran lost to Chong and Fareez.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t even see anything at night.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat after that.&lt;br /&gt;Ate… Ate some rice?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember. Die. Haha! D:!&lt;br /&gt;OH! We ate Korean food, I think.&lt;br /&gt;It was horriblezxs.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, okay lah, not too bad. 3/10?&lt;br /&gt;Then went back, washed up, and then sleep? I think?&lt;br /&gt;I think we bunked in Terran’s room awhile first though. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I REMEMBERED! &lt;br /&gt;WE WATCHED PIRATES DURING LAB! &lt;br /&gt;THEN WE GO SEE THE TENNIS COURT!&lt;br /&gt;THEN I WAS FINISHING UP “The Legend of Chen Zhen”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th June 2011. Monday. Day 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lab.&lt;br /&gt;Did some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t remember what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;At night, I think we played some game…&lt;br /&gt;OH! We went to Sports Hall again?&lt;br /&gt;Played some Table Tennis?&lt;br /&gt;With some Tennis, hit wall.&lt;br /&gt;Play some Badminton also.&lt;br /&gt;The Bball court and Badminton court was locked.&lt;br /&gt;Had a makeshift one.&lt;br /&gt;After that, wash up, bunk in Terran’s room awhile, then sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I think we watched Pirates 4 today also.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21st June 2011. Tuesday. Day 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lab.&lt;br /&gt;Was released early due to going to Guang Qian Jie.&lt;br /&gt;Changed, and went our way there!&lt;br /&gt;Shopped for the jackets.&lt;br /&gt;Walked the back streets.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Viknesh, Saff, Sean, Terran, Chong separated from the pack.&lt;br /&gt;Went to walk more back streets.&lt;br /&gt;Terran and Saff went to Giordano to get the jackets.&lt;br /&gt;Fareez got his like Fadh one.&lt;br /&gt;Then rejoined with the pack.&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy some bags and stuff again.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, WITH A HUGE STROKE OF LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;I MET DICKSON WONG. AT A MACDONALDS.&lt;br /&gt;Like, the weird only. HAhaha!&lt;br /&gt;Catched up a littled with him.&lt;br /&gt;Talked abit, while the rest haggled for bags.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, separated, and we went to find a place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Cong, Raj, Fareez went to Polo Villae to get some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I got my leather shoes, Raj got his shoes too.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we called them, and went to meet them at DainTi Hill again.&lt;br /&gt;Mango Shavings was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;The potion had slight alcohol in it.&lt;br /&gt;Saff was like, somewhat drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Went back soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;The new van driver like some Guai Lan driver.&lt;br /&gt;9 people also cannot fetch.&lt;br /&gt;The original one more fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;Got back, Washed up. Bunked in Terran’s room a little, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd June 2011. Wednesday. Day 16:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lab.&lt;br /&gt;Failed to do work again. But added favourites for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;The rest went out for some KFC, the rest of us stayed to play some L4D.&lt;br /&gt;Played until night.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when we were rushing to go buy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Chong happily max speed off the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Terran followed.&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to limp and fall off.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed until we all on the floor. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Come back, Raj, Viknesh and Terran played instead now.&lt;br /&gt;They also like, funny one.&lt;br /&gt;Raj and Viknesh really like in the game like that.&lt;br /&gt;I can even imagine them being in the game.&lt;br /&gt;Chong also.&lt;br /&gt;I played some Virtua Tennis 3.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was 12, and time to move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd June 2011. Thursday. Day 17:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab was 50% empty.&lt;br /&gt;All diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;Did the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Came back and started up L4D 2 now.&lt;br /&gt;Played until dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Came back, and Chong and Terran continued L4D 2.&lt;br /&gt;I just used my lappy on batt.&lt;br /&gt;Raj playing L4D alone.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;At 12am, went to surprise Sathish.&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t know his whole family watching us via webcam.&lt;br /&gt;Tossed him up and down.&lt;br /&gt;Hope his family didn’t mind. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to room.&lt;br /&gt;Typed this.&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I dunno when this started. I think is Sun ah. That  Terran liked Sin Huey. Then keep spreading around. Then on Monday, I ‘accidentally’ spreaded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Sin Huey was just across the room, then the girls were talking about who is the guy who liked her. Then Fabian kicked the door (he knows), then Terran in the toilet. Then I say, “TERRAN! FABIAN CALLING YOU! OUTSIDE!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Terran happily opened the door, then the girls opposite know now. Haha! Oopsiedoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Terran has a GF anyways, so he can’t do anything. But what happens in China, stays in China, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE NIGHT, IN SUZHOU, TA LIU XIA XU DUO QING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that’s about it. I think I shall go sleep now. G’nightz all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Daaaaamn, 10 more days. I think I’m seriously going to miss all of this, and of the place here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can understand now why China like to have High School romance and stuff. Their school really like, a lot of roaming space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the field always have ~5 couples hanky pankying there one. Can see very obvious also. They make no attempt to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don’t see them. No point. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that’s all from me. Man, mixed feelings, even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7185211272631762919?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7185211272631762919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7185211272631762919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7185211272631762919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7185211272631762919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-in-suzhou-so.html' title='Day 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 in Suzhou! So many!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-475122248523015258</id><published>2011-06-17T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T01:39:06.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8, 9, 10 in Suzhou!</title><content type='html'>Date created: 17th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 14th, 15th, 16th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I forget, I just remembered we slammed in on Raj’s bed on his b’day, causing him to get abit of a trauma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually pranked him on his b’day, like, at 1230 midnight on the 13th. We first put 10 alarms beside his bed, but then he still never wake up, so we jumped on his bed instead. Then he gave like a, zombie-awoken sound like that. It was very funny, but I hope we didn’t cause too much trauma to you, Raj. Big 2-0 already! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to the days. These few days were kinda uninteresting, because we didn’t really go out that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th June 2011. Tuesday. Day 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lab, as usual, then had to present about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Did some slides of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Intended to have dry humour.&lt;br /&gt;Like, black and white bg, with the standard text and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Almost looked half-assed actually.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to do other stuff after that.&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch. I think I eat Shou Zhua Bing.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back, wasted more time to 2.30 for presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Went over and presented.&lt;br /&gt;Some people’s one were funny, some were just like, 1min over. Like go there, intro, describe, max 2 mins over already.&lt;br /&gt;After presentation, go back room.&lt;br /&gt;Raining, so no one went out. Rest day.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and do the necessary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I think I mopped today also.&lt;br /&gt;Then all clean and spiffy rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Saff’s room to play Fifa, start the League thing.&lt;br /&gt;Won a few, lost a few, I think I’m out of the danger zone.&lt;br /&gt;Played until like, 10-11. Then came back to room and used laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Chat a little; Tweeted a little; FB a little.&lt;br /&gt;Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th June 2011. Wednesday. Day 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lab, for 2nd round of presentations.&lt;br /&gt;Really idled around now.&lt;br /&gt;Almost like IAP, keep dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;Changed my slides to make it look less half-assed.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Took some Cai Fan I think.&lt;br /&gt;With chopsticks!&lt;br /&gt;Then Saff, Chong and dunno who helping Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Sat, Sean, Terran went to eat some Cai Fan.&lt;br /&gt;Eat Steamed Egg, some potato and fried Pork fillet.&lt;br /&gt;Went back.&lt;br /&gt;Did 2nd round of presentations.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Sophia was also in GYSS.&lt;br /&gt;And there’s someone named “Lee Shin Huey”, born on 22nd April also.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like my name, and DOB so close to mine.&lt;br /&gt;So funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then present finish, cannot go back yet because got visitor come.&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to our lab.&lt;br /&gt;Fadh, Hidayah, Fahmi, Gary, Chong, Saff, Kenneth, Sat, Raj playing 007.&lt;br /&gt;Sat, Fadh, Chong, Saff, Raj all tio forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;Some playing FIFA.&lt;br /&gt;Some playing NFS.&lt;br /&gt;We were really slacking and being loud.&lt;br /&gt;When I walked past the other lab, they were all guai guai doing work. Such a big diff. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to go, went back to room.&lt;br /&gt;Heard they were going Ou Shang.&lt;br /&gt;Chong fell ill. So did Fareez.&lt;br /&gt;So we took the van to Ou Shang.&lt;br /&gt;The Uncle quite friendly.&lt;br /&gt;20 mins ride to Ou Shang.&lt;br /&gt;There is like, a big shopping centre, but the main attraction is the hypermart.&lt;br /&gt;Its really as big as Giant.&lt;br /&gt;And there are “Giant” bikes in there also. The brand.&lt;br /&gt;Bought some stuff, then went to Pizza hut to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I tried the Curry Chicken thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the Pizza hut experience was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Got people cross eye take photo; Use hood cover head take photo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, our conversations damn funny. I dunno how to explain also.&lt;br /&gt;Then while going back, they keep singing song.&lt;br /&gt;Saff like drunk like that, keep singing. Then keep making all the funny funny noises.&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t even stop laughing ever since after we came out of Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;OH! Saff and Sathish also went to sit some, 4D ride thing. 20 RMB.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;I practically laughed all the way. Ever since they sat inside.&lt;br /&gt;They kept screaming, and they didn’t know you could see it from outside.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, they were doing stuff like, using iPhone to record.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming like little girls.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming like real men.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming like… screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Then they come out, damn funny, cannot stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;So took the van back, inside there also like, terror, cannot stop.&lt;br /&gt;Came back, Chong was almost asleep. Used the comp a little and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th June 2011. Thursday. Day 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lab.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to do some work, failed.&lt;br /&gt;Slept like how I did in IAP.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to some Avenged Sevenfold songs.&lt;br /&gt;Looked at Terran play NFS.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to play CS together.&lt;br /&gt;Failed.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Terran play Modern Warfare.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Sean play some NFS.&lt;br /&gt;Saw some playing FIFA.&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Ate… Some cold noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Chong didn’t come today, so we went to his/my room to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Eat already went back.&lt;br /&gt;Met Mark Lim on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;Got back, no mood to do.&lt;br /&gt;They started the FIFA league.&lt;br /&gt;Saw them play, still struggled to keep focus.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went back.&lt;br /&gt;Chong joined us after lunch also. Teacher asked him to.&lt;br /&gt;Went back, played some Texas Tai Ti with Chong, Terran and Fareez.&lt;br /&gt;Finish already, went down to play some Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Ran 6 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;Must take timing next time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;See them play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Saff dislocated his thumb.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Supermart to get some Ice.&lt;br /&gt;They actually gave it for free. Even the bag.&lt;br /&gt;Went up after that.&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Shou Zhua Bing with the “Rou Shen Xiang Lian”&lt;br /&gt;Its like pork pieces, instead of Chicken fillet.&lt;br /&gt;Eat already, bathed, then we started on “3 Idiots”.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very nice show.&lt;br /&gt;Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;Very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Very touching.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Its like, one of the best Indian movies I’ve ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;No mass dance.&lt;br /&gt;No mass music.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Some more watching with your friends. Like fun only.&lt;br /&gt;Recommended.&lt;br /&gt;Also, parents called at around 930.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to them abit, then ya.&lt;br /&gt;Then did some laundry, used the comp. Now going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mehhh, I don’t know if you call it home sick or not, but I kinda miss friends back in SG. But then again, I don’t think I would like, leave without a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, dunno how to describe also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-475122248523015258?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/475122248523015258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=475122248523015258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/475122248523015258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/475122248523015258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-8-9-10-in-suzhou.html' title='Day 8, 9, 10 in Suzhou!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-3093973697777977623</id><published>2011-06-14T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:22:46.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzhou Day 6 and 7!</title><content type='html'>Date created: 14th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 12th and 13th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday…&lt;br /&gt;Went back to lab as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Did some stuff about project.&lt;br /&gt;Idled.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway, finish project. 4pm finish class.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up lab a little.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Lim scolded us abit, because we all late back from lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Was informed of a presentation on the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;Go back, washed up a little, then go play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Cheng came later with SIXTEEN, 16!, bottles of water.&lt;br /&gt;He was sleeping before this.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to him a little while they play.&lt;br /&gt;I ran 2 rounds first.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to him about “hei she hui” lah, school fees lah, about him coming over lah, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Later, went to join to play.&lt;br /&gt;We won 8-6 in the end. 3 hour game. Last ball took 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, then after that went out to eat at some Korean restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Its called “Wei De Ai” restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Ate some awesome food there, although expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Then we also like, celebrate Raj’s b’day abit.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back, took about 30mins to walk back?&lt;br /&gt;Did some housework, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a slight flu.&lt;br /&gt;Go lab, do presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Was kind of a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Watched “Outsourced” with Sathish. Awesome comedy. Although a bit over-the-top humour.&lt;br /&gt;Then do finish already, then around 2.30pm we go present.&lt;br /&gt;Boring presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to room after that.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t go out with them to Mac because my head was pain, and I had a slight fever coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Played some Taiti. Learnt Texas Tai Ti, which was created by Chong.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to run, but lazy and delayed the time.&lt;br /&gt;The rest left for Mac.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t bother to run after that.&lt;br /&gt;Go eat some biscuit thing. Some “Ji Dan Bing” or something. Was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Played some Fifa 11, then they call us go out to celebrate stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2 cakes, shared among everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Funny time by barging into Mark Lim’s room.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Rooftop to eat instead.&lt;br /&gt;Washing machine was busted, so it was not full strength at the top.&lt;br /&gt;Ate a little, had a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;2 cakes. 300 RMB each. $60 each cake.&lt;br /&gt;But they made it on their own lah. Like, topping and stuff, ownself do.&lt;br /&gt;One is halal one, got fruits like peach and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The other got like, I heard is one whole bottle of 24% alcohol dumped inside.&lt;br /&gt;And that cake REALLY could taste the alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Eat already, we go play Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;Walked for like, 20mins before reaching.&lt;br /&gt;Saw how fireworks was released.&lt;br /&gt;I think Fabian abit pissed because no one picked up his calls.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back.&lt;br /&gt;Played a little Fifa 11 when back, in the league system.&lt;br /&gt;Won 1 at the 90th min, lost 1 at the 90th min, won another decisively.&lt;br /&gt;Came back, did a little laundry, checked stuff and going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. While walking to the fireworks area, I always wondered why Singapore cannot do something like that. Free and peaceful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s very romantic. And also very enjoyable, in that sense. Like, I don’t mind walking for 30mins on that road itself, because its cooling and stuff. Like, you’re not enclosed, but you’re free. Left and right you can actually see 500m of land, and not obstructed by another HDB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, its abit dangerous lah. Haha. But I think if you come with your girl and walk, I think its very nice quiet, quality time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they’re always at least 5 couples at the soccer pitch each night, because no light, so they can hanky panky. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t feel anything wrong also lah. As long as it doesn’t go overboard. Haha! Okay, that’s all I wanted to say. My hostel here quite romantic yi xia deee. Also got rooftop and balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside is a lot of mosquitoes and flies and stuff. So, yeah, you gotta be careful when outdoors. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-3093973697777977623?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/3093973697777977623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=3093973697777977623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3093973697777977623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3093973697777977623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/06/suzhou-day-6-and-7.html' title='Suzhou Day 6 and 7!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-2921476484346291024</id><published>2011-06-12T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:53:52.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzhou Day 5!</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 11 June 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 12 June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5:&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, Day 5 not a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Canteen Burger beats any Singapore Burger anyday.&lt;br /&gt;Even Ramli. Unless its from M’sia.&lt;br /&gt;Went up, bought some fruits and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Arranged to Guang Qian Jie again on bus.&lt;br /&gt;Went down at 1.30 like that to Guang Qian Jie.&lt;br /&gt;Bus was full like woooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Tried to find Ajisen.&lt;br /&gt;Found some shops with awesome prices.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat Ajisen later.&lt;br /&gt;Walked abit more for shoes again later.&lt;br /&gt;Then decided to go back.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Macs before going back.&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today, since shopping, you can’t really expect much…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the Ajisen service here is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Someone even walked out due to late service.&lt;br /&gt;I think Chong is Mark’s newest best student.&lt;br /&gt;They like, walk like father bring son go out walk like that. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Then someone tried to sell us Rolex watches outside Mac. Then surrounded on both sides somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, what’s more.&lt;br /&gt;I also dunno leh. Okay, that’s it then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Spring cleaning tomorrow. Ohnoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-2921476484346291024?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/2921476484346291024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=2921476484346291024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2921476484346291024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2921476484346291024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/06/suzhou-day-5.html' title='Suzhou Day 5!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7058597322345417737</id><published>2011-06-11T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:15:56.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzhou day 3, 4!</title><content type='html'>Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;Did work!&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat food at the noodle stall.&lt;br /&gt;Ate some “Zha Jiang Mian”, the Korean version of Spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;Stained my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Went back.&lt;br /&gt;Work somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Got my Sim card.&lt;br /&gt;Raj’s ice cream melted. In my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Got some people’s numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Work ended at 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about the rest of the plan for the month.&lt;br /&gt;Had some event at 6.&lt;br /&gt;Met Cheng on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about Shanghai trip, and how to book and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like there’s 2 classes of Bullet Trains.&lt;br /&gt;Very packed.&lt;br /&gt;Train lines not nicely assigned. Need to be there if not transport to another area.&lt;br /&gt;Got the address of the school and train station.&lt;br /&gt;Time’s up. Everyone was late.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the area for some “Interaction party”.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t quite of a success.&lt;br /&gt;Got a few girls danced to “Abracadabra” by “Brown Eyed Girls”.&lt;br /&gt;Play some Balloon game.&lt;br /&gt;Translated some stuff for them.&lt;br /&gt;Sang b’day song to Raj.&lt;br /&gt;Took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;Got some guy is a breakdancer.&lt;br /&gt;Went off to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Saw the 2 girls that helped to carry our bags up, so took a photo with them, but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, this is the story time here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we met these 2 girls, KunKun and Yu Jia. So Yu Jia was like, the MC for the night, so my friend, Sathish, who is very Westernized, in a way, wanted to take a photo with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Chong agreed lah, to help him. So we ask them, who were with 2 other guys, whether we can take photo anot. They say can, then okay loh, take photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sat wanted to put his arms around their shoulders, like those Americans lah. Then suddenly, once the hand landed, then wah, Yu Jia’s BF suddenly bang the table and face her. Then we all like, stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he stormed off, like, damn angry. Rice also never finish. Then Kunkun’s BF went after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s surprising, is that, the 2 girls keep laughing also, like, no resistance or anything! So it was damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we didn’t know what to do, the guy came back to take something, but he muttered “I’m okay” in his Chinese accent when we said he okay anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Yu Jia also keep apologizing to us. Say that they always quarrel one. At least several times a day. So nothing to worry about. This is very common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I there really stunned, I tell you. I really dunno what’s going on. Like, she knows they keep quarrelling, then she say is okay, and it keeps happening, so they are still together because…? I also dunno why. I’m stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, the guy like want to whack her like that, and that I can understand that he would be damn damn angry that a foreigner, like Sathish, who is quite Westernized but an Indian. A fairer Indian, kind of person, is going all touchy feely with his girl lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if /I/ was the BF, I also will feel offended lah, even though I say can. Like, you don’t come my territory and mess with my girl what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai siao lah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore their dorm is 1 room 6 people. So if he wanted to call people to come whack us, it’ll be as easy as abc, 123.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the rest of the night, we lost our appetite already. We all contemplating what to do. Even me, because I say to SMS the girl, to like, say sorry lah. Because of us, then your relationship drift further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chong say no, because later her BF see, then even more worse. Which I kinda agree also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked LD, WX, SH and Fitman, and in the end, I didn’t send, even though if I was in SG, I would lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, you know, at least say sorry. I mean, a conflict that WE started, then the girlfriend must solve. Like… I dunno lah. Give trouble to her only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, a big thanks to WX, LD, SH and Fitman for your advices! Really made me more assured that I did the right thing. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so that’s the story for Day 3. Hopefully we don’t get beaten up because a Westernized-Indian is very easy to spot when you’re in a place full of Chinese. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that’s the story. Story end. Summary continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate the chicken thing again, put Seaweed and Hot Powder today.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to the rest about the “EvenT”.&lt;br /&gt;Mopped floor.&lt;br /&gt;Washed clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Missed playing FIFA with Saff and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Bathe in Ice water.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, changed, washed up, got ready soon.&lt;br /&gt;Rained.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lion Garden first.&lt;br /&gt;Tour Guide never explain anything, just walk like one of us.&lt;br /&gt;Saff hit his head against the bus. Giddy all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the rain is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a 500 year old duck.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t even know where the “Flower” and “coin” things are, because tour guide never say.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, dunno step on what first.&lt;br /&gt;Tour Guide was known to have said that, she explain, we also don’t understand, so she never explain.&lt;br /&gt;All got pissed at the Tour guide, because we walk, but dunno what in the world is what.&lt;br /&gt;Its like, walking around Singapore, without a Tour guide, while the rest of the tour guides are explaining in sooooo much detail.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted money.&lt;br /&gt;Went to some museum after that.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a lot of Buddhas.&lt;br /&gt;Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Watched some history about the museum.&lt;br /&gt;Saw some artifacts.&lt;br /&gt;Went off.&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch at some random area.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not too bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;But still, only 4 dishes, about of like, 8, that I ate with 3/5 rating.&lt;br /&gt;Rest all is 1.5/5? Or 2/5.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the Tiger Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Rained again.&lt;br /&gt;Went up, halfway, it rained heavily.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us pressed on, mainly Fahmi, Kenneth, Me, Raj, Chong, Gary, Fareez, Terran, Saff.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a real Pagoda.&lt;br /&gt;Saw some random “Refreshing Chamber” or seomthing.&lt;br /&gt;Went back down.&lt;br /&gt;Flood-causing rain fell on us.&lt;br /&gt;We were all wet.&lt;br /&gt;Walked the longer way out instead.&lt;br /&gt;Took like, extra 10 mins more.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of shops we walk by.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of cars and motor horned at us.&lt;br /&gt;Found the bus, got on.&lt;br /&gt;Got people want go train station.&lt;br /&gt;They did, but instead of 2 representatives, 24 people went down.&lt;br /&gt;Went around 1 time, although the bus driver was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;1 round liao, they almost done, but too late, so we went back first.&lt;br /&gt;Came back, then bathe, then journey-ed to “Guang Qian Jie”.&lt;br /&gt;Met Saff, Vik, Sean, Sat when we came back.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Chong, Terran, Mark (our lecturer) no space to sit.&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab by ourself.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like he said will jam.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus instead.&lt;br /&gt;Slept 70% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;About 40 mins after Kenneth arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Went to see shoes, went to eat!&lt;br /&gt;Ate some Japanese food.&lt;br /&gt;Some Japanese crab with rice.&lt;br /&gt;(Shit, I’m sleepy. Its 2 am. ._.)&lt;br /&gt;Ate, jalan abit, then took bus back!&lt;br /&gt;1hour of standing!&lt;br /&gt;Dropped somewhere, met George/Cheng, then we went back together.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we met him, because we were waiting for a bus that’s gone already.&lt;br /&gt;10pm close already, bus services. Some bus end even earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Then stand for 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;3 178 came, all empty. We took the one that’s the most crowded.&lt;br /&gt;Later we took “Kuai Tie Che” or seomthing, because no more bus.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked back with George/Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;Fareez joined us also.&lt;br /&gt;Then go back, buy milk tea, which is 6 Yuen for a big cup = 1.20SGD only.&lt;br /&gt;Then come back.&lt;br /&gt;Washed some clothes, hang some clothing.&lt;br /&gt;Check my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep halfway.&lt;br /&gt;Comp restart cause too hot.&lt;br /&gt;Came back.&lt;br /&gt;Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it! Sleepy. *Yawn* See you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 4 days only? I thought dunno how many days already. Like, living here for quite some time liao. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7058597322345417737?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7058597322345417737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7058597322345417737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7058597322345417737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7058597322345417737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/06/suzhou-day-3-4.html' title='Suzhou day 3, 4!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-8403057818511570812</id><published>2011-06-10T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T01:21:45.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzhou Day 1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 7th June – 10th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 10th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Okay, I’m going to blog post. Document my trip and stay in Suzhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I needa go sleep soon, so I think I’ll keep this short. Damn, I should’ve done it so much more earlier. Haha! Procrastination wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the gist is, I’m having a happy stay here. Opposite is girls dorm, below is also girls dorm, as a guy, what can you ask for more? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the company that I have that’s very awesome. Like, independent, and Chong has been helpful so far, so I guess that’s good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I’ve learnt how to handwash, hang dry, and stuff like that. Looks like what I learnt at home all became non-useful, since there’s no washing machine, except a small, pay-to-use one, and a hot water. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I can get used to staying here. Like those Japanese dorms. But only that its in China?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to squeeze 6 people into one dorm, we are just 2, and we actually don’t have to pay for internet or aircon, whereas they have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… In other words, I guess we’re more lucky? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I gotta go sleep soon. It’s 12:50, and I needa wake up at 7.15am tomorrow. So, till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=KAmbodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh! Here’s a summary of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Changi, flew plane.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for 1.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Saw “Xiao Shao Lin” or something. 2 hour movie.&lt;br /&gt;Touched down in Shang Hai.&lt;br /&gt;Travelled for another 2 hours, for a total of 7. 5 in plane.&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 people, KunKun and YuJia to help us. (Later got story about them.)&lt;br /&gt;Checked in, settled down, ate some Cai Fan, noticed the Supermart, Yoghurt drink was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Was brought around a tour by 2 students. Milk and Charles?&lt;br /&gt;The female one, Milk I think, actually majored in English! Which is why her English is better, but not exactly of a standard yet. Haha! :x&lt;br /&gt;Then walked around, so a Bumblebee made by their students, and their library.&lt;br /&gt;Went to some Industrial Park tour, thing.&lt;br /&gt;They had this big map, with lights and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Became closer to George/ChengCheng because Me, Chong and Terran are the only Chinese-speaking ones, so we translated for them.&lt;br /&gt;Went to play Bball, while the rest played Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Realized that I can’t really shoot the ball well. At all. HAha!&lt;br /&gt;Later played Ball as a team vs them.&lt;br /&gt;It ended up in chaos, because everyone else, or mainly these few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team China&lt;br /&gt;Sean: Only can pass.&lt;br /&gt;Sathish: Gets the ball and into the net.&lt;br /&gt;XiaoFeng: The PG of the group. China guy. Siao one. Like JC, but bigger. Has a weird shot release. But hits 90% of his shots.&lt;br /&gt;WanFeng?: The shooter, but not so good one. Not so good as in, he only hit 70% of his shots.&lt;br /&gt;George: The transition guy from his other 2 friends. Can see is rusty, but still has it. Street baller. Tricks many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Fadh: Help us to clear the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Trying to guard XiaoFeng, who runs the whole court 3 times just to shake me, and WanFeng, who just gets me to go to him, so XiaoFeng is free, then he 1-2 to get the ball back. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong: Zoning defence, but still cannot stop them. They jump = Cannot block.&lt;br /&gt;Raj: Playing with his own rules.&lt;br /&gt;Saff: Just call him the rugby player. Hug and clothesline the players when they jumping one. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Terran: Trying his best to help also, but its like, his 3rd time playing only? So not too bad. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall start playing ball from now on.&lt;br /&gt;…Nah, court too far.&lt;br /&gt;Here the courts are like, a few mins walk, max.&lt;br /&gt;About 30 seconds, bah, if you don’t count the running down of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to bathe. &lt;br /&gt;Then eat some Chicken strips thing, that my friend say was in Bugis before.&lt;br /&gt;You order a piece of Chicken, then you can add a lot of different powders, then nice. I tried Plum, because it was said by the chef to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I ate it for about, an hour? So much! Like, never ending one. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Washed clothes, packed back for day 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 to be continued!&lt;br /&gt;Sleep time for me! Day 3 quite… Eventful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I forget, Day 2, got someone lost his wallet, FAbian, also from GYNCC one. Same as Min Quan that batch. And we went to some shopping centre to get our stuff. Woohoo! Breakfast in session! Peanut butter and Jam! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-8403057818511570812?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/8403057818511570812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=8403057818511570812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8403057818511570812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8403057818511570812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/06/suzhou-day-1-2-3.html' title='Suzhou Day 1, 2, 3'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-3597264224406515013</id><published>2011-06-07T04:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T04:47:38.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day before a month~</title><content type='html'>Date created: 7th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 7th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ya’ll, Its 4.41AM now, and it’s less than an hour before I leave my house for a whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I hope it’ll be fun there. I think it would be, with so many classmates there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don’t really know them that well. I mean, compared to my Secondary School friends, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it’s a whole new experience! Go there with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go there with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to keep chanting this. Go there with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn’t help that I’ve had no sleep since er, 7.45am on 6th June, so I’m practically screwed in my brains right now, hopefully I can catch a 5 hour “nap” in the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it doesn’t help that in China, Twitter is blocked, FB is blocked, searches are censored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to live through this. D:! I’ll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I’m going to get ready now. Gonna leave soon, don’t wanna leave anything behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a month, this is me, for the last time for a month in Singapore, asking you to stay tuned to my blog for more updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Well, that is if I can even update in China, that is. D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Shit, I’m starting to miss Singapore already. GRAAGH! ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-3597264224406515013?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/3597264224406515013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=3597264224406515013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3597264224406515013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3597264224406515013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-before-month.html' title='Last day before a month~'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-32688428895602204</id><published>2011-06-06T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T00:23:01.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying off pre-thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Date created: 6th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 5th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, is this how people feels when they’re going overseas? Because for some reason, I don’t know why, that instead of feeling all excited and whatnot over this trip, I just feel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I’m actually dreading to meet Tuesday, which is my fly-off day. And although all of my friends would be there, and like, going with them, but still, I just can’t shake the feeling I’m going for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder how I’m going to do this 2 years down the road. I mean, yeah, its easy to say like, “Oh, its okay.” “Oh, I’m sure I’d get through it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn, just leaving for a month, and I’m already getting the nerves and the homesickness and the shiats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s more, I’m not new to leaving home for overseas for a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But daaaaaaaamn, its never fun to do something like that. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, let’s hope Suzhou is going to be fun! As in, well, it doesn’t get “too fun”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month. Okay. I can do this. Let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I still don’t get why I need to go back to school on Monday. :/. Pointless half day. Ah wells, at least I can get to use my friend’s Challenger membership to get something. Ohohoho. :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-32688428895602204?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/32688428895602204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=32688428895602204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/32688428895602204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/32688428895602204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/06/flying-off-pre-thoughts.html' title='Flying off pre-thoughts.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-2970393358707454943</id><published>2011-06-05T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T03:55:00.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY, FRIDAY! LAUGHING OUT ON FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 3rd June 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 5th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I’m back with another post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m supposed to do one before this, but I can’t really remember what other stuff that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyways, on Friday, we celebrated XY’s b’day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kinda, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So skip the boring parts in the morning and afternoon, and come 530!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sherman had this very, very awesome haircut and hair dye. Turning his whole head into a golden fire, thing. I can’t even start to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his outfit, like, wah, really like AhBeng. Haha! But I think he was sick, he was so cold! Like, his body is literally cold, not himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WX, me, Fitman met first, then we went. Met WJ, then we went to 313@Somerset to waste our time for LD and SH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SH was at home! I thought she was at TP, that’s why I never asked her to meet us as well, but, ohwell~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went around 313. It was kinda interesting. There was this haircut show thing at the “atrium”, which was like a walkway, hardly a big area where you would display your catwalk and stuff, but they did it anyway. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slacked off a little, wait wait, then finally, LD called, and we went to the icing room to get her cake. SH was there as well, so we were all ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk walk to Scape. Then we went to Sakae, then wahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to clarify myself here. I wasn’t pissed off or anything when I reached Sakae. I know I “kinda” looked like I was, but I was just, er, proven right by myself? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its not something I would like to be proven right about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one of the reasons why I’m so sian about coming to Sakae WITHOUT anyone eating, is because I want to eat the Buffet, considering the fact that the last time I ate Sushi was during the last time I came Sakae, which was also at Sakae, and it was a year before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, then everyone didn’t want to eat, again. Not the first time, but not something I like either. Then aiya, very sian. Like, why come out to a place to eat, when its kinda obvious only 2 of us would be eating. Out of 8. Its not even the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well go to some small snack shop to eat. ._. Like, sit around and eat something small, and talk cock sing song, then to have everyone having to wait for you to eat finish and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grawr, and what’s worse, we were given a split table. AND, and and and, we couldn’t sit together, if there was mixture of ala carte and Buffet. Unless those eating ala carte didn’t order anything that’s in the buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, all 5 of us ate. Me, LD, WX, WJ, SH. Fitman had no money, so he couldn’t eat. Then we eat eat, then later XY and Yulyta came! But like the funny ah, because they sit a 2-seater alone, away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Sakae@Scapeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, then we sang b’day song. Then a group behind us also sing along, then like, fun sia. They even replied me, “You’re welcome!” when I shouted “Thanks man!” behind. Haha! Awesome crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued to eat. I completed only 5 plates of Sherman’s challenge. OF course, that’s like, 5 plates later? And 2 Chawanmushi, and 2 Sobas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehehe. Scary me during Sakae Sushi buffets. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we then had so much laughing, thanks to Fitman. I literally had tears coming out of my eyes like, halfway into it. LD learnt how to use Water Gun. WX got HIT by a water gun. SH never really got back in her seat after the 5th time she had to run because of me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so damn funny, seriously. It was up till a point, I didn’t even know why I was laughing, but I just laughed because, well, everyone else was laughing! Like, auto-trigger one. Hahaha! It was that funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah… The simple pleasures of life. Sitting around and laughing, with free flow of water and food. What else can you ask for? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that was about it. Sorry to XY for not knowing you had gastric, that’s why you didn’t eat! Very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the managers there were like, very unflexible leh. I mean, 7 of us, out of 8, were eating, can’t you just accommodate one more guy in? Jeez. ._. Go until so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still just sat in all the same. Didn’t care. They also didn’t, so yeah. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s about it for Friday! It was such an awesome day. I really enjoyed my last buffet before leaving for Suzhou. It was really apt for a farewell celebration. Haha. Laughed to my heart’s content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, leaving for Suzhou on Tues, 7th June! For a whole month. Daaaaaaamn, then come back no rest day, chiong FYP. Aiyoooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I shall end here, I also got nothing to say. Or maybe just can’t find anything to say. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Is this something I’d miss while I’m gone…?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-2970393358707454943?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/2970393358707454943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=2970393358707454943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2970393358707454943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2970393358707454943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/06/friday-friday-laughing-out-on-friday.html' title='FRIDAY, FRIDAY! LAUGHING OUT ON FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-4377797949760301303</id><published>2011-05-27T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T01:41:11.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day~</title><content type='html'>Date created: 27th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 27th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, okay. Looks like I’m writing this when no one’s in office. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all went for a Staff Comm. Meeting. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t this happen in the previous times when I’m in the office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it happened on the last day when I’m still in the office. Looking back on all my past work, actually jolts my memory abit, which was kinda fun, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it’s always slightly depressing to leave from something. I’m that easily emotional attached. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 3 months is no short time either, okay. So, that’s kinda the reason why also? I mean, I met people I don’t think I’ll meet in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bosses lah, weird colleagues, office politics, etc. All so… Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now really afraid later next time I work also come into this type of environment. s_s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, is that they’d all talk to each other? I dunno how to explain also. Its just that… Uh, the vibe they give out? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Ho TS gave me chocolates, even though we hardly talk. Like, one week can only talk 2 times, or 5 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 times in 40 hours. Yay. HAhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m going to end this post now. It’s 11:21am. I’m ending work at 5.30pm. And that’s it for my IAP. I’m going to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. D:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mixed feelings. Why, why, why. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m going to update this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don’t know why got over me today, I think it’s all culminating now. At that exact moment, I guess, everything just came together and, a feeling is felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this… Sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the chair, that I’ve been sitting on for the past 3 months, for the very last time in my life. The chair that underwent torture, and much abuse, yet it still served me pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clean table, which then turned messy, and then now, it’s clean again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lotus, folded during week 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drawings, drawn in week 1, when I was losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calendar, that was provided by my supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stuff that’s with me. Like the pen, which was present since day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, after looking at it, for the final time, sitting down, peering my head up to look at my surroundings, to see if it’s clear to sleep or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything just came together. I almost had my eyes watery for a sec. Haha. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my colleagues… They were so awesome, to such a degree. Like Mr. Ho, ShiLing, CK, Terence, Woo, BengThye, Philip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I don’t know. On the last day, when I just lost all my inhibitions, did I then learn how fun they could be. Maybe they also happy that I leaving liao, no one to take up space and sleep at one corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, like, last days are always hard, for some reason. Maybe that’s why in all my CCAs, I didn’t really say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC no POP, NYPGC no party or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe that’s why I still stick to it. But for like, camps and stuff, none of them lasted as long as this. 3months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest beforehand was the Langkawi 1 week thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just liked the tranquility in the office, I guess. At like, 6pm, where mostly everyone had left already, then left me and Mr. Ho and some other Master Planning people, but they were busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like, so… reminiscing on all the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for a while, walked to the Breakout area, took a deep breath, and left the place where we frequented THE MOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Foosball and Pool. Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, walked to the toilet; The place where it’s like, escape for me. Especially the cubicles. Z monster resides there. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walked back to the room, just taking in every step. That it’s gonna be my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, this feeling. Its… Gone for so long. And now it’s coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I had it was a Braddell house. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it’s going to be over. Everyone’s gonna be there when I come back some day, and everything will stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that pulled my heartstrings was all the nice things that they said when I left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, they said that my parents would be proud of me, and that I never buayang around, and stuff like that. Haha! It was so comforting to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they compared to their sons, and how different were them and me. Hahahahahaha… Sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s like this, I guess. I resisted looking at the photos, because I knew if I did then there, sure one would leak one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what puzzles me is that, somehow, everyone thinks mine is the worst place to be; Restricted internet, only intern, no one to talk to, nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet at the end of the day, my friends ran first, like, ASAP, whereas I stayed. And take in everything. Like, so strange! I thought I would be the first one that runs. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… There was supposed to be a “farewell celebration”, which ended up being just food for us to eat. -_-. Then our Sups were there only lah. And we got to know Gabriel. Okay, V and T, since I kinda know him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ho TS, Terence, CK, Shi Ling got something from me from Aus, since that’s the only thing I could find in my bag. Luckily, actually. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is, even up till in the train, I still kept thinking about it. How it’s my last day here, and I won’t ever come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the designer of the office is quite, er, ingenious. Like, when you’re in it, it feels like a freaking prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment you’re released, suddenly, you can’t bear to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, ironic much, but still, excellent planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m sorry if I looked exceptionally tired just now. I just… went into much thinking. Haha. It’s a feeling that would sink it me, and it’s something not everyone can have also~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it, I doubt this post justifies what I’m saying, because I think it only can be felt, and not said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Photographs, photographs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-4377797949760301303?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/4377797949760301303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=4377797949760301303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4377797949760301303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4377797949760301303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-day.html' title='Last day~'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-5423817389067679451</id><published>2011-05-25T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:46:03.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at this photograph~</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 16th – 25th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 25th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, okay, I’m blogging again! But the whole reason I’m doing this is because I NEED to recap, if not really everything would just shoom, fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first of all, let’s start with 17th! 17th… We celebrated Sweehan’s b’day! It was a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we really fail as ninjas. Like, srsly. All our surprises all kind-of never work one. Haha! Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a bittersweet day. Those involved would know why, and I don’t think I would need to say the reason out, do I? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so just to describe briefly what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherman lost, for once in my life. zomg&lt;br /&gt;WJ had to take a cab to I dunno where, like close by nia.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I is play fire grow up one.&lt;br /&gt;Double rainbow. So intense.&lt;br /&gt;Never eat XY’s cake and expect to eat somemroe after that.&lt;br /&gt;SH, I know I very intense, no need to give me a double rainbow. D:&lt;br /&gt;Photo taking session was awesumszx. Well, I guess as much? I had fun, at least. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Present-giving was awkward, as usual. There’s now one more member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… That’s about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t really remember. Actually, I can, but just that, I don’t think its appropriate to say what’s what here. Although I would say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, looks like my blog suddenly grew popular suddenly. Now I can’t even write what I want on it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, I’ll just say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male; Its not the end of the world man. Its life, got ups and downs! Don’t keep pressing on when you know it won’t work out. Mian qing shi mei you xin fu de. Take the advices you have given out, and apply it upon yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice what you preach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same to the others that know the situation; Please stop egging him on. I know its hard, but if its over, its over. Try again another time. I’m sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female; Try to understand him lah, hor. Its not everyday you get someone confessing to you, much less a person of his caliber. I know he hardly talks to you, but still, ignoring and stuff like that isn’t going to make it any better. You know, I know, We know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that’s all I wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… What happened on Wed to Fri ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHHHHHHHHHH. [I hate you two for passing on the virus to me.  ]:&lt;!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed... I seriously cannot remember leh! Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was very busy, so what did I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running one day, I remember. I think that was a… Thurs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! THAT WAS A WED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I remember. Because someone was very emo. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go and run, I clocked in 12mins 10 sec. Woohoo! Personal best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somemore, got Zet, Jia Wei, Mick, Bob, Dickson, Me, Sherman, WX, WJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like that loh, run run, Fitman’s a cold-blooded trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really chiong me pull-up. But good also lah. Sorry for injuring you, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Weekends, this is the more fun part. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to write cards, which I bought with WX that time, 8pcs, and I decided to send them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Fri, I checked the web, and lo and behold, they don’t operate on Saturdays anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. So now how are my letters supposed to go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was lazy also, then Friday, I didn’t write any, just drafted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to lie down. The moment I woke up, shoom, 4am liao. Oops. Haha! Then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat afternoon, wrote 2 letters only, then went to deliver them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I had time to write them before going to catch Pirates with Boon, Fitman, Alaric and WX. Then everywhere all full, grawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked from Cathay at Cine, to Plaza Sing, then first 2 rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, movie first. IT was excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captivating, and exciting. Good movie, I’d recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic that a few years ago, I actually didn’t want to watch Pirates, because I really thought it was overrated, but it looks like now, me myself, am actually praising it to the skies. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, go catch it. Fast Five also, not too bad, but Pirates I think is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched, then after that, we split, and I went on my way to deliver letters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon also one siao one, later tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to C’s house first, and no one was home, so I just ‘plonked’ the letter in teh letterbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving, I was so worried that it didn’t go in. Haha! OR like, in the wrong box. Because I had no return add, nor an add. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, went on to my next destination! L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So upon reaching, again, no one was home. Then tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, the letterbox was sealed shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I looked like Mr. Bean. Seriously. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was sealed shut, I keep like, ‘pushing’ it with ‘various amount’ of force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine some like, danger song playing, like when Mr. Bean can’t fix what he broke. That kind of soundtrack playing behind. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go up, but go up, then the door like, WHOA! 打仗一个! Then I scared, so I went up once, then decided otherwise, come down. Then after strolling outside and pondering, I decided to go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by a stroke of luck, there she was with her mum! HAha! Like a paiseh max. I like, “Wooah, ni hao! *what do to, what to do, what to do*”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just gave her the letter, and scooted off quickly. To prevent any, er, awkward moments. So I went down, then you ask if I want to come in. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the house is, wahhhh, very nice. I can’t wait for it to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I won’t go in your room. Stop. Making. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand the jealousy. –omg jealous-. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your brother has a very nice guitar. I like. :D! Next time ask him to show me his gong-fu! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left after that, then… Went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention that my mum and dad were not in, so it’s me and my bro only, that’s why I had time to go out and roam. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday, same thing, BUT MY GUITAR WAS FIXED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I like the sound of it now also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, a wounded puppy coming back to life! Sounded to bright and cheerful! Welcome back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only down-side is, I miss it’s dark, mysterious base. Like, a very low, ‘dummmm’ sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its now replaced by a brighter sounding base! So I guess, that’s something to give and take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after collecting my guitar, we didn’t met with Sunshine (So sorry!) for her own little “surprise”, then I went off on my journey again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I went to Bishan to find J. Her house was, hurgrghgh, so inside, and so COMPLEX. Okay, not complex, I made it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY?! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked like, the whole exterior of her compound. Just to get to her house. She wasn’t in, so I guess that’s fine, dumped the letter in, then I was off, on my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to walk to Braddell now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Right. Walk. To Braddell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even find my way back to Bishan! Haha! Until much luck, I found back GY, and went to Lor 8, then 7, then by a stroke of luck, I hit Lor 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from there, I went to Jarel’s house, played a little bit of guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, Jarel sounds very nice now. Like, his voice. Next time ask him to sing for you all. Oops, don’t say I told you that! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to run, so I followed him also, to interchange. Then I wondered why I did. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from there, went to stadium, then to interchange to ‘Popular’; found out the cue was too long; didn’t bother and then thought of how to go to V and M house, then decided to go back to Lor 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how to go there? Need go back Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for me! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walked to Stadium back, then journey-ed to Lor 5. Halfway, I found the library! Great! Because I forget that I haven’t write M’s card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in, went to level 3. Wrote a very ugly handwriting card, then went to get a bottle of Grape, which had less sugar. (noooooooooooo) and I was on my way again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk, found my way to Lor 5, then followed the way to Fitman’s house, then woohoo! I’m here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to give V first, because she’s at home, and her mum was at home also, so… It was kind awkward, but I still went anyway. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said hi and stuff, had her to refill my bottle (yay! Water! Finally.) then went down, dropped off the letter, and went to the other house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I forget, V’s living room is like-a-hi-tech nia. And her father’s guitars are very ex! Acoustic, cutoff, with a electric-like tuning heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure quite ex one. But the sound should be very nice also. Looks like Mahogany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’ll spare you from all the guitar talk now, and continue with my story! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to drop off letter at M house, but I didn’t know the unit no.! So I went up one time, then gehgeh say hi, say random visit. Had to bolt before her dad came, because she say her dad want to learn from me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got her unit no., then went down, then “GAK” another one. No wonder in the same gang. So I had to go up again, and her father was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then passed her the letter, then talked briefly to her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father also one kind one. HAHA! What, want to bai me as shifu. I think, he xiang tai duo liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. YOU. Corrupted your dad’s mind. I hope he sings to you more! Then you cannot sleep! Haha! I still purposely say you say his singing very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopehope, revengerevenge. HAha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, went home, I think, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached home, looks like WX, YL, Fitman and Boon went to Timbre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Boon’s 2nd day, with lack of sleep, and had like, 90 worth of shots before. Then today go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t surprised when I saw their drunk pictures. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that was the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I FORGOT! GOT ONE MORE DESTINATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEKOOOOOOO. I don’t like you. ):.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the only house, where I tried to ‘plonk’, but its sealed. Then somemore you not in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first failed letter leh! ;_;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore your house so far from MRT! I practically walked from Yishun, to your house via 305? Then walked on, thinking if I continue past your house can get back faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up my legs were sore, and I was at KTP hospital. How great is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had to speed up abit also, because it was getting late, and my parents were having dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, your journey was the biggest, and the longest, and the most fail-est. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, to quench your thirst of why I did this, I’ll try my best to explain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, in all honesty, I don’t know WHY I did it, I think it was quite, erm, fun? Like, delivering your own work, to people. I hoped you guys/girls/women liked my ‘present’ in some sense. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to give harmless surprises like that. I really hoped it brightened up your day, because I know each one of you that I sent to, are all undergoing something that you had to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey, what’s more cheery than a personal delivery with some hand-drawings. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it really cheered you people up. I know I did enjoy my little “escapade”, with just me, my music, and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t exactly too hot either. Okay, actually it was, but hey, at least it didn’t rain, right? :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’d be doing this again, soon, I hope. But I know time’s running out for me too. This might, seriously, be the last time I’d be doing this, because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) After this, I’d be in NS.&lt;br /&gt;2) FYP is too busy for me&lt;br /&gt;3) After FYP still need study for Sem stuff, and I doubt my weekends are free already.&lt;br /&gt;4) You people should’ve recovered by then, also! So no need for me anymore! :D!&lt;br /&gt;5) Finally, my parents wouldn’t be leaving for a holiday anytime soon also. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, some of the few reasons, I think, that would prevent me from doing something like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would, I don’t know. See the feeling comes back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if I did it in foolscap, most of you would just crush it anyway. Or leave it to rot somewhere. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So THIS TIME, I decided to buy a pack of cards! Okay lah, 1 card 1.50 like that, abit worth it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I like hand-written letters, so that’s why maybe /I/ did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels as good as receiving a effort-put-in work! I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s the ‘oldie’ in me, that I like stuff like letters, and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know my mum doesn’t like me receiving them, because I’d keep them, then stack up again. Then she need to nag and nag at me again for keeping this. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… Yeah! I’d be doing it again soon, no worries. At least once more before I leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s a huge possibility now, since my Bro is going over. So I’m most probably going over. At least for 3 years. But returning might be a possibility also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I hope. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that’s why! I just like walking in the heartlands in the afternoon. I dunno why. Zig-zagging through HDBs, and knowing you have a goal to reach somemore. Then once you reach your destination, then you must go back, and complete another task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Fun fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it! There’s so little people going to another friend’s house now, and posting letters and such. Let’s see if I can revive them! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, that’s the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday, was my presentation. Another pekchek day. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My project manager. Seriously. I dunno what’s his problem. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all, why I was pekchek during the presentation, was that my slides were checked before hand, by both my project manager and my Supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all say, pass, even give me pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I present, I got shot. Someone said to me, “You, those photos you know I got tell you before you’re only to use them for knowledge purposes, and not for public display?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I “Orh, sorry. Will delete them after this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside I like, “LOLWATTTTTTTTT, no one told me about this?! Chicken. -_-. W/e”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, idled already, since my main presentation was over. My other 2 friends went to jalan around Transit, whereas I just stoned back in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next day, means yesterday, went to see them for what to do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he hor, like, what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Supervisor was there also, then he like, suggest, how about I just check the lights at various areas, easy one. Like corridor. Then he ask him to contact someone to get the lux meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The my PM say, “Oh, let him get himself! He should learn to do all these stuff!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The my Sup ren bu zhu already, then he say, “Ya, I know, ya. So can you call the person to get the lux meter? To see how he is going to get it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: “But, okay. I call. Later I tell you again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like fish? You Supervisor or he? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, this thing still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I need a map of Changi mah, if not how I know where to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he xin xin ku ku get the maps, okay, get liao then he convert, then he say, “Oh, the maps are too small for you, so yeah, I don’t think you can use them. Yeah…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stun. Means he want me to WALK the WHOLE OF T2. GO EVERY TOILET, AND FIND OUT  THE LIGHTS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, finally, instead of just “orh”-ing. I say, “So how about we try to zoom in?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then okay, try try, then can, got a map. Okay. I go do my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end. I converted all the maps into pdf, then give him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He take, see, say, “Oh… Too small… You got check before you pass to me? Because the maps like this, I can’t use this. It’s useless. Your efforts, all wasted. *chuckle*.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just stood there and, give that, “u die” face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you want me to say?! It’s a WHOLE FRIGGIN MAP OF CHANGI. You want to print onto A3. I’m not a design student, hello, I don’t know A3 can print how big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither did I use some AutoCAD viewer before. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he still can say, “How come so small ah? Just now I do one can see, then yours cannot see. I think… You never zoom in. Yeah, you see? Never zoom. Mine got zoom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went “…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, duh? How I know how to zoom and stuff? I don’t even KNOW HOW TO USE THE PROGRAM!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what added on, he still can tell me, “Your works, remember to pass it to me one day, I need to go through them, to see what I can use. Because ah, you come here, to do your project and stuff, but at the end of the day, we still have to get something out of you, right? So, if you don’t do it nicely, then we cannot use, all your efforts will be useless. You come here for nothing at all, actually.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…HAR?! And /I/ thought you were supposed to make your workers feel ENCOURAGED, not USED?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. He very the… :/. Feel sorry for my Supervisor also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when going home, my Supervisor, head of the group, he ask him, “Can you help me go ask this guy, whether how he does his buying?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he rebut, “Do you have any hard evidence? How do you know that it’s true? Can I have some evidence before I go and ask?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I there like, wah, this is how you talk to your boss? You demand stuff from him one meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my Sup keep, “So you go and ask, then you will know already right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he just respond with, “I need hard evidence! You don’t give me, how I ask?!” Then sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, like the pekchek only. Haha. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was stuck there for about, 15mins? But quite… Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just came to my table. I think he saw, but not everything. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, yeah. Sigh. Such is the life of my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m getting to know my other colleagues, though! Quite fun bunch. Haha! Just by hearing lah, I don’t participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that I’m leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sorry for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Whom it might involve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t dwell on the past! You said it yourself that to forget the past, tomorrow never comes, and so, live in the present! It was all gone and over, you’d get another chance with another guy soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, he might be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although after hearing what you said about him, I can really understand why you would have such a hard time forgetting him. If I was in your shoes, I think I’d find it pretty hard to forget him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sigh. All I can do is just to encourage you from where I am! So are the rest of us. So don’t feel like you have no one else to fall back upon, if you ever decide to freefall downwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it! I know you can. ;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I’m arriving to today. I just reconnected to Nickelback today. Long time since I heard them, and the first song I went to hear was “Photograph”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, sooner or later, its going to happen. Sigh. I really want to see the future now, though. And see where we all would be, 10 years down the road. Who’s attached to who; What lives are we are all leading…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see if everyone still knows everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Ah… Its coming back again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I got over this already. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;br /&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;br /&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I guess I have to practice what I preach as well. If I let go now, by that time, it’ll already be 3 years, just nice? I guess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I miss that town&lt;br /&gt;I miss the faces&lt;br /&gt;You can't erase&lt;br /&gt;You can't replace it&lt;br /&gt;I miss it now&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;So hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to leave it”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nickelback - “Photograph”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Wow, 3.6k words. O_o 10 pages, 1.45 hours of work. :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-5423817389067679451?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/5423817389067679451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=5423817389067679451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5423817389067679451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5423817389067679451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/look-at-this-photograph.html' title='Look at this photograph~'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-4730680628279959093</id><published>2011-05-20T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:27:43.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahahahahahahaha.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, thanks people, for being "guan xin" about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, its okay. Its a norm for me, so don't worry. If I got through it up till now, I would be able to now, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wouldn't want to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The more you know, the less you understand." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't even understand me NOW, I bet you won't after knowing more. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be going back now. I think I strayed for too long already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... See you guys soon! Bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;Obladi, Oblada,&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;Nananana, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time will come where you might discover everything about me, and when that time comes, I hope you won't be too shattered internally or even externally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I live an interesting life. Hahaha. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. To those that know, now you hold a power that no one can ever wield. I hope you understand, and use it wisely. ^_-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lololol, sad attempt at a wink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-4730680628279959093?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/4730680628279959093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=4730680628279959093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4730680628279959093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4730680628279959093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/ahahahahahahaha.html' title='Ahahahahahahaha.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-1934609290496799012</id><published>2011-05-19T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:40:33.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ren shen.</title><content type='html'>人生老老几十年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...什么人不会累，&lt;br /&gt;什么人不会失去了方向?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我应该也到时寻找我自己的路了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我想清醒一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=卡呒波嗲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ...Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有什么我的SMS是free的。应该不会上网吧。白白~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-1934609290496799012?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/1934609290496799012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=1934609290496799012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/1934609290496799012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/1934609290496799012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/ren-shen.html' title='Ren shen.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-5979888893056257044</id><published>2011-05-17T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T01:52:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hospital + Kards!</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 16th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 17th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going to post because something significant happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Maestro went to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding. But seriously, it went to the guitar hospital because the first 3 strings were buzzing. Like, 6th and 5th were at the 9th fret there? And the 4th string was buzzing at the first five frets there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, how to play like this. Sigh. To think I just got to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand how some people feel when they think they just knew someone, then you have to part. ):. Not a very nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, if you’re wondering, Guitars have feelings and everything as well okay. You need to forge a connection between your instrument and you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, maybe that’s just me. That’s how I evoke emotions into the songs I play? Through my instrument, so I need to have a connection with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I was just connecting with it. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, 2 weeks later, I should get it back. Problem is, I only left 3 weeks in SG before I leave for Suzhou. Should’ve waited. But then again, if I don’t collect it within 30 days, they’ll keep it. D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So byebye Maestro. See you in 2 weeks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after going there, I went with WX to Suntec to get his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget, “Jit” from Maestro Guitars, I think is Concept store? The one near Music Theme one. He’s an awesome dude man, mainly because he remembers me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for a store holder to remember you, even if you’re just standing there, is kinda awesome already? I wasn’t even close to the shop. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that kind of recognition, I appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after sending my Guitar to Zen Guitarwerkz, I continued on with WX, who followed me, to Suntec. We got some stuff, stuff that I cannot reveal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, cards at “PreciousThots” are so amazing. I mean, maybe I haven’t been seeing cards like that for awhile now, but daaaaaaaamn, if it was like, $2 a card, I’d buy like, 10 of them, no kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they are $10/pc, which is waaaaaaaaaay out of my budget. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the quotes they have there is really amazing. Those like, descriptive cards? And humour cards? Really amazing. I aspire to write stuff like that in the future, actually. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that flow so smooth, and yet still able to cause an impact. IT’s like water flowing down a river. Looks calm, but if you jump in, you get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like, read almost all the cards there, and it’s just a small section! Can you imagine if I go to some like, b’day card shops and stuff? I can stay there all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever happen to bypass “PreciousThots”, or “Hallmark”, take a look at their cards. Amazing, amazing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that maybe at this point of time, it can be applied to many people. Many I think I would like to apply on, and many I would them to apply in their lives, so they can actually free themselves from the binds of their thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Maybe when I’d get some. Like, for their next b’days. Oops. Haha, sorry people. Soon okay, soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that small stint really made my whole day alot more brighter. I think people see me, as WX say, “People see you think you siao ah! Laugh when you reading the cards?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did laugh openly. Like, I’d read, and give an audible laugh. Because really, it’s that amazing. Like I’ll read, refer to a recent event, then laugh because it applies so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that’s about it for today. A bad thing met with an awesome discovery. I guess it levels? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya d00ds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sigh, workstress is coming back to me. I totally let it slip off my mind, how awesome am I sometimes? :D? ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-5979888893056257044?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/5979888893056257044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=5979888893056257044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5979888893056257044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5979888893056257044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/guitar-hospital-kards.html' title='Guitar Hospital + Kards!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-5235128085375025636</id><published>2011-05-15T03:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T03:46:31.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boon's B'daY! + Others stuff!</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 13th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 15th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I shall blog... Before I forget everything. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so anyways, 13th May is a Friday, unfortunately? Black Friday, sigh. Its really a bad day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least there was something to look forward to! So I guess it wasn’t that bad? Okayokay, maybe let me start from the top, all the way to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day, went to work, got some of my stuff done. Had a running nose, sian. ._. And the office was very cold, grawr. 23.5 degrees? You gotta be kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, I can only see, cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so look look, see see, did abit of work. Hibernated quite a few times also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I hibernated ALOT. :/. Too cold, I couldn’t take it. Had no jacket also, unlike SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I thought a cup of Milo would do me good! SOMEONE also suggested it, I drank it. 15 minutes later, I went from “Okay, I’m awake.” To “Uhhh, wut? -blackout-.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, this was the okay part. After lunch, did the content page for Mr. Ho, but after that is the pekchek part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now, I need to call someone to demo the lux meter for us, uh, and I need to do it by Wed or Thurs the next week. And I only start work on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my ppt, then never even listen to me. Just open, go, orh orh, then straight away shoot me, “You know you should do this?” Then after looking to the 3rd slide, he goes, “Oh, so what’s this?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, dude. Its called a freaking PRESENTATION. Not a informative slide. The whole idea is that you need ME to PRESENT. I thought I’d actually try to do a PRESENTATION instead now. But you don’t even listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I’ll just throw a whole textbook infront of you next time. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, nevermind, that one I still can tong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I hate, I repeat, I HATE people who think that I don’t do my work seriously, or don’t even give 2 hecks about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, no shit man, look, you gave me the info, you freaking know what you’re talking. You open my excel, say, “70k isn’t the value. 100k+ what. You go double check.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the original file from his laptop is missing. He still dare to show me his one, and say, “Ya, there, 100k+. You sure you know how to use excel and sum them together?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, no shit, I don’t. Teach me oh master. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove his point, I had the original in my thumbdrive. Opened it and showed him, 76k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did he do? Apologize? Admit his mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he said, “Yeah, something’s wrong. Hmm, you should go and double check and see what’s wrong. I mean, if the values are wrong, I can’t really use your work, and it’ll all be worthless and for nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For you maybe you have done your part, but when it comes to me, I can’t really use it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, I was already like, “shit this, I’m going to answer your questions. Talking doesn’t work anymore” kind of mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore later can tell me, “You know you have alot of files? You should not have so many. You get what I mean?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY FREAK MAN. Dude, it’s my thumbdrive, it’s not even my final work. The heck you talking about that. I still got so much info to throw at your damn face, it won’t even be funny when you open the excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope with my work, you lose more hair. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, keep asking me to like, have one on T2 and T3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, no info, how to do? You want me to conjure magic numbers for you? I can leh. I very good at that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s more is that, if you guys know what I’ve been doing, is that I’ve been doing nothing these few weeks at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now, like, 3 more days to presentation, you throw so much things to me. Say change this, simplify that; no need this, where is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I can read your mind meh. Covering your ass so much. Maybe you should use it to think, it might actually help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I also remembered why I hated that talk with him also. He come tell me, “Oh, this is what you’ll encounter in the real world, you know? I’m just helping you like, get started. So you know how to encounter this in the future.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he say it hor, like, whoa. Really like a 2nd Lee King Kong. Sibeh pekchek. Then you don’t even know he sometimes asking a question or saying a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, use your punctuations correctly man. You structure a question as a statement. Then you expect a reply. Like, uh, that’s called a rhetorical question. You’re not supposed to expect me to answer it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind, at least that was close to 5.30. Returned to my desk, packed and got my damn self out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hoped I still had my Supervisor, though. At least he will give pointers, and is easier to approach? Although I also cannot differentiate his questions and answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn work. Time to on my chionging boosters already. Anyhow do ppt liao. Cham also he cham, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyway, here’s the more fun part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30, left work, then faster go to T1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before that, I was finding for a place to buy cake. Turns out there’s Polar’s and Bengawan. Then Diana ask me buy more healthy one. How? Ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I went to Polar first. I dunno why I so excited also. Maybe after a tough time keeping mum about my hard work, when he just totally decimated it, I decided to ride the rollercoaster up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to Polar, the staff dunno what I talking about! Haha! She say all got cream one, so none healthy?! Then I ask for fruit cake, but they no stock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walk back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FYI: Bengawan was directly at this end when I come out of the skytrain, but Polar was the other end.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to walk fast to the other end, just to get disappointed, then walk ALL THE WAY back to Bengawan. Anyways, the Bengawan understood English abit better, so she said also, none is more healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tell me, “Pandan. PAndan less cream. More healthy.” In like a very, ‘lol,-you-buy-cake-you-want-healthy?!’ kind of manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the fruit cake, had staff discount of 10% (yay!) and trained back to T2, then on my way to YCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, damn funny. It happened that I was waiting for the train to Marina Bay. Then WJ SMS me, head or tail, then I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think think think, then like, “Eh, Marina Bay not go TPY one meh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then faster rush over the other side. Then I still tell WJ head, then change to tail while walking there because I thought it was the tail, then it was the head, then like confused her. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then LD was also like, hyper much. Then it happens we were one train behind one another, and we didn’t even know. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like too too train!” –LD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry ah! I didn’t see SMS, and no, I will not run to NYP just to buy Waffle Sausage for you. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go wait for bus. 825. We look look, like got no 825 ah! Then LD called someone, then we saw it! It was a small white bus. Haha! A bus I thought I’d never take, but yay, first time! The tapping machine was so in somemore. s_s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then, we take take. Somehow the button on the side is a “Help” button, and despite me telling her is the “Bell” button, she didn’t believe me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, LD, you can press it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WJ also another smart one. Purposely remind me of all the times I banged my head on the bus while exiting. Like, seriously, damn pain leh! Especially the Chalet one! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooo, after this, we walked to JW house. So fun, we missed the stop, I think? Then walkwalk, and we got lost. Asked the Security Guard where, then we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it, though, why is there a security guard outside a house? Like, abit the overkill? Also not some HDB or Condo or what. D:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walkwalk, laugh laugh abit, then we reached! I dunno who pulled me back, I almost overshot. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat! The Steamboat, like whoa, Harry Potter style. Not bad! Haha! A whole row, 2 pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So got my bowl [it was AhBoi’s mum’s favourite! Zomg!], and went to sit down in the middle, because the two seats at the corner was reserved. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then eat eat steamboat. Was beside Dickson, opposite SQ. And unfortunately, my best friend wasn’t on my right, because he was Mick. ;_;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So didn’t eat alot. No, I’m not dieting, but this ‘s the reason why sometimes I don’t like to have like, direct access to the food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile I gave up. I just drank soup abit. Eat rice. Okay, I’m done loh. Just join in the convo abit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why, but I didn’t really feel like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s just that I’m tired? I don’t know. I just felt like excluding myself. Haha. That’s why I went to sit at the steps instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like those kind of steps, enough steps to sit down like staircase, but not enough to make a full one. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Dickson and YL battle it out, and just, well, I dunno. Stayed there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering around, er, just laughing loh, so people know I’m responding, but that’s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had constipation during one ATC. It was bad. I shat blud. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shhh, no one has to know. It was the past. I’m all fine now! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, ya loh, just laugh here and there, even though they Lenice here and there, still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sou le jiu hao bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever anyways, later was more fun? The washing of the bowls and stuff, a place to escape! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun doing that. Away from everything, just for a moment. In your own little world~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I like to wash dishes sometimes. Haha, like no one will fan ni. Just you and the dishes, and the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, although later JW was replaced by LD, then WX came to spy on us, Sherman also. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So soon, the friend came, then we had the cake! LD and WX ‘pai-ed’ the candles, I lighted them, Sherman carried the cake, with the two of us slow marching, or some sort, and LD was taking pictures. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sang on our way out, then sang the song once, both Eng and Chi, while the cake was outside, then later ANOTHER TIME, I think thanks to Fitman, then sing again. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Boon had to remove the candles later, with his mouth. Then later, after much deliberation, he decided to do it. Then whoa! JW ninja-ed his way and BOOM! HEADsmash. Haha! There goes my cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. Haha! It was fun. Then Mick also keep, geh yan geh yan, then in the end dunno tio Boon drag how many time, but didn’t tio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then okay, Boon had to feed everyone. Wahlao, try to disiao me. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later Junwen had to smash his face, along with Mick. Then SQ and JW attack me also?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, after that we cleaned up, I went back to wash plates. Yay! But now WJ was drying, which was my job. ):.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she returned me my job, then she ‘water-ed’ the plates instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I forgot to add! I felt terribly guilty when JW had 2 bowls destroyed due to it slipping about, 5mm from the next bowl? Then two went down only like, 5 mm, but boom, the bowl broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had cleaned them first, this wouldn’t have happened? Damn. I was like, “Damn, damn, damn, damn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t remember the brand of it now. Acryogne? Or something liek that. ARGH. Need to get a new china set for his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least bowls. Feel very guilty. Considering that was his mum’s favourite bowls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to where I last stopped, dry dry. LD soaped WX, so to defend him in his honor, I took some waste from the sink clogged there, and smeared it over LD. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 against 1, you cannot win one. LEE Gang. Even WJ first one to zhao. Haha! Run so fast! Almost fall down again. Just down jump the stairs already fall down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for laughing though, but it really seemed like you slipped and fell on your butt! Like, jump, then boom on your butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your knee. I heard you said it hurt. Tsktsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after the war, the kitchen floor was now dirty, so JW had to bring it the big guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then okay, nothing much happened already. Just wash wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And WX help me to wash my hair because I cannot see. Thanks man! Haha! Then I had an epic Pantene moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after washing quite almost all, then suddenly WX reminded us of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh, we miss the last bus liao?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like, WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA, so fast 11.30 liao?! Then chiong chiong, finish everything, then chiong ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, everyone start to fluster around, pass money, and go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My socks were trashed, because it was too oily from the cream. Haha. D:! Then I had to go home without any socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited alone, since Aloy didn’t come, and Boon stayed over. IT was quite a nice moment alone. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I wasn’t worried about whether got bus. I saw is 0015 last bus, and it was only 0002? So I guess I’m still fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had the crazy idea of trying to walk home if there’s no bus. Haha! Don’t mafan parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, managed to get on the bus, and went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this b’day is like, one of the most interesting ones I had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best, because that’s MY B’day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was much fun! Haha! Seeing everyone so happy and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickson, Oscar winner sia. Not even Fitman can fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some quotes by him:&lt;br /&gt;“Wo shi huai ren, ye shi hao ren.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! Wo bu dong na ge cake zai na bian. Bu xiao xing de!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Seriously man. Dickson is like, the most silent-est killer of all man. He never fails to make any event that he attends a non-epic one. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need him to come out more man. Awesome dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, that’s about it. There’s 2.5k words here already, and I spent like, only 30minutes on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I think I’ll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this year, 2011, at this month, May, although many had broken hearts, but it’s still so much heart-warming to know that they still can help and entertain each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sigh, this feeling? Not good. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be/The future’s not for us to see/Que sera, sera~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-5235128085375025636?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/5235128085375025636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=5235128085375025636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5235128085375025636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5235128085375025636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/boons-bday-others-stuff.html' title='Boon&apos;s B&apos;daY! + Others stuff!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-2274975991064609255</id><published>2011-05-12T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:35:33.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lolwat</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 12th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 12th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, writing this now because the internet is down at the Office. How, I do not know either, but it’s just very, very, unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, riding a sampan in a typhoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I’m stuck here, trying to finish up my Powerpoint presentation before lunch, but I don’t think that’s possible anyways, seeing as how the internet is crashing down on me like a meteorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s bad day no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 2, I think I already blacked-out  for like, 15 minutes in intervals already, at just 9am. This is getting bad. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And No. 3, I needa go back to YCK again, to collect my shoes. So again, it’s going to be a longgggggg day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m getting burned out. I haven’t even had dinner with my parents this week already, damn much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I’m going to stop trying to pacify everyone, or trying to talk to everyone also already. It’s getting tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the lawyer that defends the murderer, or a doctor saving a killer. People would tend to think you’re the bad guy instead now, and not the good guy trying to save a life. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah whatever. I dunno what’s got into me today. So grumpy. Grawr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, back to work, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My ulcer is healing! But still irritating. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Fun fun fun fun. Exercise is fun. Bob is fun to run with. HAha! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, you know what, I’m going to follow people like Fitman and KlassicMaster (On Youtube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna try to do 30-50 situps a day, before I sleep, and at least learn all the songs that I have printed out at least 1 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love my office. ;D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-2274975991064609255?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/2274975991064609255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=2274975991064609255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2274975991064609255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2274975991064609255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/lolwat.html' title='lolwat'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-1678655570024534481</id><published>2011-05-11T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:57:00.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TBC</title><content type='html'>Date created: 11th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: In a span of 8th May to 11th May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I’m going to blog again today! And yes, I’m going to do it while I’m in the office! I finally found a way to POST in the office as well, so, yay! I can give you the live updates on whatever is going on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…But if I do that, you guys would most likely fall asleep wayyyyyyy before the first update happens. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, a CERTAIN PERSON –coughldcough- wants me to blog, so I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start on… 8th May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or wait, maybe the day before that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th may!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have to change the date happened now to 7th May instead. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, 7th May, I went to catch Fast Five with Boon and WXs and Sher “Fit” man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WXs = Wei Xiang and Wei Xin. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I learnt something that day: Never watch a romantic movie with Fitman. I think he’ll make it so exaggerated, until, everyone think he abit siao siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was healthy entertainment. The reason I say that is because Fast Five when one of the character died, he like, fake cry so loud?! HAha! We all like, “lol wat r u doing” face him. xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to that, the sounds and the comments he gave BEFORE the show started also, like, wah, laugh and laugh, like the cinema belongs to us only. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve got to admit, the cinema at Bugis is really one of a kind. Like, really run down. And very big. So different from the cinemas now, where you have small rooms, but not so bad ceilings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Fast Five was very good. I can see what’s going on now, not like 4 or Drift, where everything goes zoom zoom, and you get lost whose car is which, and what’s going on and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended if you wanna see something fast-paced, and with a not bad story line. 4/5, perhaps? Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was for 7th. After the movie, Fitman had to go for BBQ, whereas the 4 of us went to shop for stuff. Boon wanted pants, while Wei Xiang wanted top. In the end, Boon bought a top and 2 pants, Wei Xin bought a pants and Wei Xiang got 2 tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they went to eat ice-cream, then we wanted to go eat Tau Hui, but in the end, we got lost, and we decided to go home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, is b’day day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was Fitman’s and LD’s b’day, so we (finally) decided to go Fish and Co eat, because Hanz told me there the people must stand on chair and stuff and wooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I suggest Pizza Hut, because I know there last time Ms Seah the farewell, they gong gong go play Happy b’day song, jitao “lol wat r u doin” face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hanz say Fish and Co they will ask you stand on chair and sing song? Double win! So we decided there instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the plan was to have Fitman ask LD out, then meet us at Fish and Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note: I knew you wouldn’t go out alone. Hanz tell me you will. It wasn’t my plan to ask him okay! Is I heard you ask Fitman plan, then Fitman ask Hanz, then Hanz ask me, then I ask WX one. So it isn’t me okay! Tsk!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there earlier, like the few of us – Hanz, Me, XY, WX, Boon – went first at 5.30. Supposed to meet at 5.30. In the end 6 only we chu fa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the cake, then went up to Fish and Co. Met Farris, who was working there! Like, so coincidence! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to him a little, but he was kinda busy, so we just sat down, and waited for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited, and waited. They supposed to come at 6 one, in the end they also late, also came at 6.30 instead. So we were all late. Looks like we know each other too well already to know that no one would be early. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we sat down, I had Jap Fish, wasn’t that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know you guys are wondering why I was quite quiet and stoning that day, its because before Fish and Co, I went to WX house to help WX sis to do abit of A Maths, THEN LATER help WX do his Euler method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn’t know me yet, when I do maths, the side-effect of me AFTER doing a series of tough questions would be that I’ll just “phase out” indefinitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that’s why I was stoning. Giving my brain a little rest time. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and everyone was playing with their phones, I dunno why. All trying to show off, all got iPhone, I no have. Mai chio chio chio hor. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yes Hanz, fun fun fun fun, looking forward to playing the iPhone. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later, Hanz decided to play Murderer! 4 person nia, I dunno how that works, but, okay, fair enough. Took 5 minutes to get everything written and passed around, then it took only 1 night – which was about 30 secs – to finish the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for insane boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later, the guys joined in. Then we had quite a number of people to play. And it was the most exciting- or rather, entertaining games I’ve ever played in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medic, that only heals himself. That’s why he’s so fit, Fitman.&lt;br /&gt;You have innocent victim, that always get killed first. By me. Boon. :D&lt;br /&gt;You have the innocent-face-but-actually-not-innocent-at-all Wei Xin.&lt;br /&gt;The silent corner, XY.&lt;br /&gt;The kill-me-first/I-want-to-be-murderer host, Hanz.&lt;br /&gt;The person who didn’t trust Fitman, LD.&lt;br /&gt;And me, the “lol I just host becuz its more funz” person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this group of people right, its better to die first, and see what happens DURING the night, is more interesting than the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day so boring, just vote only. The night is where the fun starts, all the finger pointing, flexing, the “ni sha wo!?” face, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just all too epic to put into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I used the word epic. Because I think this really deserves the title of that. Haha! Awesome much. I think we just destroyed the whole ambience of Fish and Co. in the process, though. Because we were all too noisy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the people dunno how to give the cake one loh. We playing halfway, then the night haven’t start, then they give the cake. They should wait until we close our eyes, then put the cake mah! Got more the, qi fen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Diana was on the phone somemore, then like, so weird. Haha! They sing song, she on phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn’t even understand the song, dunno what they singing. I thought it would be just some traditional Happy B’day song, but nah, they dunno do what. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, WJ came while we were having night. She said she successfully scared 2 people. I wondered how… Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WJ is the “I-will-zhong-everything-now” person. All the power player all go to her. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued playing Murderer, I got served a cake by Fitman leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT SERVED BY HIM LEH! YOU KNOW EVEN THE PRESIDENT ALSO NEVER GET SERVED BY HIM, BUT I GOT LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Okay, enough. Then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! We gave LD her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it! Because, I… also dunno what’s in it. Oops. :x Haha! I only know is perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywayyyyyyy, we had to go at around 9. LD had to go collect cake, then we all went home. That’s about it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Election, I heard, was fun fun fun fun. That was on Sat, though. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now let’s move on to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened here, except at night. Suddenly Mok spiraled downwards very fast, I also dunno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it’s comforting to see when she just tweet right, then all of us like, go fight war like that.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a tight bond we have, sometimes I really wonder how we got so close in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo girl! Don’t get so emo, yeah! Life got up and down, left and right. So don’t stress yourself out, yes! You know we’d always be here if you need us! Any time, any day. We’re just a phone call away! ;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t think so much about him already, don’t make him affect you! He’s a thing of the past, and he’s a freaking 2-boater! Not worth forgiving, imho. Time to move on, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can do it. Complete faith, 100%. Call me, beep me, if you need meh! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo dude, no point getting all losing sleep after her man. You need to be in your tiptop shape! At least you showed abit more now and cared for her, at least that’s a good start! Care for health more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s about it. I hope she can tide over this period. I know its tough. ):. Gogo, you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Okay, I’m getting sleepy and woozy. Wooah oh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 10th, I planned with LD to go meet her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a special day for –coughldcough- Thanks for wasting my 9 hours just to get something done so quickly! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ah, close to 3 years already, still on your white horse, it’s too late to save him now! Although, I know he’s the reason for the teardrops on your guitar. Or piano. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk also don’t want talk to him! When are you going to start treating him normally, my dear friend! Haiyoooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we went to surprise Hanz! It was so funny, actually. On the way there, and when we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first called Aloy, to see where was the VSC studio, he tell us Level 4, so we circled it 3 times, then call him again, then he tell us at the Darkroom there, I orh, but I don’t think she’s inside?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I called her, and HENG AH, she was at the bridge liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that she was at level 6, and not at level 4. So luckily we called. Can you imagine if she went on the bus already, and we were still fruitlessly finding for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got together, buay tahan I tell you. Talk to her, and then she talking to me. I think LD also got 6 pack already. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Cliff on the bus as well. Ate Fried Fish Soup with Rice, not too bad. LD added one piece of chilli inside my sauce after she squeezed the oil out from the chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I can eat chilli, but not fresh ones! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it became hot. Luckily only one. Haha! I t was nice overall. Yummy dinrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, go take MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next time hor, pain must tell us lah! You mai siao one leh, everything also qian jiu wo men, at the expense of your own body. Tsk. I know you Sign of the Ox, stubborn and tough, but no need to always be one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I’ll end soon. Wow, took me 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it’s hard blogging in the office, need to look out for so many things, and keep getting distracted. Like, hello, I’m doing my work okay! Stop looking over here! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m doing my work. What. Why you laugh. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have like, 1940 words now. I want to make it 2000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m just dragging time… And words… Did I forget anything? I guess not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I’m ending here! Sorry I stopped halfway before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wow, this is a really long post! I think I DID forget to write something, but, oh wells, I’ll post another when I rememeber! Haha! YAY! 2000 words! :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-1678655570024534481?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/1678655570024534481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=1678655570024534481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/1678655570024534481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/1678655570024534481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/tbc.html' title='TBC'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6693968440665486996</id><published>2011-05-06T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T21:45:45.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 6th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 6th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired. Like, seriously. I don’t know why. These few days. Just, exhausted, and want a rest, yet when I get the chance to, somehow, I don’t really treasure the chance, and I go about my own ways again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both physically and emotionally, I guess? All these stuff is building on to me. I can’t believe in this week alone, I can say it with great assurance that, I slept for 70% of the time. Like, the page didn’t move for like, 5 minutes or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know its around there, because when I black out, and come back “to life”, its another song already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to gauge how long I blacked out for, I basically just press the “back” button on my player, and see when was the last song that was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, it’s like, less than a minute, like 40 secs or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I think I really outdone myself. I had like, 5 songs that were inbetween my last heard song, and the current one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s like, a whole 15 minutes. And well, not that anyone cares anyways in my office. Haha! Although today was a bad day. Like, C.K. came and talk to me twice, when I was like, 50% konk-ed out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn awkward, I tell you. But, I think he understands also lah. I hope. :x. Like Mr. Ho T S! He actually told me he doesn’t really care if I slept or what; he even thought me how to evade evade abit. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I had to specify which Ho, because in my office, there’s two Mr. Ho, so ya. Its kinda hard if I just said, “Mr. Ho”. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and C.K. is actually Chee Keong, that’s his name! Surname Lim. I almost thought is Lee sia. Cua tio max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I only remembered to reveal this when there’s only 3 weeks left, when I actually wanted to blog about this like, ever since I entered my attachment. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells. At the point in writing this, I’m actually listening to “Kotaro Oshio”, freaking amazing guy. You should go listen to him if you aren’t yet. Its kinda why I’m still amazed at what a guitar can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s people like him who convinces me to continue on my “Acoustic”-side of journey. Because if you don’t know me yet, I’m a fingerstylist by far, and I like the classical guitar more because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it’s easier to press and play on the classical, and my acoustic is kinda hard to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay, it’s VERY HARD to play. But seeing people like him playing it without ease, just makes me want to tell myself, like, “Hey, dude, he’s playing it flawlessly, so you can too!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I’d abandon my Classical again. Garrwarwr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’ve successfully diverted from the first point on why I actually wrote this post. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ending here. Might go guitar soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sigh. I’m tired. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6693968440665486996?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6693968440665486996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6693968440665486996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6693968440665486996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6693968440665486996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6114232209333567116</id><published>2011-05-06T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:46:51.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom in teh offaice / Angels.</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 5th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 5th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its 5.48pm now, so I’m kinda like, going off work soon. Anyways, I’m writing this so I can just past my time until work ends. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s a very bad day. I slept for 70% of the time. Okay, “dozed off” 70% of the time, and well, no one really cared. Neither did I. Haha! Kinda sad. Really nothing to do in the office. Grawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, so I’m blogging! Just to let you guys know what’s up and stuff. I dunno what to write already. Yay. I wasted 2 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har har, very funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, people, if you all are reading, please give me suggestions on what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, wait, nevermind. Haha! I’ll just end here then. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Arrrr, what’s up with this. Come on! I’m going to find something productive to do tomorrow! I WILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I’m home, I’m going to write somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, good job to all the NYPGC people that performed today! Although I didn’t really get to see it, but I know, in my heart, that you all gave your best shot at it! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the number of sign-ups this year, I bet it was a heck of a time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going back as an Year 3, really, erm, I don’t know. The feeling is so much different. Like, I just go there, to play, without any worries or whatsoever. No need to clean up, and its nothing of my business anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, there’s a sense of, erm, like losing something when I went back? Like, something’s missing, and I don’t know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m different than let’s say, Jarel or Fiz, because well, I’m not that “into” guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I still play it and all. But, like, I only play it at home, and stuff. I don’t show my skills, in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not showing off, just like, playing together. I guess I’m not into that stuff, I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I sound like a loner now. Haha. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’m still trying to improve myself. I think I need to step up, because everyone else is already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I have no more shoes to jog, so I guess I’m going to chiong while I can, then when my shoes come back to me from Fiz, then I’ll go back to getting in shape. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s that, I guess. NYPGC has/is going to change, and I can feel it. And since you can’t really get any worser than us, so that means its going to change for the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I met my BF, CL today! She joined soundcard! Wow! That’s some amazing stuff! Support! 100%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, to end it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is not for you to give, my dear. Haha. It’s a title earned, and given to you by others, its not for you to choose who’s the next in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might even be totally unexpected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I don’t see your prospected choice as the next one in line. I mean, because she’s doing it for all the wrong reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, we do it to help, she’s doing it to be popular, like, I don’t know. Maybe in the future she might be? But as for now, I don’t see her anywhere close. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, because there’s only 2 people that has earned my trust, and they’re currently both my BFs, if you get what I mean. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the definition of being an “angel” is a title conferred by the masses, and not self-elected. We’re a democratic nation, not a communist country, we do things by voting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting forced is another matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY, I really hope you don’t let that thinking sink too deep into you, yeah? It’s a nice, comfy place to be at, but that’s what’s dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like smoking. Some people go once, and don’t like it; Some people go once, and they are addicted to it; And some people go once, and well, they just go there recurring-ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you won’t disappear! I’ll see to that personally, okay. If there’s anyone to disappear first, it’ll be me, and no, you don’t have to fight with me for a position. It’s my di pan, you go away. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solutions are also that numerous, but I hope you have chosen the right one. You know once you’ve chosen, I’ll support you, 100%. OR well, maybe just 70%, depends on situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s all I wanted to say. I know you’re a bull, but I’m a bull too. So I hope you trust your fellow bull-friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope it’s open, and not closed. For both issues that we’ve talked about. I think you know what I’m sayin’~ ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6114232209333567116?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6114232209333567116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6114232209333567116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6114232209333567116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6114232209333567116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/angels.html' title='Boredom in teh offaice / Angels.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-2813286024957559615</id><published>2011-05-05T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T01:25:54.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! I don't know what to write here! D:!</title><content type='html'>Date written: 5th May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 2nd – 5th?? May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m updating, because someone want me update (see, I also very good one hor! Haha!), so I guess, I’ll do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days haven’t been much of a week, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even last week also. Same thing. Maybe because its of the public holidays. Feels like I’m working, by not working? HAha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, just keep listening to songs. Today, I went to find lyrics of various foreign language songs, and I realized that alot of them actually held loads of meaning, and its not that I didn’t see them before, but it’s more applicable to the situation now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I’m finally coming a circle. This is getting all too familiar now. Haha! Let’s hope it would successfully make that round, and come back again. This period is such a... sensitive period, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won’t use the word “emotional”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay, I gave up. I guess its very sentimental now, at this phase. The recovery stage. Everyone’s getting ready for their own personal wars; their own personal demons/obstacles to face now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done all that I could to get them prepped up, I think. Fate is now in their own hands, and as for me, I’d start to fade away again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come June, I’d really be faded away already, considering the fact that I’m going to Suzhou, and when I come back on the 1st of July (Yay, 3 cheers for the red, white and blue!), I doubt I’d be in the loop of anything anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gogo, for those whom are reading this, I think you know what I’m talking about. I don’t think I have to say it out, but it looks like after this month, everything would be back to normal, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more special days to meet, no more deadlines to rush for. And these are personal deadlines, not academic or whatwhat. So, at least, from now till then, I’d be at your service at any time of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but only while it lasts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now I’m stuck with nothing to write, I’m just going to do this, because I know you guys always check back frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is always happening, that’s why life’s so exciting! But don’t feel you’ve changed for the worst, and then feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace your new self! Its rare for one to change and to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yours is just a normal cycle. You can only be an entertainer to others for so long. Sometimes, you just need some “alone” time, and it’s nothing wrong about that! Trust me, I know. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that you don’t owe your life, nor time, to anyone in this world! So its understandable if you don’t wanna talk! No worries, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention-seeking for the guy, makes a wrong go with a right. So its a neutral decision! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, learn the cherish your opportunities man. Stop crying over split milk! When a chance comes across, take it! Don’t wait, and contemplate! The more you contemplate, the more time you waste, the more time you waste, the more opportunities is wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to see INSIDE of you man, not the OUTSIDE. IF you’re going to spend all your time cultivating a good body, yet not trying to charm her in any way, you’re going to lose out in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s not shallow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what to do. The date is coming soon. Decision time is approaching. You want time to pass faster? Now it’s passing faster, and very fast. You can do your own countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feelings come,&lt;br /&gt;feelings go.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on,&lt;br /&gt;Yet nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A harmless sand pit,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the playground.&lt;br /&gt;Has never ever,&lt;br /&gt;Sounded so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinking in the depths,&lt;br /&gt;Once entered.&lt;br /&gt;But resurfacing back up,&lt;br /&gt;Never heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down and up,&lt;br /&gt;Two opposing directions.&lt;br /&gt;But yet both, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Are decided by our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging our feet,&lt;br /&gt;Heading against the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Leading by example,&lt;br /&gt;Without fear of eternal torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A path is walked,&lt;br /&gt;A choice chosen.&lt;br /&gt;Heading on,&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices are just part and parcel,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a knife and a shovel.&lt;br /&gt;Pain of two kinds,&lt;br /&gt;Yet which one do I apply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hybrid of number one and number two,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if any of you knew,&lt;br /&gt;What would happen,&lt;br /&gt;If the feelings ever grew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter,&lt;br /&gt;Trivialities should be left aside.&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate,&lt;br /&gt;On the bigger escapades that reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look back,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look front.&lt;br /&gt;Just look down,&lt;br /&gt;And move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed opportunities,&lt;br /&gt;Are failures made.&lt;br /&gt;Yet none of them,&lt;br /&gt;Has ever reappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its right,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time.&lt;br /&gt;A man can only,&lt;br /&gt;Exist for such times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to an end,&lt;br /&gt;I’d just say this:&lt;br /&gt;“Interpret this,&lt;br /&gt;As you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you’d never know,&lt;br /&gt;What I mean,&lt;br /&gt;Unless you’ve gone through,&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve seen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the life I lead. :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Bwahaha. A secret well hidden, is a secret worth finding. I hope you can get it! :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-2813286024957559615?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/2813286024957559615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=2813286024957559615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2813286024957559615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2813286024957559615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/update.html' title='Wow! I don&apos;t know what to write here! D:!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-8737803633382688105</id><published>2011-05-01T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T03:37:57.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust.</title><content type='html'>Date created: 1st May 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 1st May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, the pleasure of having friends. This is why sometimes, I think, I have a really blessed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there’re complaints here and there, but then again, its not really much compared to others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m able to have a house, food, water, clothing, everything that your physical needs would ever request for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also, I’m able to satisfy my emotional side, with friends, family, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although today/yesterday wasn’t exactly the best day in my life, but towards the end, I’ve gained something else, in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, my best female friend in the world. For being there for me when I needed someone besides myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay awake, even though you only had 4 hours of sleep after 2 consecutive tiring days yourself, you still did anyways to listen/read my ramblings on and on, even though you didn’t even understand ¾ of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I’m truly grateful to have known someone like you in my life. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my treasure chest has been opened, and now it’s being shared to someone else. I hope you keep it a secret as well, but then again, its your choice on how you’d use it, and I’ve absolute faith in your decision, if you ever had to make one. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It looks like now, although a burden has been lifted off, a new one is added back. But the joy in it, is that there’s something new for me now! I’ve said what I’ve kept a secret for years, but then again, there’s always a part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’d share with me some of your stuff some day. You know I’d always have time to spare! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I also give out the same vibe when I listen to stories of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I actually helping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. But all I know is, someone has helped me today, and that person, in return, holds something that only I would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you very much once again! I’m glad I have friends like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I actually stuck-ed at this point for a whole minute. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I hope my trust is in the right person! ^_^~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-8737803633382688105?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/8737803633382688105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=8737803633382688105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8737803633382688105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8737803633382688105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/05/trust.html' title='Trust.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6135666533922868422</id><published>2011-04-28T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T01:11:06.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old times~</title><content type='html'>Date happened: ?? April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 28th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Rice, oh J Rice. Your song is... Killing me from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hssssssstttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going to hit another low soon. Almost happened today, so I won’t be surprised if it came any time soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don’t even know why this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I lied, I do, but, yeah, just take it as I don’t. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, the past is coming back again. But I guess, there’s its pros and cons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to find back my “old friends”, but then again, these “old friends” aren’t really helping me to advance anymore, they just... I’uno, there for the sake of being there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it’s not like I’d love to use them again, but sigh, I guess this are the “cards” that I’m dealt with, so I just have to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, such a life I live. So interesting. It’s like riding a very slow rollercoaster, slow ups, slow downs, but the peak-2-peak is such a difference. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if you see it in the oscilloscope, it’ll not be readable, no matter how small you put the difference to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the frequency very high, so the wave up down very fast one. Cannot see inbetween. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaaaaaaaymn, I’m actually using my Electronics stuff here. This is some crazed up, er, thing man. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I think I shall revert back to my old self soon. So, bye people. Haha! Enjoy me while I still last in this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even know when I’d change~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Humdedum, haha! Woohoo, I guess, it’s that period again, another end of a institution~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late now, thoughts not sorted. So sorry it’s so short~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6135666533922868422?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6135666533922868422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6135666533922868422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6135666533922868422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6135666533922868422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/old-times.html' title='Old times~'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7218120191361114040</id><published>2011-04-27T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T01:10:08.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>Argh. What's this. My past is catching up with me. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn these feelings. Go away. |: :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7218120191361114040?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7218120191361114040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7218120191361114040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7218120191361114040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7218120191361114040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6591806069363074215</id><published>2011-04-26T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:49:48.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shlim Dawrn!</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 20th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 26th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 26th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighto, so I think this would be my last one, before I get to work. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, I was working okay, just that, I really dunno what I’m doing now, except to stare at the screen, and see my vision grow blur, and then just to be awaken without knowing what I was doing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyway, I just wanna say, I failed to hit 13min for 2.4km! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I’m 13.5mins, walked for the last 3 rounds. Mission failed, and thus I have received my punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I hope this isn’t a sign of and ol’friend returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he’s coming back, then I’m afraid it doesn’t bode well. I hope I can contain him enough. Grawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyway, I’ve been going jogging these few days. My aim is to hit at least 72kg by 12th May 2012, best is 68kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can convert muscle into weight also, so I don’t mind 72, since 72 is a nice number. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. And I’m doing this without a diet also, so please don’t say like, “You don’t eat then run lah!” or of the like, because I’m not going to. That’s why I only aim like, 8-10kg, and I take a year to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I was kidding about the heartbreak thing. I wasn’t serious about it. So don’t go breaking my heart okay, for those who are reading this right now. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think I can get to like, 12.5 min soon. Just gotta push! At least I know where my mistake lies now! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve just made WX, Boon and AhPui my ou xiangs. Now I have 3 idols! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious, their weight loss and determination is like, pewwwwwwww, damn power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, maybe it’s their way of “fa xie”ing what’s going on now, but hey, if it works, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this month is such a turbulent month. Ah, April, why are you so. But nehmind, sou le jiu hao. Haha! So people, now you know that April is a very turbulent month, you better mai siao siao ah! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightos, I dunno what else to write. I’m getting sleepy as time passes. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. So I’ve said my goal already. 12th May 2012. And yes, I’m doing it for a female. Bwahahaha! I think she know who she is. xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I love suspense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6591806069363074215?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6591806069363074215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6591806069363074215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6591806069363074215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6591806069363074215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/shlim-dawrn.html' title='Shlim Dawrn!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-8823816734796936017</id><published>2011-04-26T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:48:12.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday BBQ!</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 20th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 26th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 26th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this one would be about Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, 23rd April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so on 23rd April, a bunch of us gathered to BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was supposed to be a class one, but then again, the whole class didn’t attend, so yeah, its juat a bunch of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like, 10 of us. And the 10 are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Josh, Diana, WJ, XY, Li Hua, QY, Sunshine, Swee Han, Yulyta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, also got Josh’s GF, but then again, she also never participate in the BBQ. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we booked the pit at XY’s house there, at Bishan, but then the pit was infested with ants, because the previous group didn’t even clean the pit, then they left a finished Chicken Drumstick and a Prawn there, so ANTS ATTACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite scary actually. I think WJ still has the photos of them. So, yeah, she can keep it as memento of that day. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, both pits were the same, Josh went to complain to both the Town Council, and also to the person who rented the pit back to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the aunty also gave us back extra $10. Woohoo! Although it’s not her fault. I hope she can claim back that money. Also not her fault. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, luckily, Sunshine has pits free! So we decided to go there instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a lot of people were very sian already, including me, so yeah. But we still went anyway! Positive thinking! Sure a lot of fun one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we on the way there, XY, Yulta and WJ stayed behind to wait for QY, then the rest of us went first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we reached, Josh actually lives near Sunshine’s house now, so it was quite shocking, in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also, when we reached there, he say he only help us start fire, then he go off to another outing, then okay bah, at least he stayed with us till a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw Ms. Seah, at Bishan NTUC, but then she had to go off for something else, then okay loh, haha, oh wells. Rick also couldn’t make. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we started to BBQ soon, but there were like, a lot of problems because we had this container thing, and we put charcoal on top of it, but there’s holes, so the fire starter keep dropping through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as usual, the master fire-maker managed to find a way to stack the charcoal, and the fire-starter stacked on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s Josh for you. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I think his GF was angry at him, then when he was going off, he said she was angry was because he could go home and bathe to get the BBQ smell off him, but she can’t. So yeah, she was sitting far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he left after eating some of the stuff, so he didn’t leave so early! Then BBQ start, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine really liked to cook, I dunno why. Diana also. WJ also. First time I see so many chefs. Hahaha! Normally we’d have a hard time finding chefs, or the chefs all jian fei, never eat one, so cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after cooking, we went to play Murderer! Quite fun, actually. Well, I was just being noisy, as usual. Hey, how’s murderer fun if everyone play like, miming like that?! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, it was a good day either way. I mean, although the BBQ turnout wasn’t as expected, but still, we had some fun! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it didn’t rain, and we really enjoyed the day, just coming together again. Li Hua also came! Didn’t see her since like, forever. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I also learnt what’s Bus 11 on that day. It means their legs. Make me walk halfway meet them, just for them to tell me that they were kidding about taking bus, but it’s their legs. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Li Hua, WJ and Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks Diana for the book! I read it finish already, quite funny leh! Well, that is if you know abit about the Singapore politics seen, and stuff. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for you letter! I’ll keep it with me as long as I live. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightos, that’s about it. Yes, I did this at work as well! Woohoo! I’m on a roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Work is so much fun now. Hahaha! :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-8823816734796936017?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/8823816734796936017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=8823816734796936017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8823816734796936017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8823816734796936017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturday-bbq.html' title='Saturday BBQ!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-5124000163708688005</id><published>2011-04-26T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:47:50.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise B'dAY!</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 20th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 26th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 26th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Ey everyone! What’s up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to talk about my b’day surprise! It was totally unexpected, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it’s kinda amazing they actually came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 19 years of living so far, this is like, the 2nd time where I’m celebrating with a bunch of people besides my family? So, I think it’s quite special, coupled with the fact that it’s my last “free” b’day, because the next one would most probably when I’m in NS already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I come out, most likely I’d be flying off to Aus for further studies, and then baibai to all already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… Yeah, it’s so damn special to me this b’day. Although I know, and can see like you all were very tired already, except Sherman, so before I continue, let me thank everyone first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to these people, not in order whatsoever:&lt;br /&gt;Junwen&lt;br /&gt;Sherman&lt;br /&gt;Boon&lt;br /&gt;Wei Xin&lt;br /&gt;Wen Jing&lt;br /&gt;Swee Han&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;MISS LEDI DIANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re so freaking awesome, you know that. Like, seriously. Its because of you, a surprise, became not a surprise, then you managed to convince me that you guys aren’t coming again, then you all came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girl. And I can’t believe you still kept that postcard with my address on it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, daaaaaaaamn, I was practically, like, I didn’t even know what to feel at the moment of time. Haha! I was so mixed up and stuff, that I just could only stone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Sherman was talking, so at least, I was talking to him, although we were the only ones talking. Haha! The rest all worried about something else, but I don’t blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I was worried about my own stuff as well, like they came around 9? And tomorrow still had attachment, and it was a surprise, so I mean, like, very sudden and everything. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was soooooo, I dunno. Like, I think it’s like, happiness mixed with surprise, mixed with a sense of gladness or something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how to describe also. Haha! Sorry I didn’t cry, but I was sincerely, very touched from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put things into perspective, the fact that I haven’t celebrate my b’day since… P2? Where I had friends over to the old Semi-D at Thomson, that was the last time I had people celebrating my b’day besides my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was… 8 then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, after 10 years, I had my 2nd one. Haha! 10 really looks like a good number now! And I’m actually celebrating it with my Secondary School friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the feeling is serious, extraordinary. Much less coming from them! Haha! They came all the way from TPY, and somemore after intense exercise! Like, woohoo! This is some madness stuff! Honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t thank you guys enough for coming, like, honestly. I know I wasn’t exactly the best host in the world at that point of time, but still, you all are still amazing to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s anything that I can help out with, just tell me! I’ll be more than happy to do what I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sometimes, its stuff like that, that really hits me back and say, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I didn’t get any presents today besides my dad (wallet) and Jarel (shirt), I’m absolutely sure, that you guys/girls’ visit is the best present that I can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m running out of words to say. Haha! Daaaaaamn, its not, like, describable in words anymore. Haha! Like, I was truly feeling VERY, VERY blessed at that moment, that I had friends like that. Somemore, they found their way here on their own, just for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently very stunned. Haha. Like, ohh my gaush. When they came, I was so flustered that I couldn’t even open the lock to my gate. That’s how “jing zhang” I was. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy- It’s a b’day to remember man. I’ll forever keep this in my mind. I want the photos for it as well, because it might be my last one in SG, and what better than to spend it with some of the most unexpected people in my life? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah… I think I shall stop soon. I really don’t know how to express my feelings right now. Like, just by recalling it, it’s kind of crazy already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unexpected. So, so unexpected. Who knew a bunch of heartbroken people, would manage to make another’s heart happy? Haha, it’s so… fascinating, in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, although I’m happy for all of these and stuff, but then again, this is what I’m going to miss the moment I leave here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends. Good company. Thoughtful people. Crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sigh. Its all coming back down on me again. Damn. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwells, such is the decision in life. If some of my closest people can do it, so can I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I hope. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you’re wondering, yes, I’m typing this at work. So that’s why it might not be like, very refined or what, because I can’t really think well at work. So… Yeah. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give another big thank you to those that surprised me, and a very special one to the mastermind, Le Di!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you need help find me okay! I assure you I’d do my very best in helping out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stay happy! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I only wrote 942 words for this. I’m sad now. Failed to reach 1000 on my most special day. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you guys also had fun. Because I know I did. I really laughed and laughed, and it’s a long time since I laughed like that already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, from the bottom of my heart, really, thank you! I’m sincerely touched. I was really stunned at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also close to drop tears of joy, actually, but, I didn’t, although some DID leak at the end when Sherman really make me drop on the floor laughing. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, thanks you people for coming. I dunno how to show my appreciation also, besides this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is actually dedicated to the 7 of you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, 1050 words! :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-5124000163708688005?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/5124000163708688005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=5124000163708688005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5124000163708688005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5124000163708688005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/surprise-bday.html' title='Surprise B&apos;dAY!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-3554077502552123303</id><published>2011-04-24T04:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:51:53.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I hope I thought this through enough, and did the right thing. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You can choose to show it, you can choose to keep it, but as for me, I am a strict follower of my rules, if you get what I mean~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-3554077502552123303?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/3554077502552123303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=3554077502552123303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3554077502552123303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3554077502552123303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/heartfelt-thoughts.html' title='Heartfelt thoughts.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7431100357702519368</id><published>2011-04-20T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T01:38:54.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAAAAPPPYYY B'day! 19th!</title><content type='html'>Yay! My b'day! Happy b'day blogyo! I can't believe I almost forget to wish you! Mah bad! Expanding this soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7431100357702519368?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7431100357702519368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7431100357702519368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7431100357702519368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7431100357702519368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/haaaapppyyy-bday-19th.html' title='HAAAAPPPYYY B&apos;day! 19th!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7832199396975579878</id><published>2011-04-16T03:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T03:48:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>Date created: 16th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 16th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 6 done! Although, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, considering I have like, only 12 weeks, and I have to present on the 1st Monday of the 12th week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohnoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanna blog about today! Or yesterday! Awesome time at Junwen’s place, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous time was also some amazing stuff. I mean, just that bunch of people really never makes me fail to laugh and smile. As if I left all my cares behind, and its actually okay to go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I think it’s more apt to describe it as: Go crazy, or go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The random singing sessions that they had, the crazy antics they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, although I’m not even a part of it, but still, it was a marvellous sight to behold, in a sense. Just being there, laughing at their actions, their carefree attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sight I’ve not seen for ages. Stuck in my company, I hardly meet them, or we hardly even meet up any more. So in a sense, this BBQ was actually quite an awesome event planned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks planners! I dunno who though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another thing about them is that, all of them are going through a heartbreak, in one form or another. And it’s not a simple thing that just comes and goes easily in a day. It takes years just to start to heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the point of my post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, one more broken heart joined the fray, and although only 2 people knows it, it still didn’t stop him from being all emo and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then another one, though its already broken, but I bet the news today didn’t really make her over the moon. Although she had a very fruitful evening, I bet, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But hey, there’s a Chinese saying for this, which is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shui xia di yu, bu yu wo qu?” Or something. It mainly means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who’d descend into Hell, if not for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it’s kinda depressing, I guess, to see friends in states like this. Although, you would know that it was brought upon themselves, by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is even worse all the more, knowing that you can do nothing to help them with their pain, because only one could solve one’s problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;External factors can only help to a certain point. Like, 2%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone giving his all for an uncertain future.&lt;br /&gt;Someone giving his all for a turbulent past.&lt;br /&gt;Someone giving her all, to not give her all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sometimes it’s almost close to unfair, that these people that give their all, don’t get any, whereas those that hardly gives their all gets everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although 1 of them is giving his all, the other two is what worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re good lovers. The love with their heart, not with their eyes, and its very innocent and pure, which is very awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of a past event, they stopped loving. They become afraid to, and thus, they don’t, which is a very sad thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is awesome to receive, and to give. You shouldn’t let a past event affect you that much! To the male, you have done it once, so I’m sure you can do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the female, it has already been 2 years, even he has moved on, shouldn’t you start to as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 3rd guy, you’ve done enough for her, and it’s not the right time yet. Stars would align one day, and your dream girl would chance upon you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love whilst you still can, and love deep. Sometimes, I’m so envious of these people to a certain degree. Being able to go into love, knowing that they have a chance to spend eternity with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha...hahaha...haha...Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t anymore, because the side-effect of loving deeply came into play. They’ve fallen too deep to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess all I can do is just to help out in ways that I can from my point of view, and from where I’m standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d never experience the heartbreak, nor the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I’d never experience the indecisiveness, nor confusion.&lt;br /&gt;I’d never experience the longing, nor the difficulty in letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope, you friends-of-mine would savour this experience, whilst you can, and without taking too much damage, and learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, hopefully, you all get the ending you’d want in the end. I’d be waiting! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;Winds blow,&lt;br /&gt;Tides change.&lt;br /&gt;So nothing ever,&lt;br /&gt;Stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all in your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Its all in your head.&lt;br /&gt;So change what you’ve said,&lt;br /&gt;And look ahead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting into someone’s shoes has never been so difficult before. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't give a fake smile. Wei shen me ni hai yao yong wei xiao lai dai guo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You people know who you are. ^_^~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7832199396975579878?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7832199396975579878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7832199396975579878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7832199396975579878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7832199396975579878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-1362125890824137211</id><published>2011-04-11T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:10:05.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future.</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 11th April 2011 &lt;br /&gt;Date created: 11th April 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want to do before I leave SG already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a book! With the title of, “Nothing Left Unsaid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, a diary kind. Maybe I’ll take my Christmas gift of 2010 to do it. Its an amazing piece of work, with the amazing cover and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s how I’ll use it! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think too many people are keeping too much within themselves already, which then turns into self-inflicted pain/torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the new trend that’s coming up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can complete this, at the very least before something unfortunate happens, or while I’m still around. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been having feelings, and thoughts, that I think my life would end like Michael Jackson-ish, but hopefully not. I don't wanna die an unnatural death! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just a short post. To remind myself of the least I have to do before I leave this wonderful place for the past 22 years, that time, that is. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, que sera sera, the future’s not for us to see~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. How do you favourite a post...? D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Blogging has never been so cool. doing in on my phone, oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was more about the himandher case. my stand, although is neutral, but more biased towards B, because X never really gave her stand and her side of the story. so.... I don't know. its so confusgin. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-1362125890824137211?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/1362125890824137211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=1362125890824137211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/1362125890824137211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/1362125890824137211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/future.html' title='Future.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7128346185542456608</id><published>2011-04-10T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:24:07.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles.</title><content type='html'>Date happened:  10th April 2011 &lt;br /&gt;Date created: 10th April 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, such a whirlwind of events that happened during a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a feeling I’ve never felt before, I wonder why. It has been gone for a certain time, but now it’s back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can say, I truly know how some people feel when natural disasters strike their homes and stuff, and sometimes I wonder how did they even get past them like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Earth around you shake and crumble before your eyes, yet you’re still there, stagnant and staying the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of, heart-wrenching, in that sense. Like, you know something’s wrong, yet you can’t help. Seeing them wallowing in misery and defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like watching them getting tortured in front of your eyes, but you can only watch as they get torn into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the perpetrator is themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes its really painful to know that these close friends of yours, whom have helped in the past, are now in a very saddened state, and all you can do is just stand around, because the only solution is themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those whom you know I’m talking about, you know who you are. I don’t want to name names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If any of you ever need me, I’d be here, for now. Just drop me a call or text! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can count on me&lt;br /&gt;Like 1 2 3&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;And I know when I need it &lt;br /&gt;I can count on you&lt;br /&gt;Like 4 3 2&lt;br /&gt;And you’d be there&lt;br /&gt;Because that’s what friend’s s’pose to do&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;–Bruno Mars’ “Count On Me”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7128346185542456608?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7128346185542456608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7128346185542456608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7128346185542456608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7128346185542456608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/date-happened-10th-april-2011-date.html' title='Troubles.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-3854410148072505225</id><published>2011-04-10T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:00:32.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem.</title><content type='html'>Date created: 10th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 10th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello everyone! I’m blogging again! And this time, it’s something special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve found my poetic self, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Something I’ve lost for too long, I’ve seen.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, its nothing to be rejoiced,&lt;br /&gt;For all my friends, are left without a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see,&lt;br /&gt;That they want to speak.&lt;br /&gt;But they are yet afraid, &lt;br /&gt;Of what’s to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To behold something,&lt;br /&gt;so special and true.&lt;br /&gt;Yet is something,&lt;br /&gt;They really just can’t do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen highs and lows,&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;Yet neither one,&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found to be exciting?&lt;br /&gt;Found to be deceiving!&lt;br /&gt;Found to be everything else,&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve yet to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not that I’m asking,&lt;br /&gt;Or that I’m pleading.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just sayin’,&lt;br /&gt;What I’m feelin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s just me.&lt;br /&gt;I always find what I need,&lt;br /&gt;When others are in defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like playing off misery,&lt;br /&gt;Except it’s not me.&lt;br /&gt;I just stand and see,&lt;br /&gt;What’s happening, and dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, &lt;br /&gt;I think I’d stop.&lt;br /&gt;Like my sentences,&lt;br /&gt;They’re short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you interpret it,&lt;br /&gt;As much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;For this holds no meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Or what is truly there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll end this here,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said enough.&lt;br /&gt;My poetic self,&lt;br /&gt;Has done its stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I hope it comes again,&lt;br /&gt;As it’s quite a rare sight.&lt;br /&gt;To be seeing myself,&lt;br /&gt;In such a plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhyming without a soul.&lt;br /&gt;Rhyming without a rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;Connecting words like they,&lt;br /&gt;Just came out of a fan-fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so long to you,&lt;br /&gt;My good friend.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve accompanied me,&lt;br /&gt;Till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I wish you would,&lt;br /&gt;Step back and see.&lt;br /&gt;What you have just,&lt;br /&gt;Went to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a short post, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope this might make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;For you see there’s so many fishes in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;But it looks so empty without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A honourable mention on my blog for the first person to tell me where the last two lines came from! :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-3854410148072505225?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/3854410148072505225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=3854410148072505225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3854410148072505225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3854410148072505225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/poem.html' title='Poem.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-8018530405621574890</id><published>2011-04-08T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:13:21.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger.</title><content type='html'>Date created: 8th April 2011 &lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 8th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s wrong with me these few days. OR rather, just these 2 days alone. Ever since that news came up, I don’t even know what’s happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it work? The immense mental stress that was placed upon me? Coupled with the fact of recent events that made such a travesty in such a place, or rather, a human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post is actually dedicated to the 2 that was with me today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that know, good enough, don’t ask. Mission failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don’t, good enough as well, don’t ask as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the two that were with me, I’m seriously, from every inch of me, VERY VERY SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what got over me during that time. I guess work played a part, and you wouldn’t want to be in my shoes and go through such “training”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rather, I guess it was also partially me. I just wanted to put it out to you two that I didn’t really want to go, and I’ve already made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you should know I place friends quite highly, so please don’t lie to me, or try to trick me into staying, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once is enough; Got bitten once, twice shy, so yes, I withdrew before I blow things out of proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m wrong here, please tell me, but what I’m guessing, is you were hoping for the other 2 to come back, so I had no reason to leave, thus successfully fooling me and getting me to stay, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds harsh, I know, but I don’t know how to put it in another way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired, I’m drained, I don’t know. I just want to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping late, waking up early for a job that drains you mentally, which then becomes physical damage as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the week, the last thing you would want is to have everyone playing you out, treating you like a simple toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had about, close to enough already. IF you want to tell me, you tell me; if you don’t, you don’t. You don’t have to explain because you’re not compelled to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose your own decisions, and I respect them. Similarly, I hope that when I choose my decisions, you respect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF course, you can try to persuade me and stuff. But when I cross that boundary of making that decision, please try to respect that, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you two meant well by asking me to go. But at that moment, I had no energy already. I was seriously drained out, and I couldn’t go on anymore. IF it happened and passed, good. If not, then it means it wasn’t fated to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was overboard about abandoning you two there. I’m seriously sorry about that. But I couldn’t wait anymore, as if I continued to wait, they’ll arrive, and there goes my plan on returning home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I forgot to add that, sorry for being so fierce as well. Its a side that I really didn’t want any of you to see, although I think the male has seen it quite a number of times before, so, yeah. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to contrary belief, I roughly knew how to talk to Boon already, if he was at home. But I guess, if he’s in a state of mind to go out, and get out of the house, accompaniment isn’t really what’s required for him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extent, SH was right to that point. In that he now needs to sort his thoughts alone now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s one of the reasons why I was so adamant in going to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he was able to call people out, and he needed our help, he’d have called us. He wouldn’t have lied, neither would Mr. S. But they did, so they’re obviously hiding something from us, which we shouldn’t know about, and so, I’d respect that, and I won’t ask anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hoped you all had fun eating! And I hope I didn’t bring down the atmosphere too much. I know I already did, but, yeah. I shouldn’t have followed you all in the first place after the first failure, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take it as a punishment I had to pay for making the wrong decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost $6, but worse, I lost control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Contact me on MSN waffle giver! My mother say quite expensive ah, issit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. If you two want to ask me more about just now, I’d be on MSN, and I’d love to go more into detail. But for now, I’m currently mentally drained, so if you’re not the party involved, I’m sorry, but you have to find a third source of information. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-8018530405621574890?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/8018530405621574890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=8018530405621574890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8018530405621574890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/8018530405621574890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/anger.html' title='Anger.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-2556940824766364928</id><published>2011-04-07T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:28:20.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never know until it's gone.</title><content type='html'>Like my MSN PM now, it says: "Don't cry about what you don't have, when you didn't treasure it until it's gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more soon/later. Not in a very good mood, although that's a good blogging mood. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 8th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 7th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as most of you know, something big happened today. And no, it’s not the Tsunami, if you’re thinking about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I also dunno why I’m feeling so... Uptight about the situation now? I mean, in some sense, I’ve seen people go in and out of such things before, quite some time, but I guess it’s different if it’s someone you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, both is someone you know also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I’m more, how do you put it, focusing? Wait, I need a better synonym. Let’s try... centre of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, centre of attention. That’s what YOU would want, wouldn’t you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s not about that it eventually failed, but its more of the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like the LeBron moving, compared to like, Carmelo moving, if you even watch NBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, d00dette, you don’t go accept to be in one BEFORE you think! You accept AFTER you think?! What were you even thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re like a freaking female playa like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there’s one thing that I hate, it’s playing with emotions. Needless to say about toying with them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like shit man, this is some screwed up stuff. And I don’t mean to be harsh, okay wait, I think I will be, and I’ll just put this out there for all to see, and you can come after me if you want, I... don’t really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that, you think you very chio? You think you can charm the whole world? He gave you his whole heart, his whole soul to you, and you just took it, tossed it around, then decide to keep it for a while, then throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, as I stated above, don’t cry about nothing having or being loved next time, because you once had it, and now it’s lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’re seriously happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’d maybe thought about it first, then maybe it’s not too bad. But, not even explaining to him, and giving him such an... Excuse would work?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I’m all up for honesty and stuff, but I mean, directness can stop at a certain point right? Especially you KNOW this is some fragile stuff (Yes, I’m trying to control myself here), and you, in your right mind and everything, should know about it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a small kid knows about how fragile a heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, nevermind. Since it’s already done, then now you have to face the obstacles that lay before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with your friends in Poly, working with us, working with him. Good luck, yeah? You’d need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, it’s not going to be easy on my side, at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one thing to leave a guy, but its a whole ‘nother thing when it comes to breaking a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girl, I would have to say, you have successfully done both together. Well done! You are such a masochist and a sadist, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, though, you did at least tell him the truth, but I’m sorry, but you didn’t even bother to be tactful about it, like maybe asking a 3rd party to do it or for suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, I applaud your courage, girl. You have loads. Let’s see how that translate now into acts to maybe, perhaps, lessen the immense pain that you have inflicted, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oaky, I’m done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate relationships, and the heartbreaking and stuff. Its so freaking... error-less. Such a thin line from making the worse mistake in your life, and to make the best choice you’d never regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Such is the life we lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’m gonna end here, I guess. It’s getting late/early, and I think I’ve ranted enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, somehow, I don’t feel anymore better. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Woe is me. Let’s hope he gets over it soon. GOGO! HeroSoulRender leh. :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-2556940824766364928?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/2556940824766364928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=2556940824766364928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2556940824766364928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2556940824766364928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-know-until-its-gone.html' title='Never know until it&apos;s gone.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-2416954905339141131</id><published>2011-04-05T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:28:31.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life; About life.</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 4th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 4th April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think this is long overdue. Actually, maybe not, but I think I owe you all a blogpost! Haha! After like, 4 weeks at work, its time to let you guys and er, women? Okay, I dunno what’s the slang for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I’m not going to use gals. Like, abit the wrong ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I dunno where to start. Before starting, I had so much to say, so much in my mind, then suddenly now, dunno where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall start on work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been not too bad. I mean, it’s bearable now. I just like, go back to being dormant. You know, like, doing my own stuff, not caring about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so fun being in that situation, in that sense. Like, you’re invisible to the rest of the others, except maybe a “Zao An”, and that’s about it. OR a smile. Kinda gives you an insight on those that are in school, and they get ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s how I cross work day by day. Stoning. To those whom I have told, I just do that same everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost like wasting my life there. Honestly. 4 weeks already, and no solid plan about what my project is going to be, and what I’m going to present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail to plan, you plan to fail? Although, the one that’s failing is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s work. I’m having fun though. CAG’s “Breakout” corner is immensely fun. Table soccer is oddly addictive. And it’s free. So, me and Terran keep playing it. Woohoo! Funfunfunfun! *Looks forward to the weekend*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right! I wanna talk about Rebecca Black as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why she gets so much hate. Seriously. I mean, “Flight of the Conchords” do those types of songs all the time, and yet they don’t get that much attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is so unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you dunno who are they, go check them out on YouTube. They’re like, the best entertainers using music, as far as I know. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe besides the Rob Paravornian guy, or something like that. The guy that makes fun of Canon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to “Rebecca Black”, I don’t see why so many people hates her that much, yet you can listen to Korean music and go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“GEE GEE GEE GEE”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, that doesn’t even make sense. Not even in Korean. It only exists in games. Where you lose, and go, GEE GEEEEEEEEEEEEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s wrong with her singing about Friday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Fridays. Don’t you like Fridays too?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I like most about it, is that there’s so many other parodies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got “Saturday” by the “ScreenTeamShow”, Dashell with “Friday (Broke)”, Peter Chao with “Fly Lice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, to put into perspective the hate she gets – As seen on Peter Chao’s video – She has over ONE MILLION DISLIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s like, ¼ of the population in Singapore! That’s how crazy it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just getting 10% of those dislikes, its already like, “omgyoumustbesomeonepopular” already, and she gets the full 1 million++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- okay, I keep getting distracted. Only 500 words, and it has been an hour already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to reach 1,500 like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASDfgmfkdlgldkfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah! I’ve also been listening to Adele recently, and she’s awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, a whole another level. Like a Michael Jackson-kind of status for me. At least. Haha! I mean, I listen to her whole CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s rare to listen to a whole CD nowadays. I don’t even listen to Taylor Swift’s CDs. Just songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I just keep Chasing Pavements,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to them at work every day, to the extent of not listening to Linkin Park, just her songs, kinda nice to listen to her voice; Like a PUB singer, that kind of voice, makes a good singing voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s more, its all Acoustic instruments – Means not Autotune, no beats or stuff like that. Which suits even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... So that’s another down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Erm. OH YA! THIS ONE IMPORTANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’VE STARTED EXCERSISING AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing much, yes? Haha! Started jogging again. Very cui, but persevering on. Mr. Ye really makes a good motivator man, although, he tends to break my concentration suddenly, by motivating me when I like, focusing during the 4th round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can’t even run 6 rounds without stopping. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah! It’s getting more fun each time! Haha! I guess so? Pushing yourself to a point close to the brink is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m turning masochist. I like it when my body aches. In a sense. It feels like I’m actually doing my body a favour, and actually using it now, unlike last time, when it’s just there, without a use at all. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Boon is crazy. He runs 9km on one day, then rest a day, and the next day, he ran 27 rounds around the track. Which means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.8km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost back to back. He’s like a Bionicman on the loose. And he was like, 90kg some 6 months ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he’s lighter than me, and I’m 78! Holy-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WX also another one. Now lighter than me already, and he ran 17 rounds around the track? And he has asthma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually quite inspired by their work. I mean, like, there are those that loose fats via sickness, or scientifically like operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for them, they sweat it out! Those are like, the fruits of their labour. They really worked for it, and me and Jarel were just talking about it, and we seriously agree that they deserve what they have worked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Jarel is like, a Gold Napfa-ist, and to see him not even jogging past someone who was in TAF before, really like, puts everything into perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should see them run someday. Like, maybe I’ll take it down, or something. Haha! Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s really amazingly fast. I’d never want to achieve that man. Craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed is AQDLL for both of them~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about AQDLL, I can’t believe the rumour of 7 years is still going on. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel very bad for like, “pei he”-ing with the rumour, in some sense? And also, much respect goes to Ms L, for she has had to endure 7 years of this rumour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, 7 years is no short time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, rumours would normally hit the girls harder than the guys, as seen in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is, I don’t even know if it’s true. D:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not, from this side, but I don’t know about the other side, and its not fun toying with someone’s feelings, especially for 7 years already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why, now you know why every time I hear that rumour, I shake my head without a sound already. Kinda benefits no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you kindly know anything about this, please tell me, yeah? 3 more and it’ll make 10, and then I think it’s very unfair for her as well, to like, always be attached to my name, in that sense? Even with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, maybe she could’ve found someone in GY that could’ve suited her? I dunno, the possibilities are endless, yet there is only one consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Such is the life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I’ve been harping on this for ages, anyways. Another year, another number to add on, that’s about it! Nothing’s gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its already spreaded all over anyways. Haha! Looks like I’m never going to shake it off, which is not exactly okay for me, but much less for her, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless she doesn’t mind as well, which then is a big problem that I think should be faced soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the type to play with people, or to make people wait for me, man. Its like toying with feelings. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, besides that, I also think I’m turning into a monster. Like, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, on Sat was it? Yeah, my stomach, like, above the stomach there, was like, rolling. People would tell me it’s gastric, although I didn’t tell anyone. I perspired profusely, and I had slight diarrhoea – and all of this in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good sight to behold, nor to experience. I think anyone who’ve seen the, dunno what, Baptism or what? Would know this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, at least I know someone would destroy me if she could, right Hwee? Although she’d never see this. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so good, sometimes, to know that you have people there to support you when you fall, except those whom you expected to be there aren’t, and those that you didn’t expect would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life works like that! Expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you expected the unexpected, then the expectation becomes unexpected already, thus you can’t really expect something if you’re not expecting it, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have confused you, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that’s all about me! I think I still have alot to say, but it’s getting late/early, depends on how you see it, and I have to go back to work tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, ‘til next time! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I forget to recommend some songs by Adele! I mainly like “Daydreamer”, “Someone Like You”, “Rolling In The Deep”, “Set Fire To The Rain”, “Chasing Pavements”, “Make You Feel My Love”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing songs, kinda expresses my life now, in some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, ‘til next time! :D! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 words! Also! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-2416954905339141131?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/2416954905339141131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=2416954905339141131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2416954905339141131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2416954905339141131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-about-life.html' title='My life; About life.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-894856091047371925</id><published>2011-04-03T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T02:03:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposed to update. D:</title><content type='html'>Ohai! I'm supposed to update soon, I know it has been some time already, but, yeah, I'll update soon, don't you worry! Maybe tomorrow or something. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Lazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Cough. Grawesfdsg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-894856091047371925?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/894856091047371925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=894856091047371925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/894856091047371925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/894856091047371925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/04/supposed-to-update-d.html' title='Supposed to update. D:'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-3811981355266342472</id><published>2011-03-19T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T03:14:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNLEASH THE QESTION!</title><content type='html'>Date created: 19th March 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 19th March 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, I just released the sacred question onto my first victim. Quite “fun”, eh, Miss D? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you’re wondering, yes, the question only can be asked to certain people, and its up to my discretion, so please don’t harp on why I didn’t choose you, although feel free to ask me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m planning on asking more people now, and slowly let my plan roll, and I just realized that this is some psychological question. I still wonder why I wasn’t a Psychologist, but I think because it’s at SP, and it’s “DAMN FAR!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, I’m blogging because I’m tired, but I just wanted to update all of you about that, and that my work has been going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, kidding. Its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically now, just openly sleep. I know it’s going to affect my “Attitude” grade, or something for sure. Just that the Supervisor is always not around to see it. So it just depends on the rest of the office workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m still invisible, if you’re wondering. Although I know a Mr. Ho now, the person sitting beside me. Ho Teck Kuan, or something like that. At least the mildly recognizes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, knew someone as Wu Shi Ling, the Assistant CM, like the xiao mei of Mr. Ho. So these are a few I roughly know only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work has been unproductive, whereas those at Panasonic can work overtime on Sat to earn 10.50/hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment has never been so screwed up. Oh wells. I think I’mma go stop now, so I can catch some rest to celebrate Sean’s B’day, and my Bro’s b’day just the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well’s till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Rebecca Black’s new song, “Friday”, is damn addictive, although it makes no sense. I think I’d start to write songs like that now. Just because I can. :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-3811981355266342472?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/3811981355266342472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=3811981355266342472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3811981355266342472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3811981355266342472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/03/unleash-qestion.html' title='UNLEASH THE QESTION!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-3826938512723916037</id><published>2011-03-13T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:59:01.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work + After that!</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 13th March 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 13th March 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I’mma gonna blog! I was supposed to do this yesterday, actually, like, to talk about my first week of Internship, which was torturous to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so where do I start? Weekdays or weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll go in order. So I’ll start with work first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, 7th March: So basically, today, we went to work, and we were early. Like, 8am. We decided to lollygag in BK first, then waited until 8.15 to find the place, ended up going to the wrong area, and somehow, Viknesh, who came late, was earlier than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I knew my supervisor was Mr. Terence, and basically did nothing since my colleague wasn’t here, and that my Sup had meetings to go and the Contract Manager, Mr. Woo, had nothing for me to do even they are kinda ‘tied-up’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that’s my first day. 8 hours of stoning. Dozed off around 7 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, 8th March: Even worse. They had nothing for me to do. I was cheated that I’d get a laptop during the morning shift, but I didn’t, until later. But had a laptop and nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoned for another 8 hours again. Dozed off 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: 9th March: Okay, so now I found something for myself to do. Met my booth colleague, Mr. Ho, and well, he wasn’t really that, er, “warm” to receive me. Like, “Lololol, why is here.” Kind of thing. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, had laptop, did some data entry on my own, like, taking a contract book, and entering the data in, for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up being my work for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoned 4 hours. Dozed off 7 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4, 10th March: Finally, something to do. I think? Yeah, my colleague gave me something to do. Help me enter data. My life was not about stoning infront of nothing now, but stoning infront of a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours stoned: 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;Times dozed off: 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5, 11th March: Getting used to the waking up times and stuff. Need to photocopy stuff for a Ms Wu now. Yay. Stuff to look forward to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours stoned: 3.&lt;br /&gt;Times dozed off: 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s my day. So basically, Contract Books are my friend. At least during work, I had people to SMS. People like Eilene, Jarel, Ruimin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, was nice of them to kinda keep my company, at least to cure my boredom. But I think it didn’t really work. Haha! Stopped after like, Day 3? Unless its MR. Ye. Because he’s bored as well. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the first two days, I almost felt like dying. Like honestly, just feeling like getting myself kicked out of the company, and then going into another one, because seriously, this is getting absurd man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, like, okay, like what I said to Mr. Ye, is that, people go to work, and don’t want to do things, but we go to work, is we find things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likea pathetic only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I was dying. Inside. I finally know how those solitary cells prisoners, or those people in the reality show, “Solitary” really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks man. No wonder people commit suicide when they enter there during the first few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously feels like shit. YOU seriously feel like shit. And nothing can make you happy or interested anymore. You just wanna get outta there, and then just... Get outta there. That’s all. That’s how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hats off to those who can withstand having to stone infront of something, without looking like you’re stoning. Trying not to doze off, even though you can’t, can just trying to be professional... About what, that’s what I wonder about as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, after Friday, when we met up with those at Panasonic, I tell you, my heart died instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re fixing in-flight entertainment systems, which is my chosen characteristic, along with everyone doing attachment now. And the problem is, my job that I’m doing now, has NOTHING to do with In-Flight Entertainment Systems, and its more of Supply Chain Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH I HAVE NO INTEREST IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I HAD, but I didn’t choose it. So don’t dump me somewhere, alone. Without anyone to pei me, or anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if, I’m like, a leftover and they can’t find anywhere to place me. Okay, maybe on first look it wasn’t so bad. Like, “Hey, it’s Changi Airport! Woohoo! Should be doing something close to what we’re studying!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ends up, it has nothing to do. Okay, maybe a little, it’s just the first week anyway, but it seemed like I wasted it away. And having a 1.5 hour journey there isn’t fun, neither is waking up super-duper early for it fun either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, those people at Panasonic at least has something to do. And they seemed like, quite enjoying their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was genuinely surprised when Me and Sean were tired our brains out, yet Chong and Saff were like, still so energetic, even though we did absolutely nothing, or close to that anyway, and they had so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so screwed up man, I tell you, so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what’s more, is that on Fri, I think I had something coming up, but wasn’t full blown, then the next day, shoombaboomxzs, and a full-blown flu and cough came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sore throat that I had on Fri was kinda gone, but it turned into flu and cough instead. What the, I don’t even-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, while I went to sleep, my whole body suddenly felt very hot, like I was having a fever, but I wasn’t, because I tested myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during this period, I would like to personally thank a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Mok! Xie xie ni! WE should go hunt a Mr. J okay! We go all no mercy! :D! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wait for me after NS, k. Then go destroy him, then I fly off, kk? ;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEI XINNNNNNNNN! Wowowow! Thank you you also! YEAHHHHHHHH! ;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. OXY! Xie xie da sao! Zhu ni zao shen gui zi! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, LERDIIIIIIIIIIII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, thanks for your SMS, seemed insignificant, but was kinda unexpected, since I thought no one saw my tweet, so yeah! :D! Guo ran shi 7 nian de peng you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re wondering why I’m thanking them, it’s because they actually saw my Tweet and wished me to get well soon. (Okay, Mr. WEI XINNNNNNNN didn’t, technically, but nevermind, he still can be in there. :D!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you know me well enough, at least to a certain extent, you know I really appreciate such stuff, for example sending just a simple SMS just wishing you to get well soon, because you can’t be contacted, is really appreciated on a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, you can wish via a reply on Twitter, which is what most people do, but just taking that extra step, kinda makes a big difference. Haha, that’s why, a big thank you to you, piao liang de! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, AHPEKO! Xiexie as well, for the after concern. :D! But you were a day too late! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was quite a, er, eventful week. Seriously, this work is really testing my mental toughness on a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, its crazy man, seriously. You can’t talk to anyone, and even if you did, no one would want to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re like invisible, what the shit. :/. IF you’re not in my shoes, you probably won’t know how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week also has been testing my physical toughness, by not even allowing me to get a proper rest for the next week to come. Seriously, its getting tiring man. Like, taking Os all over again, except now, the paper lasts for 8 hours, instead of the usual 2 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-, let’s hope for something to happen next week. Like, get my project down or something, so I can start work on it and stuff. Damn it man, GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m trying to achieve 1.5k words for now as well, but I’m only at like, 1,376 words, which is enough for a Mr. Ye-required report, which is kinda sad for him, since his report actually has marks connected to it, but mine doesn’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if it did, then I’m screwed, since I only had like, 3 sentences. Hahaha! Whoopsiedoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I also forget to mention, CL finally got her Acoustic guitar today! I hope you like your strap, girl! Happy B’dAY! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got myself a thumbpick, and I like this thumbpick, blue in colour, kinda awesome. Its not too long, neither is it like, clamped tight. Means I can make it bigger to slot my thumb in! Or like, push it closer, so it’s easier to use! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oh wells. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget! I’m sorry for such language I have used in this post. I think I should’ve like, made a warning before hand or something, but damn, you should all be old enough to know the language I’m using, or even worse anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s seriously how I feel, so nope, I’m not going to change anything just to make you happy. Pffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Let’s go. Work again on Monday. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-3826938512723916037?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/3826938512723916037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=3826938512723916037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3826938512723916037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3826938512723916037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/03/work-after-that.html' title='Work + After that!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-735037553019087237</id><published>2011-03-07T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:30:01.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of work!</title><content type='html'>Date created: 7th March 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 7th March 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I just finished my first day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it was a waste of my 8hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, basically, we got there at 8am, went to BK to get something to munch and past time until 820, then realized where we went is the wrong place, ended up late instead, but still early because no one bothered to tell the receptionist that we were Interns until we went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good way to start the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, so I was one of the few that went to attach alone. Kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I was thrown to my cubicle, because everyone else was busy. Which was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next, like, 11am – 5.30pm there. Looking though contracts over contracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some Avionic magazines, but didn’t work. Still slept off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I dozed off like, a total of 15 times. First half 5 times. 2nd half 10 times. I must be so pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that’s how I spent my first day. Not too bad. My Supervisor, Mr. Terence, Head of the department. Quite, er, not exactly fun because he doesn’t laugh or smile, but doesn’t frown as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! HE’s the best person to demonstrate the : face. Not pekchek, yet not smiling. ._. I dunno what he want also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so I’m attached, dabbling in the “Contract” aspect of the Business. I don’t foresee myself slacking on this job. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, there was 2 RP students who came in the same department, did some Microsoft Access thing, and was so chim. Zomgozmgmzogmzgz. If he ask me do, I am going to be gg-ed. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, -sigh-, I dunno how I’m going to live these 3 months. ENDUREEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it’s not too bad. But not having a companion kinda hurts. Abit. I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike all my friends, which has accompaniment. Sadfsfsgfdgraseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also fun lah, alone. Can experience alot. Maybe can get a higher grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, still dreaming. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing is, I still need to continue to wear Formal. Sdfmsakldflsa. Bad. I don’t like wearing formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’mma go ask my Sup see I can fold my sleeves like Jarel anot. Haha! More comfortable. Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, I haven’t even reach 400 words, and I’m already running out of things to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Also, travelling to and fro from work, not a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 hours wasted just like that. Siansszxzsxded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwells, I think I should end here. Nothing much to say. WAnna practice my guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found my direction! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s kinda fun to have someone to enjoy your hobby with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- Is this what I’ll start to miss only when it’s gone? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To a certain someone, at least you tried, don’t feel so down! AJIdol 2! Gogogo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“Is falling for someone really that fun? I guess I’ll never know, because I can’t even fall, even if I tried now. Ohwells~ :D!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-735037553019087237?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/735037553019087237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=735037553019087237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/735037553019087237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/735037553019087237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/03/1st-day-of-work.html' title='1st day of work!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-9075799747886742911</id><published>2011-03-07T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:33:08.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>222posts, and IAP. Sian.</title><content type='html'>Okay, later, 7th March 2011, is the day I start my IAP. Ends on 28th May 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I don't screw up. And shit, punctuality is acutally important now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wanted to write a blogpost, but I got no time. Hope I can wake up at 6, to arrive at work at 830. What the curry sauce, I don't even-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-9075799747886742911?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/9075799747886742911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=9075799747886742911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/9075799747886742911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/9075799747886742911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/03/222posts-and-iap-sian.html' title='222posts, and IAP. Sian.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-2511722191977633447</id><published>2011-02-26T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:17:12.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings 2</title><content type='html'>Date created: 26th February 2010&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 26th February 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrow! I’m writing again. Well, mainly because I have nothing to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I actually do have, which is studying, but hey, it’s soooo harddddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness, your Hournoerers, my exam is on Monday, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to start to study again, and maybe feel more uptight about my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, for example, I have a feeling I screwed up my maths (My MATHS!#@) today, but here I am, not feeling a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to humble myself more. Happened once during Common Test Maths, and now it’s happening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, overconfidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think this would be like, one of the shortest blogpost that I have planned to write. So you can’t compare this to those spontaneous other writings, because those are spontaneous, and mine this is not...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, you get the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I know what to write about already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to talk about: Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, literally dreams, not goals dreams, dreams, but dreams, dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettit? No? Good! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking to Violet just yesterday, and she said she had one dream that everyone was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is kinda true, in that sense, once I told her that I’d be flying off to Aus soon, for that. And she said quite a number of her friends leaving also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! To talk about mine! I had some of the strangest dreams these few days. I’ll try to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first, I dreamt about this “Ai Qing”-like movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somehow, this guy, is a convict or something, then the father is some bigshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the daughter, as usual, leaves with the guy, and they enter this house. Like those Parliament building like that. Big one. But the interesting is that, at every level, there’s a group of people living there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, people from different gangs, good people, bad people, just normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the Police came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is the fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first, I had a vision, that they guy was running around, trying not to get caught by the good people in the building, where as the bad people helping him. Then the neutral people just STOP AND STAREEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyway, in the end, he got caught, and talked with the father, and managed to convince him, and they lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even come back to the same building when they are old, to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I suddenly get transported to the same place where he was running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the same thing, it looks like he managed to get away! Which is amazing, after some crazy stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran on the roof top, jumped and landed on the same rooftop where he first started to be, and saw a Tamagochi + Pager fusion thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it said to call the girl, then the girl ran out of the building to find him, but was unable to do so. And the guy said something, like in those Chinese movies when he cannot be with the girl, then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny dream, must make a movie about this next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hmm... What’s next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this very weird dream also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that, my brother got shot, and so did my cousin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, the house had a basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the funeral was at the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I walk past his room, and it’s like the room now, with some adjustments, and he only adjusted the room like, the day before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird shit. s_s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I dunno what to write already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Also, I’ve been recently hearing YouTube artists; People like Tyler Ward, Julia Sheer, The guy that collaborated with her, Kurt Hugo Schneider, Sam Tsui, Jake Bruene, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And artists like Adele, Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar pros like Ewan Dobson, Antoine Dobson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see why people think ‘Auto-Tune’ is killing music, because these people are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, they can sing live, unlike let’s say, some auto-tunist, like Mr. FR (Copyright), and the first time I saw him live on TV, I was like, “whaaaaaaaaaaat?! That’s not even sounding like the song!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, they have awesome songs, but only ON CD! So yeah, those aforementioned artists above, what they can do is hold their ground either live or in the studio, so woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to be a music producer someday. Like, as a hobby. Producing beats, arranging songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds exhausting, but yeah, sounds fun at the same time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I think I’ll stick to guitar, and get like, at least semi-good at it. Like, able to perform if needed, but not on a big stage. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And CAPTAIN YE, in 10 years ah. We shall see where we would be! Guitar-wise, of course! Hope to see you on some big stage in a band man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I’ll hope to see myself being a solo guitarist someday. THEN CAN COMBINE CONCERT. WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think too much already. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, not reaching 1k words this time. 855 only, oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ending here. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Those visit my blog tag leh, so I know you got read. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Don’t feel sad me MIGHT leave leh! I also might not! Wahlao. Make me guilty nia. ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-2511722191977633447?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/2511722191977633447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=2511722191977633447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2511722191977633447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2511722191977633447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-ramblings-2.html' title='Random Ramblings 2'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7234716453724974323</id><published>2011-02-23T02:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T02:48:38.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(23.02.11) Flying off! In the future?!</title><content type='html'>Date written: 23rd February 2011&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 23rd February 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay, I’m writing again! Although my exam’s on Thursday, but meh, one has to write when one has to, doesn’t he? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, as usual, going to ramble alot, so you’ve got to understand here. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I think I’m just going to list what I’m going to talk about in this post, so I don’t get TOO sidetracked later. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Living on Borrowed Time.&lt;br /&gt;2) ??&lt;br /&gt;3) Profit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that didn’t turn out well. I guess I’m not exactly a very, er, ‘organized’ person. Well, that I don’t deny. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hearing to the new mix on ‘Home’ isn’t really helping. Its seriously like, one of the best songs compared the previous years, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not even a new song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, I just wanna say a few things. Okay first! I think I’m losing touch of my ‘humorous’ self, like, I don’t like the way I present things any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s very, erm, I dunno how to put it in a way on how I feel, but sometimes I wonder how you, the reader, am able to read through my whole post sometimes. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I’ll try my very best to recapture back the magic that was in 2007/2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was also pissed that I lost my Radio Comm notes [The exam on Thursday], and I don’t know where are they. And they are Tutorials! Not even notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so getting back to the main point that I was supposed to be, would be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on Borrowed Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 days [I think?], I’ve been talking to Diana and Sweehan about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to explain how it all started, it was when one day, Sweehan suddenly Tweeted that another friend was leaving for Australia, and I joined in, and then somehow Diana also joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it carried on to MSN, and we talked about it [in different convos], and it really got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know like how some people [me included], would like to know when you would disappear from this world, and stuff like that, and fortunately for me, I DO know when I’d be leaving Singapore, much to my disbelief and resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as they say, all things would need to come to an end. I’ve experienced this one too many times before already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of a decade at Upper Thomson, end of Secondary School, end of NPCC, now end of my CCA and soon, end of my Poly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many life events endings, and I’ve been through every single one of them, and it’s not exactly very fun to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also seen many people flying off for better opportunities elsewhere; My sis, Bert and Tim, Jane, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, it seems like 4e3’08 is also breaking apart, although we had just recently gotten together again due to the FB group, but still the bond we once had could never be brought back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, it’ll never disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun and exciting, and nostalgic to see people coming back and replying on various photos that was posted, and stuff that I still had in my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Magical times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realize what some people say when they say they would like to return to a time where [insert event here].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I think I’d like to return to Secondary School times, but this time as a spectator, with some friends, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, maybe the whole of 4e3’08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And laugh, make fun of, and go crazy again. In a world that could only be possible in fantasies, finally came true, and what’s more, it’s that I could experience it first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’d like to think of it; Sec School was a place where I would go crazy, without a care in the world – almost escaping reality for while – and no one would really care. In fact, you’d most likely be joined with whoever was with you at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, in 3 years, I project myself to be somewhere in Australia, starting life anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends, new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would like that, and honestly, I also would, but it’s the cons that’s kinda hard to put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind your memories.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind almost everything you knew and had that wasn’t internal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’uno, but that’s... Kinda intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it came across before, but seeing how fast my Poly life is moving now – already 2 years, going into 3 – in a flash, that’s how fast I’m leaving for NS, then Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, from a financial point of view. If both my siblings are in Aus, it wouldn’t make sense for me NOT to go, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, unless Singapore U accepts me, then well, I might stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if they don’t, most likely I’d be moving over there. And if our parents were to visit, it’ll only make sense for them to come over to Aus to visit us, due to inter-country flights would be much cheaper than cross-country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if I’d ever move to Aus, most likely I won’t be coming back here. Maybe like, once in a blue moon? But even if I came back, I’d only be visiting my parents [if they’re still living in SG], and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that’d be quite rare, in the sense that its not a very financially-objected decision to, especially I’d be in an age where saving money is a good skill toi have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I suspect it’ll be fun, though! Haha! Hopefully, making a name for myself in Aussieland, and then coming back and surprising everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I come back 30 years later! How much everything would change! Singapore would be entering it’s 70s, and everyone would be just starting their own family [hopefully], and to see who are doing what, and with who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Such an entertaining thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of you can see how much I’d have changed, and vice-versa. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahhh... That’s just an entertaining thought~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows whether we’d be in contact anyways after liek, 15 years. Take a look at Bert and Tim, just a few years, and we’d lost contact with them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, more or less lah. Don’t even talk to them now, and don’t even know when they’re coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, maybe we’d get to visit them when they get married, or something! Woohoo! How fun would that be! Then if I’m in Aussie, I can transit in Singapore, and maybe fly off with you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Another entertaining thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I doubt it’ll happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s what I’ve been thinking about these few days. Well, okay, maybe only at night, before I go to sleep, entertaining all types of thoughts about what would happen when I go to Aussie for like, decades, and to come back and maybe not even recognize GYSS anymore, and stuff like that. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, life’s been a great journey so far! Full of ups and well, not really downs, just not so ups. Which is kinda exciting so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I’m gonna end here. It’s like, 2.45am already, and I reached 1k words++, so I’m happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got my Optimus One! Its from LG, and its a new phone, so I’m happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think my lappy’s in its Golden Years already. Time to backup soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. D &gt; 3 years later, yeah? Let’s see if you still remember. Haha! ;D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7234716453724974323?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7234716453724974323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7234716453724974323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7234716453724974323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7234716453724974323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/02/230211-flying-off-in-future.html' title='(23.02.11) Flying off! In the future?!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-2880364861508656246</id><published>2011-02-22T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T02:13:08.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear friend again,</title><content type='html'>Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time since I wrote to you. Searching my previous posts, The last time was on the 29th of March, 2010, so I think it’s about time for me to write another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad you are now in a place where you enjoy yourself! Having fun is number two of Poly life! Of course, unfortunately, results are number one, but hey, who said you can’t balance both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don’t know what’s up, I just hope that you know that if you’d done your best, that’s good enough! Results are in the hands of the examiner, and you can’t really do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheer up, and don’t get too beat down about it! Because I know you did your best already. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don’t know why you’re not replying to anything, but I sincerely hope maybe one day you could tell me what’s up, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, everyone has troubles and sorrows; feel lonely and wants to hang out and wanting to have that one friend that would go through thick and thin with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not alone on that, but its up to you to choose who is in your circle of trust, and who isn’t, and hopefully you can see those that still stick by you no matter how much you have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. You know who you are! You’re never alone! Hope you'd still regard me as a friend! :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-2880364861508656246?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/2880364861508656246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=2880364861508656246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2880364861508656246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/2880364861508656246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-friend-again.html' title='Dear friend again,'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6978452141580196064</id><published>2011-02-19T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T17:43:38.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings 1!</title><content type='html'>Date created: 19th February 2010&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 19th February 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, look! I’m writing again! I think I’ve found back the joy of writing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its just that I don’t wanna do my studying. Haha! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the acoustic guitar sounds of Ewan Dobson and Antoine Dufour is kinda making me abit more, erm, inclined to write anyway. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you dunno who they are, you should definitely go check them out man. They’re awesome! Like, otherworldly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind of skill that would maybe like, take me another 8 years to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did I mention that this year’s my 3rd year in playing the guitar already?! Kinda fast, come to think of it. I can still remember me learning the guitar when I was in Year 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, those times. I even wondered if paying $36 was worth it for the initial 10 lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I could have never asked for a better bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a blog is supposed to be like, your life events or happenings right? So yeah, currently I’m not doing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to study, but I’m not. Too... taxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT’s like, having a whole Chinese Ke Ben to study, that’s how thick my notes are. And I have to memorize everything inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s not what an engineering student is supposed to do, right?! RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while showering after getting caught in a mini-flood today, I actually, for once in a very, very long while, thought about my course and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that, although at first I had SOOOOOOOOOO much ‘hate’, okay, well, not a very strong hatred, but like, dislike for this course, now it all makes sense now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you know me well enough, you know that I can link anything together, like stuff from the ends of the Earth, yet no reason comes out from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my sis used to say, “All reason, but no logic!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s kind electronics, don’t you think? Like, you know you connect a circuit, and suddenly it’ll work! And that’s when you ask yourself why does it work, instead of asking it during the beginning of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay, maybe that’s just me. But hey! I’m loving it! Looks like what everyone said before is true! That in time, you’d learn to like what you’re doing, and like the company you’re in as well, no matter how much prejudice you have for that initial subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what else. OH! I also want to say that, unfortunately, my English standard is dropping. Like, to an all-time low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Chinese everywhere isn’t helping, either. Although while my English spoken standard is dropping, fortunately for me, I think my written skills is still keeping a mentionable standard, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa to da speeka more gooda Inkerish. But that can’t really work, as most are my friends a more Chinese-inclined, compared to when I was in Pre-Secondary, where everyone really just spoke English all the way, with only slight hints of Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, at least my written isn’t so terribad, so I’ll take solace in that! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and random point number 3! I’ve started playing Tetris. Again. Like, only recently. If you didn’t know, I started to play around my Sec 4 days, like 07, 08? Then when I had my lappy, I stopped again, as I didn’t want to spoil my awesome lappy keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, honestly, this keyboard on my laptop is one of the most nicest keyboards I’ve ever used so far in my life. Flat, and has enough rebound to like, push your fingers back up to press the next key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, awesome keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my left arrow key is spoilt, due to my stupidity and impulse. I pried up the key, and then damaged the holder in the process, just because the pressing abit off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my keyboard is now traumatized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I’ve resumed in using my wireless keyboard! Good for gaming, not good for typing. Because it makes alot of noise, but it’s structured in such a way that you can press easily, albeit needing strength to press it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I’ve resumed playing Tetris, thanks to a certain Peko (Hey, you’re famous!), I’ve played Tetris Battle. Currently I’m at Rank 21, with a 122/214 winrate, that’s like, 57% of the games that I’ve won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my skills have not totally left me, although I’m still lazy and rusty, and the lag on that App is totally unreal. It gets to a point where games can be turned around so easily just because you lag and drop at the wrong spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue unresolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I’ll be ending soon. I mean, I don’t have much to say now. The weather is crazy hot now, after a flashflood rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating weather. Gransdfsfdsa. ]: Make my pants all wet, now luckily can dry. So it’s not all that bad. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I’ve been meddling with my guitar more often now. Trying to get “Depapepe – One” down, so the next meeting with JArel, we can, hopefully, play that. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also been trying to improve on my fingerstyle skills. Learning “Yiruma – Kiss the Rain”, “Romance D’Amor”, and stuff that I should’ve learn long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just basically expanding my knowledge basic and technique. Gotta teach my hands and fingers to be less lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I’ve got to make myself a perfectionist. Once too many times, I’ve learnt a song, played it half-assed-ly, and never perfected it, thus when presenting the song to others, it comes off as disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example is  a Final Fantasy IX background tune, “Nobuo Uematsu – Frontier Village Dali”. Can play it somewhat smoothly, but still choppy on some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Antoine Dobson, wait, I mean, Antoine Dufour and Ewan Dobson kinda rekindled my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, let’s see I can be like them1 Haha! Unrealistic, but hey, all dreams are meant to be unrealistic, yes? That’s why their dreams and not reality. xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yay! I reached 1004 words! Woohoo! Time to end this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Gah, Vivian on the 21st, Radio Comm on the 24th, Maths on the 25th and Mdm. Tan on the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Yes, I don’t even know my module names. I just remember them by lecturer. Haha! That’s how sad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I think. xD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6978452141580196064?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6978452141580196064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6978452141580196064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6978452141580196064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6978452141580196064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-ramblings-1.html' title='Random Ramblings 1!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-377418434709209362</id><published>2011-02-19T04:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:34:26.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on (my) partnership.</title><content type='html'>Date written: 19th February 2010&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 19th February 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, away with those stuff anymore. Can’t even remember why I had them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, hello to all! Well, to those that are still here anyway. Haha, long time since I last blogged. I wonder if anyone still reads it with interest, or just wondering what can I come up with next with another 2000 words, thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I’m doing something that I have never done, and what’s more, I’m doing it at a time when I’m supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have an exam on the 21st, but here I am, writing to you this long, long, blogpost about practically nothing, instead of studying and trying to get that “A”, thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t care. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s my life. All messed up. And I intend to keep it that way. Just like my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, you get the point. But hey, isn’t that just what the world is!? Like how, one of my friends finally (FINALLY!) got the girl he wanted, after chasing her for like, a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even cut down his fats of about, 10kg in a year?  Just for her. Like, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the other side of the planet/world/country/Singapore, I have friends dying from the lack of love and heartbreak and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me intrigued in that, so what’s up with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, okay, despite all claims from people, like, “No way man, that’s like saying you’re gay!” or like, “Everyone could, would, should and must’ve a target!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I don’t have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend Diana (Yay, I got permission to use her name! xD!) once, that I was never gonna get married, and immediately her reaction was, “WHAT?! CANNOT BE. YOU DON’T TALK RUBBISH! BECAUSE YOU IN AUSTRALIA ISSIT?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, something along those lines, but not exactly as in happened some time ago. Like, when I was in Australia from 24th to like, 2nd January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I wondered to myself, “Am I serious?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After contemplating ‘til now, I have realized, in all my 18 years of living I have never, ever fallen hard for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, I have like, more interest in some, but not until like, “WAHLAO, HEARTBREAK DIE NOW LAH. –slash wrists-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, I thought it was like, you know, normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, when I was in Pri School, I was like, “Hey, nice shirt.” (Okay, I came from an all-boys school. Want you wanted me to say?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Secondary School, I was like, “No, I don’t like Lenice.” (Yay Lenice, you’re famous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now in Poly, I don’t even know what I’m like. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not getting any younger either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s worse is, that, I can’t blame it on my lack of social circle (In the Trusted circle?), or like, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s my thinking, or maybe it’s just... the weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I treat all girls the same, like, a very naggy parent. Maybe that’s because I grew up in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, seriously, I did, like, grow up in a very protected yet kind-of-like-freedom household, can you call that? So I guess I’m just passing on what I know to others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I do that, you’ve have people going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WOOOOH! You treat her so well, must be like her right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WOOOH! Why you treat her so well, harrrrrrrrrrrrrr? -winkwink-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that’s why no one would like, fall in love with me if you ever knew me well enough (doesn’t take long) because it’ll be like, falling in love with your ever-nagging parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s incest. Which is wrong. Taught from young. Cannot be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, like, in a relationship hierarchy, its a totally different path. Like, its more of a very-awesome-caring-friend relationship, compared to a, oh, let’s say, a potential-boyfriend relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in those dramas, where sometimes the main female lead would always have this super awesome very close friend that she will have, yet that guy would always never get a chance with the main female lead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, exactly like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you might be thinking like, “Hey, so you should think differently! OR like, be more aggressive! Or what what what abcdefg etc.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could, and I should, but I won’t, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll grow up to be like, a male version of Mother Teresa, except, instead of caring for random strangers on the road/building/home, I – instead – care for my family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to do that I guess I can’t have no partner. IF not, sure partner jealous one, you see lah. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I like to see people happy! So maybe that’s another reason why I don’t really have like, a target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heartbreak is too much to go through. Oh, and its not me, its seeing the person you heartbroke. Like, you might as well shoot her, no diff lah hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when they say, “What doesn’t kill you, make you stronger.”, its a load of grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that was through, everyone would be shooting themselves in various areas just to grow stronger already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to phrase it, it’ll be more of like, “What doesn’t kill you, just doesn’t kill you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t make you stronger; it just makes you more experienced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And experience is everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, maybe that’s why I fail to have a target either – Because I have too little experience in, like, er, classifying women, if you would call that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, in Poly now, my friends would classify women to like, “hot”, “chio”, “back view”, “huge front”, “huge back”, “nice skin”, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is sooooo different to what I see; 2 ears 2 eyes 1 nose 1 mouth, but a wholeeeee lot of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember, my Poly friend asked me once on the way home, “What do you like in a girl? Like, what are you looking for, so we can help you spot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our journey home went without a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, thinking about it again, I honestly don’t know. Maybe that’s why. I tell them, “Must see the character.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they retorted with, “Aiya, you don’t even know what you like to see, why you will go talk to them?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s kinda true, to a certain point. And now, thinking about it, they kinda have a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, when you walk past someone, or when you meet someone for the first time in a group or something, you won’t go for the most ugliest girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let’s face the fact okay. If you’re in a group with a group of girls, and there’s this girl with a huge front, just nice waist line, perfect skin, even tan, long hair with that nice perfume aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t say you have not been attracted to them, just even once, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the harsh reality I have learnt from Poly life. For example, if you’re an average female, walking with in between two of your hottest female friends you can find, chances are, you’d be overlooked by most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me. I do the contrary. I usually overlook the hot girls. Yes, they catch my first glance, then that’s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because usually, if a girl is too overpowering, most likely she has a messed up heart, due to good history of heartbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unless she’s attached, then you’re kind of a jerk for trying to fantasize upon an attached woman. That’s just... sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that’s why I never really get, you know, like, those you admire (and I’m using this term quite loosely), is mostly because I don’t really care if you’re like, FHM no. 1 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be the most (in)famous girl in school for all I care, you don’t get no 2 glances from me if you don’t have a good personality or heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those that I go for, would most likely not return the same feelings back due to all the current dramas you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, awww, you should not go trusting guys or like, loving the ones you really love because they’re most likely going to break your heart or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, what happened to old, childhood cartoons. Where if the guy loves you, and you love the guy back, it can overcome all boundaries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Beauty and the Beast? Cinderella? Sleeping Beauty? And stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of those shows where they show 2 people coming together, saying they love in each other then break off for money and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or random pop movies that shows that somehow, SOMEWAY, you need to sing or play and instrument, then only can find your true love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because look, if you get a girl or a guy by playing the guitar or something, the other half might not like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just like your skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, talking about movies and dramas, what’s up with all the craze about Korean females suddenly?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like the Japanese girls craze, except only now its ‘okay’ to show it on TV and like, stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that Japanese Sailor outfits were bad enough. Now there’s like, a whole new fetish coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of them are even younger than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhaaaaaaaaaaaaaT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alot of my friends are going crazy over them. Especially females. And that’s bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No love for Singaporean men/boys. How to compete?! They’re about the same age, and they are easily accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they concentrate all their love on them, instead of concentrating on something more REALISTIC. Like, if you’re going to go all googoo-gaga over something, at least make it obtainable lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same like the guys also. See SNSD, new music video all go “WOOOOOOOO! REVEAL MORE!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I’m like, “whaaaaaaat?! What happened to hearing the song?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they’re so raunchy sometimes, I can’t even see the music video without people walking past thinking I’m some pervert, because some of their songs are really catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse if it’s a guy group. They reveal for the guys, yes, that’s good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you imagine a guy, watching a very-revealed guy dancing and singing in a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was in the past, I’d be wandering what-the-heck is this guy watching. Or if one of the group members are gay, or something, I’unno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you ask me, I still think that Singaporean girls are still like, the best. Excluding those that want to be Korean wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, by using a sample size of my friends that I have,  I think any of them is more ‘hot’, ‘chio’ or in a more English term, stunning or charming than any of those girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to put a wallpaper of a girl, and you give me a choice of Korean girl group vs Close friend photos, the latter would be chosen, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe that’s why I’m never getting into a relationship with like, friends in general. They have both beauty on the inside, as well as on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are flaws here and there, but nothing too glaring that can’t be understood and ignored by closing an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever get into one, and it FAILS, I don’t know what or how to react as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my life, er, policies if you shall put it, would be to have only one relationship, and that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, sometimes when I ask my friends that are attached, and I ask them this, “Do you ever see yourself getting married to your partner now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was expecting them to say like, “Yeah.”, but surprisingly, some of them came back with, “Don’t think so? See how in the future bah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw those replies, I was literally stunned. Like, you get into a relationship. And you don’t think it will last past GF/BF, so why, WHY, did you ever go in, in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s just the old-fashioned me. Like, 1 marriage, and that’s it. The most important rule is to stay loyal, and the most important value to have is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I dunno. I honestly lost track of what I’m writing already. I took 2 hours to write this, amazingly enough. Haha! 2k+ words, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, and to summarized for those lazy to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m never getting in a relationship now, in Singapore, even though I’d LOVE to have one, as the values that are instilled within’ us is, one-of-a-kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I don’t think I will, and a large factor would be me moving to Australia, most likely, and then what, we have to break if I ever started one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, if for those reading this blog, if you like someone, don’t hesitate to say it! Hey, you’ll never know if the respective party reciprocates the feeling! ;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Huge shoutout to Jarel Ye man. What’s up Mr. Ye! I always wondered why he isn’t attached yet. He’s like, the perfect man that a woman can ask for. Jiayou bro! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Also, shoutout to my bro! Dude, time for you to get hitched man! Gogogo. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S Oh, and also, shoutout to my future self! When you get attached and read this again and see that when you were 18 how'd you view this topic and see how many points do you agree with yourself then! :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-377418434709209362?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/377418434709209362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=377418434709209362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/377418434709209362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/377418434709209362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-on-my-partnership.html' title='Thoughts on (my) partnership.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-9220360338839163078</id><published>2011-02-10T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:52:16.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Byebye bear.</title><content type='html'>-sigh- I guess there goes my bear. My Green Bear with the number “20th” and letters “Apr” on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a very good mood right now. And it might just be a simple bear, but still, it was the initiator of what made me start to hand stuff on my bag. And to use what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- Sad to see such an initiator go so soon. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Let’s just hope the bear is in good hands. And not in the rubbish dump. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-9220360338839163078?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/9220360338839163078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=9220360338839163078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/9220360338839163078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/9220360338839163078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/02/byebye-bear.html' title='Byebye bear.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6015728010715654808</id><published>2011-01-11T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:34:22.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MANY ONES!</title><content type='html'>Yay! 1.11am on 11/1/11! That’s, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. EIGHT ONES! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6015728010715654808?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6015728010715654808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6015728010715654808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6015728010715654808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6015728010715654808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-many-ones.html' title='SO MANY ONES!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7881748673665632052</id><published>2011-01-01T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:32:45.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun at Aussie, first time counting down at Aussie. Will update you all later! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Woohoo! Celebrate 2 times countdown, like fun siA! xD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7881748673665632052?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7881748673665632052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7881748673665632052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7881748673665632052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7881748673665632052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy New Year 2011!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-3991240743096451392</id><published>2010-12-23T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:16:08.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONCERT TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>LA GUITARE GRANDEUR TOMORROW! cHIONG AH! 23RD! HUAAT AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope. D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. STILL, HUAT AH! xD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-3991240743096451392?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/3991240743096451392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=3991240743096451392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3991240743096451392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/3991240743096451392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2010/12/concert-tomorrow.html' title='CONCERT TOMORROW!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-6641203777302943409</id><published>2010-12-19T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T02:44:48.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FBoz production 2010!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Okay, went to see FBodz performance on the 18th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Woohoo! Go Kelly! And saw Darren-Sir today. And today, he has experienced the "CH-Effect". Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-6641203777302943409?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/6641203777302943409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=6641203777302943409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6641203777302943409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/6641203777302943409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2010/12/fboz-production-2010.html' title='FBoz production 2010!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-5660176448830020064</id><published>2010-12-13T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T03:11:05.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm, popularity?/!/.</title><content type='html'>Date created: 13th December 2010, 13/12/10&lt;br /&gt;Date happened: 12/13th December 2010, 12-13/12/10&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 13th December 2010, 13/12/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! Looks like I’m back for another blogging attempt, but as you all should know me, I’m too lazy to do whatever stuff that I am supposed to blog about, and I am verli sorry, as I don’t really have the urge to document my life as detailed as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I don’t even know if my life is worth detailing anymore. I mean, its the same ol’ routine, everyday. If you haven’t watched the 5 Second short clip about a Korean boy, then maybe you should! Because that mainly describes my life, minus all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=176132149072318&amp;oid=156669012250&amp;comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry if you don’t have a Facebook account, because I can’t find it on Youtube, so if anyone has it, please update me, so I can update this? [I hope? D:!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to Swee Han for sharing that link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m blogging, because, I think I kinda ticked some people off with my current Facebook update. It states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yay, I think I just found my resolution for 2011! Hooray! And my resolution, would be to stop liking people's statuses! As, somehow, people think that "liking" statuses is kinda "offensive"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully, I'll start liking statuses less, then maybe stop liking altogether, then maybe to just screening! Now that's an idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is not a jokepost. It's 100% legit! Just like my resolution for last year! :D”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in less than an hour, I have 8 people liking my status, and like, 6-7 people commenting on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is kinda strange, to me, as I didn’t think a simple status update by me would warrant such attention. I mean, there are like, 20 other people out there, posting about, “Oh, how I wish you so.” Or like, “Please come back to me.” But none of them even had a single like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for me? I just made a lengthy status update, and I have 8 people liking, 7 people commenting. That’s like, 7-8x more effective than your common status update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, as what I want to concentrate on is not about how effective I had made my status post to be, but rather, about how I’m going about this and what feelings I have generated from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at it! Its just your average, “Oh how I miss you so”-type of post, and I have people thinking I’m angry, offended, serious [Well, okay, I am kinda serious about this.], and of the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Are you serious? Well, next time I should try something like, “Oh, I think I’d go sit at the nearest rooftop” as my next status update, and see how many replies it gets to before, “Oh no, please don’t jump!” With a serious tone, and not just like, “...Nah, just jk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I’m just going to sit there. If its some depressed, out of love/luck person, then yeah, I pretty much agree it warrants such an attention, but its me! Come on! If I had trouble, I would not be so hasty to do such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d probably drag someone with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Nah, I’m just kidding. Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, that’s not the point. The point is, that, I wondered why no one in contact with me actually asked me “Why?”, instead of some random Internet person, whom I’ve never even talked to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I got them to apologize, or some thought I was lying, some was just trying to annoy me even further, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean like, look, does my status really sound THAT bad? Maybe I should just go like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I shall stop liking status.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think that would work. Fits in your general category of:&lt;br /&gt;1) No back-story&lt;br /&gt;2) No front-story&lt;br /&gt;3) No story at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just plain status update, less than 100 words, GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe just throw in some of those, “Oh I miss you so”-type of words, so it’ll end up something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I shall stop liking status. Oh, I hope you’d realize this and come back to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way, people would take note of the latter, and not care about the former. Woohoo! Mission success!...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, this is not the main point. The main point would have to be, that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what is the main point? I wonder now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Its to clear up the air to some people, that my status is not aiming at anyone, nor is it meant to be offensive of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I wonder how I got so many likes and replies, in such a small time. Also, with uninteresting content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is this what you call popularity? Because if it is, then no thank you, I would prefer to not do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder, if its ever a good thing. To have that many friends, and then be like a mask-changing fella’, and have different sets with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could be a Politician, if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah, not the path I would go down towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered how it would be, if I got to live back in my own little world again, in a corner, without no disturbances whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in doing that, I realize obviously, that I would have lesser friends. Or maybe yet, even no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wonder; would that necessarily be a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yes they have their advantages, but then again, there’s always 2 majors sides to a coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I love the company of friends, joking and laughing around. But that’s the keyword there – AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a looooooong time since I ever experienced that, because normally, its not around, but its more about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you know, some people like that, some people don’t. I would go on and say, I don’t really support it, but then again, I’m not doing anything to resist it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda fun, you know, as I’ve stated in the post, that its okay, for a close 1 or 2 friends to make fun of you, and laugh along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gets kind of tiring, when you have everyone making fun of you, and seriously, it’s piling up and not really going away anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like fats, piles up, and doesn’t go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its fun to see, how, one person, only thinking of their actions, are able to make a difference. One at a time. Its kinda something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a good way, you can see how humans can pool together to make a small thing turn big. &lt;br /&gt;In a bad way, you can see how humans, no matter how grand and caring and w/e they are, they still only think of their actions in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a wonder, that in so many friends I’ve made throughout the years, yet the only people, that I can call friends, are less than a fraction of whom I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whom I can talk to, and somehow feel, “safe”, when I’m talking to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop being a/the Pillar for everyone. That “go-to” guy when you just want to feel good about yourself, then dump him in some corner when you don’t need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kind-of wearing out. The rumour about me isn’t going away anytime soon, so kudos to the other person in the rumour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I’ve been kinda wanting to say this already, as its only abit detrimental to the guy, who’s in a rumour, but yet a huge one for a female. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because females and rumours don’t really mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda ironic, that I’ve kept close to those who use me, yet drift apart from those that don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, the first is the best. And the 2nd, no lesser. The first two friends that I’ve ever made in Secondary School, surprisingly, are the 2 that I can talk to, well, freely. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there are more. And only if you are one of the sacred few; then you would realize who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, alot of people who would read this, and understand, would go, “Ohhhhhhhhhh! You said this and that about her. Orhhhhhhhhhhh, -teasing ensues-.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t really care, honestly. I’ve been basically teased and have been called all the demeaning names that you could have thought of, and yet, I’m still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ever thought of going back, back to the first day of Secondary School. Where I came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did everything else related to school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s how weird/unique I am, that I bask in the comfort of what everyone hates to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet dread what everyone hopes to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go back, to what I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The un-mongering of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person behind the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person whom people would think is crazy/sissy/fat/gay/ah gua. &lt;br /&gt;[If you’ve never thought of all of these before about me, you’re most likely lying to make yourself look better.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the scrutinizing eyes of the people from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the jealousy and the wanting of power by my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from everything else that mattered in a materialistic world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to go back to who I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there was me, and myself. And a few others that were in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I listened to only me, and not get swayed by the decision of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I didn’t care what people said about me, or thought about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Me, was me. Not Me + Thoughts of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay, alright! I didn’t know how I got to that, but obviously I did. I don’t know what awoke in me to type such a post, but hey, now it’s something you get to know about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, though, it’s no fun, when your one of your best/More than great friends call you “gay” or “stalker” in the most humouristical manner, and then you have just some random best-friend-wannabe take that statement, and runs with it, spreading it across EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then people takes it up, and soon, it sounds like I’m really “gay” or a “stalker”. And its funny with one of your greatest mates in the world, but it’s not funny when you keep hearing it from tens of others, and it’s happening for like, the past few years. I.e. 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s about it. It’s getting late. I started this at 2am, now is 3am. I have a paper at 4.30p.m. Maths paper. Bwahaha. So that’s all, interpret as you wish. The post is what I wrote, the rest is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wooo, 1790 words. Coolio! :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-5660176448830020064?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/5660176448830020064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=5660176448830020064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5660176448830020064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/5660176448830020064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmmm-popularity.html' title='Hmmm, popularity?/!/.'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7679672713016873098</id><published>2010-12-06T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:42:45.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ!</title><content type='html'>So let's see, I'll have so much to update. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ TodaY! I meant yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sweehan's Band concert on the 26th of November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... Anything else? Don't think so right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay, sian. Will do it soon! I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No mood to write. Or rather, no more drive. Sian. DRIVE, COME BACK DRIVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7679672713016873098?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7679672713016873098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7679672713016873098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7679672713016873098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7679672713016873098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2010/12/bbq.html' title='BBQ!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-4306021373505166807</id><published>2010-11-08T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T03:21:08.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000th Tweet!</title><content type='html'>OH YEAH! I just reached 1 000 tweets. Yes, that's an achievement. Buwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yes, I'm siao. So what!? xD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-4306021373505166807?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/4306021373505166807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=4306021373505166807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4306021373505166807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4306021373505166807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2010/11/1000th-tweet.html' title='1000th Tweet!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-4698840351688324463</id><published>2010-11-07T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:35:09.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PArty + Youthphoria!</title><content type='html'>Junwen's party! Was a blast! Would try to update soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Youthphoria some time back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tired. D:!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-4698840351688324463?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/4698840351688324463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=4698840351688324463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4698840351688324463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4698840351688324463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2010/11/party-youthphoria.html' title='PArty + Youthphoria!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-4955756922813769459</id><published>2010-10-24T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:33:55.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIRUS AH!</title><content type='html'>Okay, it seems like a virus has infected my email account: The random links virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing this, my blog was shut down automatically, and I had the most laughs of my internet life since like, I don’t know when. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just had to type this out. Major milestone man. First time I tio internet virus, that didn’t kill my comp. =o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-4955756922813769459?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/4955756922813769459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=4955756922813769459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4955756922813769459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/4955756922813769459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2010/10/virus-ah.html' title='VIRUS AH!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-165737310499985053</id><published>2010-10-23T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:33:36.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie and stuff!</title><content type='html'>Date happened: 22nd October 2010&lt;br /&gt;Date written: 23rd October 2010&lt;br /&gt;Date created: 23rd October 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeee, so currently I’m like, tired max because I woke up at 4am, due to sleeping at 9pm the previous day, and I had school at 8am, Guitar Prac until like, 7? Then go watch movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so far Guitar has been very fun for me. I dunno why, but like, I suddenly found my lost passion, and its happening all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depapepe ftw. For much winz. Go hear them out if you haven’t. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that’s GC prac. But what’s important here is the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to give you a little background about this whole movie thing. We were supposed to go play Badminton, but instead, LehDee only came back at 10pm the previous day, but that was when I was already sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY! The planning was done after that. From dinner to movie, which I okay, don’t mind at AMK and it started at 7.20pm. So after GC Prac, I heard it as 7.30pm, which was a bad mistake to make because I only made my way out of school at 7.20. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was a few minutes late. Like, 20. And I just figured out the show only just, and it’s called “I Give My First Love To You”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you don’t like spoilers, continue on after he lines part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all I missed quite a lot from the first part, I think, because when I went it, the first thing that happened was the guy being angry at the girl, in the nurses’ room, and the girl was getting ready to ‘do’ him because he fought with someone (I think?) over that he wasn’t the first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something?! I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m just going to summarize, and tell you people who’s reading this about what’s up with the Movie and why I like it so much, and it’s worth breaking my long duration of non-movie watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the movie is your average lovey-dovey movie, guy likes girl, girl likes guy since childhood, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, the writers are very good, by extending the movie out with clever use of, er, dialogue and environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what it is, but it all kinda fits together, and the plot twists is like, very very exciting. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those who know me and how I watch movies, would know that I normally watch with heavy criticism about reality compared to the ones in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, in this movie, while he was going to die, there was the love rival having an accident, and his heart somehow matches. This kinds of calls “BS!” in real-life, but the movie keeps it real in that, upon seeing the son flowing tears and such, decides to withdraw their application for the donation of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE VERY SAME TIME! The main character decides to NOT take the heart as well, after realizing that it’s from his friend/love rival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, at least it’s not so one way and stuff. I don’t know, but it all kinda just, falls in place. And of course, the main character died in the end, although him having one extra miracle day was kind of long-shot in real life. I mean, no matter how much you pray, if you’re on the verge of death, you kinda won’t wake up and die the next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you would, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, just to let you all know, if you all didn’t wiki the show already, it’s about this guy, with a heart condition that wouldn’t live past 20 years old. Then there’s this girl who met him in the hospital at a very young age, and they’ve been together ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this guy is trying to separate from her, because he knows that he’s going to die and he doesn’t want the girl to go down with him, kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to review, it’s kinda... Heart-tugging? In a way. I mean, it’s not everyday when you get such a movie, where the main character dies, and not just magically wake up or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistic and heart-tugging, what more can you ask for? Even though missing the first 20 minutes, and still feel that way says kinda alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I wish they would elaborate a little more on the love rival, which I think they would, if they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at the end, I think Xinyi, Diana, Boon and Sherman were kinda thinking like why I was laughing even after such a sad show. The simple reason is because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GUESSED THE SONG SINGER WAS HIRAI KEN! AND IT WAS REALLY HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I dunno about you people, but I think Hirai Ken has such a unique voice, and his sad sad songs usually are one of the few that’s able to make you get in the mood. I think the other one would be the Bleach credits singer, er, Atari Kousuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So add that to my favourite Japanese singers, on top of Kouji Wada. Legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that’s it for my review. Give it a 4/5! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that’s all for my review and kinda of like the main part of my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I feel like writing, but meh, I’m tired. I’ll continue another day, I guess. D:!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-165737310499985053?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/165737310499985053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=165737310499985053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/165737310499985053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/165737310499985053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-and-stuff.html' title='Movie and stuff!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-7998326923621669687</id><published>2010-10-20T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T02:31:32.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010, 2010!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 20/10/2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, going to SGH to perform later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I got so much things to say, but its 2.30 am now, and I need to wake up at like, 7am tomorrow, so can't say much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel like writing again, but I need suggestions for names, and a rough description of a character, because that's what's I always can't come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like, if I DO write, I'll try to like, advance the story like, 100 words = one day, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if I even write. So leave your comments by the tagboards! Choose one and like, give one name would be fine as well! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Zomg, time consuming much, Guitar, Writing, Dancing. zomg. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-7998326923621669687?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/7998326923621669687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=7998326923621669687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7998326923621669687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/7998326923621669687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2010/10/2010-2010.html' title='2010, 2010!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-9069695583256514561</id><published>2010-10-14T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:22:34.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAESTRO! EA-1!</title><content type='html'>Okay, on a relatively "happier" note, (no, that's not a pun), I got a new guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maestro EA-1! Kinda high-priced, It's $499 + bag, but I liek it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my skill to new heights! I must do it! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Must. Train. More. Must. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427636969076572514-9069695583256514561?l=kambodiakamby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/feeds/9069695583256514561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427636969076572514&amp;postID=9069695583256514561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/9069695583256514561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427636969076572514/posts/default/9069695583256514561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kambodiakamby.blogspot.com/2010/10/maestro-ea-1.html' title='MAESTRO! EA-1!'/><author><name>Kamby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465629169298443681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427636969076572514.post-3731704424714880512</id><published>2010-10-14T09:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:02:32.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAAAAAAAAAAARK!</title><content type='html'>ARGH! FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF what she said is true, then ARGH! Hate people like that, much more happening to my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me what to do? RAGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Kambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 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